Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 68

Chapter 68

KASMINE

1 stormed past him. My fists clenched at my sides in an attempt to shake off the fury burning beneath my skin. Did Kester think the world revolved around him alone? He was a control freak, and it was freaking me out already. I barged into my room, the image of June's tear-streaked face plaguing my thoughts.

Kester's heavy footsteps followed behind me, and before I could slam the door shut, his strong hand caught it.

With an effortless push, he forced his way inside, closing the door behind him with an annoying calmness. He stood there, hands tucked into his pockets, completely unaffected by my rage.

His calmness was grating on my nerves.

"What the hell, Kester!" I spun around to face him, my voice barely restrained. “June could have heard what you said to me out there!"

His silence was infuriating

"I was out there consoling her, trying to ease the pain I was putting her through! And you-"My breath hitched, frustration swelling in my chest. "You had no right to speak to me like that!"

He still said nothing. He just watched me lose my control.

His eyes stayed locked on me, his face betraying nothing. But the longer I looked at him, the more I realized-this wasn't indifference. This was restraint.

His anger, which was usually lethal, actually simmered beneath the surface, and I know I should have stopped. I should have picked my words more carefully. But I was too frustrated and too exhausted to care.

"What actually is your problem, Kasmine?” His voice was eerily calm as if he were forcing himself to stay in control. Like he was holding something dangerous back.

I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. "You are my problem, Kester."

His jaw twitched.

It was a warning.

"I don't think I can do this anymore," I continued, my voice faltering. "This...

whatever this is between us. I can't keep pretending that it's okay. I'm hurting too many people." My chest tightened. "I'm hurting myself."

His expression didn't change. He just stood there, watching me.

Then, slowly, he smiled.

Not the kind that meant he was amused. Not even the kind that meant he was angry. It was something else- something dark and unreadable. The kind that made my stomach tighten

He took a step forward.

"Kester-"

Another step.

He reached out, his fingers brushing the side of my face. His touch was light and almost tender.

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heart slam against my

about?" His voice was

just told him that I wanted

meant absolutely nothing

was when something inside me

hard in the chest. "Stop!" My voice cracked.

my push, but he took a

whispered as I felt my throat tightening.

Because of

face was

took another

pulse skittered. "Don't.

and reached

out of impulse and the

him. As hard as my small self

panicked gasps, My hands trembled at my

my vision. My stomach twisted

was terrified of what he'd

the way his head turned slightly from the impact of

body went rigid.

nothing. No other

slow, terrifying silence

tears with the back of my hand, but they kept coming. "You never listen," I whispered in a

my face, my chest rising and falling with shaky breaths. My throat felt

could still feel the sting in my palm, the burn where my skin

to say 'his' name. Not to drag Jake

worst of all... I'm starting to feel things I shouldn't. That wasn't the plan, Kester. It

didn't say a word, but I could swear I saw a reaction in his eyes when I mentioned that I was feeling things 1 shouldn't feel. But he

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was killing

my palms against my eyes, trying to steady my breathing, trying to make sense of the war raging inside me, but it was all useless. The moment I dropped my hands, another sob wrenched its

throat.

"If-If Dad ever found out..." My lungs seized painfully. "If Mum ever knew... She would be heartbroken,

shaking my head. "We have to stop. We

unraveling at the seams. And still-he

Drained. I felt like I had just ripped my heart out and handed it to him, only for

closed the distance between us. I barely had

arms were around me, pulling

warmth engulfed

No

him, my lists pressing against his solid frame. "Kester,

But he didn't.

my head, one hand cradling the back of it while the

murmured, "It's going to be

sob wracked through

warm against

first thing I registered was warmth. A slow, consuming kind of warmth that made me hesitate before fully waking up. It cradled and surrounded