Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 63

Chapter 63

KASMINE

The water was cool against my skin, soothing the ache between my legs, but it

did nothing to calm the conflict raging inside me.

Kester fucked me like it was the last day on earth.

I floated, weightless in the pool, my limbs exhausted, my thighs trembled, my core pulsed with an ache too deep

to bear.

I got the release I so craved, but it didn't stop there. I had lost count of how many times I had cummed, but this sex -god didn't stop. And he wouldn't have stopped if I hadn't begged him to.

I had begged, cried, screamed-yet it hadn't been enough for him. All that

mattered to him was Imprinting his seal of ownership on my very soul-like he was staking a claim so deep, I'd never be able to rid myself of him.

He had taken more. Demanded more. Owned more.

I was beginning to think that my brother might have a problem... His sex drive was so high that it was becoming a concern to me. Now, I was getting to a point where I got worried when he got aroused. Especially after what had happened at the office, where he had fucked me until 1 blacked out.

How do I tell him that he might need to see a doctor without triggering him? We have been dealing with him with caution ever since after his therapy on his anger issues. No one wants to be the one to trigger Kester. Otherwise, they bore the brunt of it, and it didn't matter who.

I sat afloat on the water, letting the coldness soothe my bruised vagina. I was bruised to the point where I could barely close my legs.

Kester had barely climaxed. He only pushed himself to cum when I almost passed out for the second time today, and I noticed that had been the norm with him whenever we fucked. He only cums when he notices my exhaustion, and I could count how many times I ever saw satisfaction on his face - never.

He sat quietly beside me, seemingly lost in thoughts, swirling a glass of whiskey like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't just fucked me to the point of collapse.

His body was barely touched by exhaustion, while mine was ruined.

I shifted slightly, wincing as my thighs brushed together. Kester's gaze flicked to me, looking so dark and unreadable before he brought the glass to his lips and took a slow sip.

"You're quiet," he finally said, in a voice so low and lazy.

I swallowed, "I'm tired, Kester."

A slow smirk curved his lips. "I can tell."

Tinhaled sharply, frustration bubbling beneath my exhaustion. "That's not normal," I said, forcing my voice to stay even. "You barely came. You never do. It's like... you don't even feel it."

Something in his expression turned dark. "I feel it, Kasmine," he murmured, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "I feel everything."

Then why do you only finish when I'm "Thesitated, my throat tightening "Breaking?"

Kester exhaled, set his drink down beside him, and leaned forward, "You want me to see a doctor?"

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The question hit me like lee water.

stiffened. He had read right through

mean... You hold back until I'm about to collapse You never let yourself just... feel.

he asked, his

"Then you

avoiding my question. "You think I

swallowed hard. "I think you need

Silence.

years ago wasn't enough. Maybe he hadn't

the world, even though in all of that, he still made sure I

tilted his head slightly, eyes locked on mine, but

in the pool, the water barely making a sound as his body dropped in

arms caging me against the

ruin you beyond imagination..." He said in a serious tone before

was sincerely worried, hoping he wouldn't demand more sex right now. I would just die if he did “Let yourself feel. It might not be as terrible as you make it sound." I said like the naive little

his lips grazing the hell of my ear. "You overthink too

swallowed, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs as 1placed both

chest "Someone has

and possessive. "You think I don't feel anything?" he mused. "That I don't want to feel more? I actually feel, Mine... And I want to

breath fanned against my damp skin, warm despite the chill of the

scared of?"

fingers flexing as if warring with himself. Then, hesitantly, his lips brushed against my

I froze.

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into

don feel-but because I feel too much.” His voice dropped. lower, "Because every time I touch you, every time I hear you moan my name, I feel myself slipping deeper. And I don't know if I'l ever find my

make it sound like that's a bad

quiet, almost

up at

my face, his jaw clenching, For a moment, I thought he wouldn't answer. But then, his

myself," he admitted. "Not

lump formed in

anger. My desires. My urges." His eyes darkened, his forehead pressing harder against mine "But can't control you. What I feel for

but I was too self-aware that I didn't

it.

topic because I didn't like the fact that he was becoming

need a favor from you, Kes," I said, and he rested his head on

it's yours," he said, and

to make sure. Kester doesn't go back

He replied drowsily like my embrace brought him a

Jake." I blurted out quickly like the

knew why he had made a promise he wouldn't be able to go

on.

my chest, locking his angry gaze on

my gaze so intently that my heart slammed

against my ribs.

swallowed when the tension and silence

lips lifted in a small smirk before he spoke,

all he