Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 90

Chapter 90

KESTER

She was still standing there. She fucking stood like she could fucking fix me.

The fear in her eyes faded too fast, dissolving into something worse. Something sickly.

Concern.

What was she? Kasmine? My mother? Some fucking saint who thought she could put me back together, piece by piece, like it was her duty?

"Kester," She whispered, ignoring the blood dripping out of her face. She wasn't healing just yet. How would she heal when the pieces of glass were still in her flesh, and all the cared about was me?

She should have been backing away, pressing her hands to her wounds, pulling the shards out-something, anything.

But no, She stood there.

She wouldn't move. Wouldn't cry. Wouldn't flinch.

I wanted her to flinch.

I wanted her to stop looking at me like that... Like she could still see something in me that wasn't already rotting

Blood streaked down her cheek, down her arm, onto the floor-staining the fucking floor,

Like if she tried hard enough, if she held on long enough, I give a damn about something other than wanting to tear her apart.

She reeked of rotten desperation.

A muscle jumped in my jaw. My fingers twitched. My skin borned, too tight over my bones.

"Take a deep breath..." She said, and, fuck! No one told me june had become a therapist.

My breath shuddered out as I grabbed my phone from the table-fingers so tight around it my knuckles burned. And then-

CRACK.

The phone hit the wall. Pieces of it rained to the floor.

"Get. The Fuck Out." I counted my words through gritted teeth.

I took a step forward, and her whole body tensed. The stupid, desperate look in her eyes flickered, replaced by

terror.

Perfect

"Otherwise, your corpse won't even make it home for a funeral," I added coldly as

I took another step, and she sucked in a sharp breath, her throat working

"I'm.... I'm sorry..." She trembled so terribly.

lifted my hand to grab her by her

"Kester!"

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It was Kasmine.

shot through my veins like lee. I jerked, my momentum halting just before I reached June, my body locking

in the

parted, a

My ste

My stomach dropped.

No. No, no, no

to see me like this. Not ever. Not after the Last outburst I had when we were younger. I lost control and ended up locked away behind

Measured the depth of my supposed sickness like I was truly

I nodded, when I played their fucking game- they signed me

thought I was better and that a little bit of therapy sessions

my way out of

they know that not only

of that place, not healed or rehabilitated just better at

Kasmine was looking at me like she could see past all of the facades I had

underneath the

curled into fists at my sides. My pulse pounded in

wanted her to be afraid

Never.

KASMINE.

breathed as I took in the wreckage of his room-the shattered phone, the blood, the tension so

Kester's looks scared me

"Kester..." I called carefully.

wasn't just about whatever June might have done to him. She was only unlucky to have been there at the wrong time

and worry curling inside me. I didn't want him to think that I was afraid of him. I didn't want him to

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the lump in my throat, I took careful steps toward him, and to my surprise, he hurried toward me and, In one swift motion, lifted me

I felt a pang of gullt hit my chest

yet he was so concerned about

her, "Just go. I'l see you later." My words were accompanied by a silent plea with my eyes, and thankfully, she

Kester lift me off the floor, would haunt

his waist,

whispered, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against my ear. "Breathe. You're not breathing." I whispered, doing all I

of met He asked, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. He breathed in my scent like a drug, exhaling, slowly and repeating

I let him.

him down, so I let him take what he needed if it

from wherever his mind had

I took in a deep

fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt. "I'm not." I

never want anyone else around except you. "He said, and I felt the tension slowly bleeding out of his body, his muscles

pressed against

he whispered. "I promised you I wouldn't. But I did. I'm

vise. "Kester,"

bunching again like a storm about to

it's fine. You can do that