Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 158

Chapter 158

KESTER.

They besitated for half a second.

Then, like puppets on frayed strings, they turned on each other.

The first blow landed with a sickening crack that sent satisfaction running through

me.

Fists flew. Blood sprayed. I watched with a blank expression as they tore into one

another like rabid animals in a death match they hadn't chosen.

They weren't fighting to survive..

They were fighting to die. What an irony!

And I wanted to watch every agonizing second of it.

I wasn't even halfway through the entertainment when I heard her voice.

"Kester..." She called me, a bit firmer above the trembling of her voice.

My head snapped toward her, and everything-the rage, the heat, the violent thrumming in my veins-came to a screeching halt.

My fingers, still sticky with blood, twitched at my sides.

itself, arms clutching what was left of her dress. Her eyes brimmed with something I never wanted to see on

Fear.

Not relief nor gratitude.

stomach twisted. My

wasn't afraid

was afraid of

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pleasure drained from my veins. The high of violence turned to something ugly. something wrong. But never my judgment. My judgment still

the death.

move, crossing the space between us in an instant. I

of her

I rasped,

hesitated, her body still trembling as she clutched at her torn dress. "No," she whispered. 1-I'm okay. I was just... scared." she couldn't look me in the eyes, and that was

no matter how

to because she'd be

teeth, shutting my eyes for half

pushing him to the back of my mind. I caged

anymore.

fully, though, but enough that some of

her shoulders loosened.

"You shouldn't have

exhale and ran a hand through her hair. “They touched what's mine," I said simply, kissing

hoping my warmth would calm her

thing I had

eyes, pressing my lips to the top of her head again. "It's over," I murmured. "You're safe.