Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 110

Chapter 112

Chapter 112

KASMINE

"She doesn't need to be disturbed. Bring her breakfast here. Clean the room later." I thought I heard those in my subconscious

My body ached, every inch of me sore and sluggish as if I had been wrung dry and left to mend on its own. A sharp ache pulsed through my temples, cutting off the remnants of sleep.

My body felt so foreign

The door clicked shut, but the sleep still kept me under until I heard another set of words from the same voice.

"Lock him up in the basement."

With those words, my lashes immediately fluttered, forcing my vision into focus.

Kester

He was strolling back into the room, bare-chested, wearing only his trousers, the dim morning light casting shadows across the ridges of his toned frame. He looked every bit the man who had unraveled me last night.

He had his phone in his hands.

"Who are you locking up in what basement?" I whispered, as that was all my voice allowed me to do.

My heart picked up speed at once.

I tried to sit up, only for a sharp, searing pain to lance through my thighs, my core, and my bones. A startled whimper escaped my lips as I collapsed back onto the pillows.

"Didn't I say you wouldn't be using your legs for two days, baby?" His voice was deep, edged with satisfaction.

"Who" I tried to ask again, but he only smiled.

concern yourself with, trust me." He dismissed my worry, leaving no room for

"But +

I said it's nothing you should worry about." He said through gritted

my throat parched. "Kester." My voice came out hoarse, barely more

hadn't

asked for it,” I admitted, my lips curling faintly. "Didn't know I wouldn't

Instead, he just studied me,

you today," he said. "Breakfast

drained

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while before he spoke up

find

sheer force of will. And something told me Kester wouldn't have been this calm if it were someone else who had made him this

moming. I knew we'd have to talk about this

we were still in

Kester ran quiet, "Fuck."

expression

if trying to control himself. Then, he turned his gaze

with him?" His tone was eerily calm, his fingers still threading through my hair, but the edge beneath his words made my breath hitch. "You didn't care to tell me

physically controls his anger needs to

was quiet. Measured.

that was the

too sour. I couldn't bring myself to anger you more..."

mention it? Not once?" His bloodshot eyes burned into mine, but his eerle calm-that was

trying to steady myself. "You refused to see me for two whole days. I tried calling before the

angry? Hadn't Mum said

my hair was gradually

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