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.

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

and fell in uneven waves, and I could feel the rapid thrum of her pulse against

murmured, my hands already trailing lower, resting on her

with my fingertip, drawing a moan from her before I ventured further

lower, my fingers tracing the delicate line of lace that

her moist ones. "Tell me you trust me,

her tongue darting out to lubricate her dry lower lip before

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

Fuck.

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

ears.

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

this before. I don't know..." Her voice trembled too much, and it aroused me even

me do

letting me do as I pleased. I gently pulled off her thong.

in every way I

with my thumbs, I took my time to admire 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

her, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue, eliciting a

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of her, to

made me want to hear it again and again. I want my touch to

moved lower, finding the delicate bud of her clit, swirling my tongue

teasing it with flicks and flicks before sucking

struggled against the restraints, "Ahh..." She breathed, releasing more

baby. I'm only getting started," I replied, sucking and

tasted

the intensity, sucking and nipping, pulling on her clit with a rhythmic

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

until she was begging for more. I wanted to

edge. Just as she was about to tumble over, I pulled back, my tongue leaving her slick, pulsing

their depths. "Kester..." she gasped, "I... I told you not to stop. Please don't... Don't stop." She

tried to rub her thighs together, but my

lips as I lifted my gaze to hers. A predatory smile curved my lips. “Patience, little sister," I murmured. I wanted to drag this out, to savor every moment of her exquisite torment. "I'm not done

center, and she squirmed at the sensation. I

her body twitch and her thighs tremble as she tried

still.

she was so goddamn

a few agonizing moments, I dipped back between her slick folds, swirling around her clit before flattening my tongue and dragging it

on her pussy like a child would

I pulled

her cries growing louder, "Please... Kester... please..."

she was

slick thigh, watching the way her muscles twitched beneath my touch." Such

skin.

her body trembled, her muscles clenching and unclenching, desperate

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inside her, groaning at how tight she was

Fuck, she was drenched.

against the restraints. I smirked, curling my finger inside her, pumping in slow, teasing strokes, mimicking the rhythm of my tongue, which

slicked my fingers. She was fucking wet and ready

slid in a second finger, stretching her, working

soft, sensitive spot

out.

a kneeling position, and pulled out my fingers. "Gods, Kasmine. You are a fucking slut... My 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,

her cries, wanting to savor the sound of

my lips brushing against her inner thigh as my fingers sank deeper. "That's it, baby," I

beneath me, her tears wetting

it made my