Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

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.

you should concern yourself with, trust me." He dismissed my worry, leaving

"But +

worry about." He

throat parched. "Kester." My voice came out hoarse,

murmured as if we hadn't just almost gotten into an argument and paused before speaking again, a bit quieter this time, "Sorry about last night... I just-"He exhaled, jaw tensing. "I shouldn't

for it,” I

Instead, he just studied me, his thumb still

not to disturb you today," he said. "Breakfast

nodded, too drained

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silent for a while before

did you find

but I wasn't fooled. There was a tightly coiled restraint beneath it, a quiet storm he was holding back with sheer force of will. And something told me Kester wouldn't have been this calm if

to choose for the moming. I knew we'd have to talk about

we were still in the

Kester ran quiet, "Fuck."

hair, his expression darkening before he

if trying to control himself. Then, he turned his gaze back to me, pinning me under its

him?" His tone was eerily calm, his fingers still threading through my hair, but the edge beneath his words made my

his

was quiet.

that was the

myself to anger you more..." I explained, searching his face, but there was not even a crack

other opportunity for you to mention it? Not once?" His bloodshot

days. I tried calling before the

this angry? Hadn't Mum said

was quiet. His hand on my hair was gradually becoming