Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 78

KESTER.

Putting her to sleep on the flight was child's play. A necessary inconvenience.

I had to.

Otherwise, she would have gotten in the way of what I intended to do. And the commotion that followed-when everyone found out there was a body locked inside the convenience-would have ruined this trip before it even began.

I had no regrets. The world was full of corpses, and one more wouldn't tip the scales.

This wouldn't be the first time a corpse turned up on a plane. And it sure as hell wouldn't be the last.

Now, I only had to hope the reporters would shut up about it. The frequency at which they broadcasted the incident was becoming an irritation, but nothing I couldn't handle.

I knew she'd be mad when she found out, but she'd get over it.

My eyes roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her body wrapped in the sexy outfit I had chosen for her, which was turning me on to a feverish degree. She looked fucking perfect.

A perfect slut for me.

Did she even realize how sinfully gorgeous she was? Women spent money, time, and endless effort chasing bodies like hers. But she had it effortlessly. Naturally. Like she was sculpted by the gods for the sole purpose of being my personal ruin.

She shifted slightly, her breathing uneven as her gaze darted toward the array of toys I'd laid out. I saw the conflict and anticipation in her eyes. She'd never done this before. I know. It was all new to her.

She was a blank canvas, untouched, and I was the artist, ready to paint her with my desires.

She had no clue what I had in store for her, how far I would take her, and how thoroughly I intended to own every inch of her body. I would own her body and soul until she was nothing but a vessel for my pleasure.

I never intended for us to have a boring sex life, after all.

"But I don't know anything about these,” she murmured in a voice smaller than usual, swallowing the anxiety creeping up her throat.

She never knew anything.

That was the best part.

So fucking naïve. And I was happy to be the one shaping her, breaking her, ruining her, tainting her... I was molding her into the kind of woman I wanted her to be for me while I made myself the man she wanted.

"You'll learn, baby," I climbed over her, taking off the robe that covered that perfect slutty lingerie I wore her.

My fingers traced down her arms slowly before I caught her wrists in one firm grip and pinned them above her head

"There are so many sinful things I want to do to you, Kasmine."

I felt her shiver beneath me, her pulse quickening.

"And gods help me, I will ruin you so completely that all you will ever crave is the darkness and destruction I

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bring."

She moaned and licked her bottom lip, her eyes half closed

I secured her wrists to the headboard, the cold metal chains locking into place with a soft click.

She gasped.

I had specifically made this ready even before we arrived. I was specific about a whole lot of other things she'd get to see as we explored the whole house, fucking until we barely remembered anything else other than the taste of

sin.

I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.

voice was low, laced with dark intent. "You were made for this. Made for me. You'll

could feel the rapid thrum of her pulse against my lips as I kissed my

don't you?" I murmured, my hands already

navel with my fingertip, drawing a moan from her before I

tracing the delicate

with her moist

dry lower lip before she spoke. "I... I

a voice so thick with lust that I barely even recognized it. I lowered my head, my lips brushing against the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. The scent of her arousal was

Fuck.

instinctively closed her legs, and I let out a small smile. I smirked, dragging my hands over her thighs, fingers teasing the sensitive flesh.

ears.

the inside of her thigh. "It's fine, baby. This will be one of

don't know..." Her voice trembled too

do the

and letting me do as I pleased.

about me worshipping her body in every way I could. She

the slick, glistening heat of her. My tongue darted out, dragging lazily over the soft seam of her folds. She gasped, her body arching beneath me.

explore her, tasting the sweet, sinful essence of her

my tongue, eliciting

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to drive

moan that climbed its way out of her throat was downright sinful. It made me want to hear it again and again. I want my touch to be the only one that could elicit such pleasure

bud of her clit,

and flicks

more of her juices, "Kes... Please, don't stop. "She

course, baby. I'm only getting started," I replied, sucking and licking at the

tasted like fucking

with a rhythmic pulse, mimicking

room, growing louder and more desperate, her body writhing against the restraints. "Yes... like that...

the edge and then pull her back, again and again, until she was begging for more. I wanted to hear her scream my name, to feel her body clench

hitching as she neared the edge. Just as she was about to tumble over,

confusion and frustration clouding their depths. "Kester..." she gasped, "I... I told you not to stop. Please don't... Don't stop." She sounded desperate,

together, but my hands

predatory smile curved my lips. “Patience, little sister," I murmured. I wanted to drag this out, to savor every moment of her exquisite torment.

air down her center, and she squirmed at the sensation. I did it

body twitch and her thighs tremble as

still.

she was

dipped back between her slick folds, swirling around her clit before flattening my tongue and dragging it up the length of her

child would a lollipop, and it was

as she was about to come undone again, I pulled back once more, denying her the sweet release she

her cries growing louder, "Please... Kester... please..." she begged and sobbed. She was needy as

she was beautiful

twitched beneath my touch." Such a pretty little thing," I murmured,

skin.

her body trembled, her muscles clenching and unclenching, desperate

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groaning at how

Fuck, she was drenched.

She gasped, her body arching against the restraints. I smirked, curling my finger inside her, pumping in slow, teasing strokes,

fingers. She was fucking

a second finger, stretching her,

that soft, sensitive spot inside

out.

slut..." I said, lifting her legs and bending them towards her stomach, exposing her small, pink pussy. The sight of her, so open, so vulnerable, sent a jolt of raw desire through me. I knelt before her, the view so intoxicating, like a feast for my hungry eyes.

muffling her cries, wanting to savor the

thigh as my fingers

trembled beneath me, her

it made