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.

He had read right through

against his highs. "I just maybe you should talk to someone. It's not... I mean... You hold back until I'm about

am?" he asked, his voice

kicked up. "Then you shouldn't

chuckle, avoiding my question.

"I

Silence.

years ago

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

tilted his head slightly, eyes locked on mine,

was sitting, and the next, he was in the pool, the water barely making a sound as his body dropped

me against the edge. The scent of whiskey

high sex drive, Mine. One that is almost insatiable. And to satisfy myself, I'd ruin you beyond imagination..." He said in a serious tone before he smirked,

left my lips as his body pressed against mine. Again. "Kester..." I was sincerely worried, hoping he wouldn't demand more sex right now. I would just die if he did “Let yourself feel.

he murmured, his lips grazing

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

his chest "Someone

fingers trailed down my side, slow 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 feel more. But

my damp skin, warm despite the chill of the water. His fingers trailed lower, resting against

are you scared of?" 1

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

I froze.

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up my back, fingers tangling into my wet hair

much.” His voice dropped. lower, "Because every time I touch you, every time I hear you

the water. "You make it sound like that's a bad thing,"

chuckle was quiet, almost bitter. "Because it

shook my head slightly, looking up at him, searching

he wouldn't answer. But then, his

I don't trust myself," he

lump formed in my

desires. My urges." His eyes darkened,

a moment but I was too self-aware that I didn't let

it.

when he pulled away, desperate to change the topic because I didn't like the fact that he was becoming hard and aroused

and he rested his

just say it, and it's yours," he said, and my stomach

doesn't go back on

embrace brought him a kind of comfort

did to Jake." I blurted

and I knew why he had made a promise

on.

lifted his head from my chest, locking his

word. Instead, he held my gaze so intently that my heart slammed

against my ribs.

tension and silence sat comfortably between

in a small smirk before

was all he