Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 126

Chapter 126

KASMINE.

I knew we were both angry, volatile, simmering with tension that had been building for far too long-but it was different with Kester.

I felt it when we were both caught in the moment last night, letting off all the steam that had been brewing between us for days now.

I absentmindedly stirred the hot cup of coffee that had gone lukewarm, my mind drifting to what happened last night. My thighs still ached faintly from how rough it had been.

Yes. I know. Call me selfish. Call me a monster. Because I let my big brother fuck me while his fiancé was sleeping alone in his room, wrapped in her pretty little lies and future wedding plans.

But I needed that. I craved it. I didn't care about right or wrong. June had the rest of her life to play happy bride with him. I only had two days left before everything changed, before I'd be stripped from his life and forced to play someone else's puppet.

So, yeah. I let him have me. And I took every second of it like a dying woman clinging to her last breath.

Kester had fucked me like he had something to prove and so much to say but decided to let his cock do the talking... Like every thrust, every hold of his hands on my hips, every moan he made, every touch, was him trying to say all the things he refused to voice. He didn't speak much-but his body screamed for him. Rage. Guilt. Desperation. Possession.

He was... unhinged.

It was like watching someone unravel in real time. His eyes were too wild, too dark, too full. He was everywhere- inside me, around me, over me. He held me like he was trying to brand me into memory, almost like he knew this would be the last time and wanted to carve himself into my skin.

He was... Emotional?

No.

Emotional was far too soft a word. What I saw in Kester last night was something else entirely. Something raw and feral.

He touched me like he hated himself for it. He kissed me like he wanted to tear me apart. He came undone inside me like he was falling through the very edge of sanity, and I went right down with him.

grazed my collarbone and he gripped my wrist like he didn't trust himself to let go, I was almost

shouldn't be thinking about

broken loop, refusing to fade no matter how many

His eyes. His eyes...

mattress, trembling like he was caught between a sob and a scream-I saw something I'd never seen in

Last night, he unraveled.

I watched it

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way his hands trembled while his fingers tightened around my hips until I whimpered and scratched his back

was a man

He wasn't in control.

of his thoughts, his breath, or even of the way his thrusts grew faster and harder-like he was trying

him moaning my name like it was the last thing keeping him sane Good thing

when I saw the glassiness in his eyes, the barely-holding-it-together panic buried

But I couldn't.

at me, I saw that he was just a broken boy pretending to be

into something he might not come back from. And then-God-he broke. Mid-thrust, mid—moan, mid—all of

looked scared. Shaky. Completely

you, Mine... I can't-I'll lose my fucking

first. I just cupped his face, thumbing the sweat and a teardrop

not leaving. Promise me. Promise you're not fucking leaving

It wasn't a demand.

was a

didn't know what else to do. "Kester..." I whispered, not even sure what part of him I was talking to. The man. The boy. The shattered soul who kept pretending he

head like he couldn't hear anything but the blood rushing through his ears. His voice cracked at the edges, too rough and too broken. "Please, Mine... You've never said you love me. I don't care. Don't even say it. But please, don't fucking leave You don't

hated the air between us. Like it hurt to breathe without my skin on

to keep him from falling off that invisible cliff

angry. I'd seen him