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.

concern yourself with, trust me." He

"But +

worry about." He said through gritted teeth, forcing

nodded and swallowed, my throat parched. "Kester." My voice came

gently through my hair." You're finally awake," he murmured as if we hadn't just almost gotten into an argument and paused before speaking again, a bit quieter this time,

made my body protest. "I asked for it,” I

didn't quite reach his face. Instead, he just studied me, his thumb still

them not to disturb you today,"

drained to say much

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Chapter

a while before

did you find out about

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

of unease crawled up my spine at the topic he decided to choose for the moming. I knew we'd have to talk about this eventually, but why did it

still in

Kester ran quiet, "Fuck."

hair, his expression darkening before

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

on a date with him?" His tone was eerily calm, his fingers still threading through my hair, but the edge beneath

he physically controls his

anger was

the most dangerous

him-was too sour. I couldn't bring myself to anger you more..." I explained, searching his face,

once?" His bloodshot eyes

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

he this angry? Hadn't

on my hair was