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.

me." He dismissed

"But +

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

My voice came out hoarse,

settled beside me on the bed, fingers threading gently through my hair." You're finally awake," he murmured as if we hadn't just almost gotten into an argument and paused before

forced a weak chuckle, though even that small effort made my body protest. "I asked for it,” I admitted, my lips

reach his face. Instead, he just studied me, his thumb still

them not to disturb you today," he said.

too drained to say

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were silent for a while before he spoke

find out

voice was even, 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 it were someone else who had made

the topic he decided to choose for the moming. I knew we'd have

were still in the

Kester ran quiet, "Fuck."

through his hair, his expression darkening before he muttered

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

on a date 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

way he physically controls his anger needs to be

was quiet. Measured.

was the most

busy lately, Kes. Your mood that day-when Mum told me about him-was too sour. I couldn't bring myself to anger you more..." I

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

two whole days. I tried calling before

he this angry? Hadn't

quiet. His hand on my hair was gradually becoming stiff, and it