Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 159

Chapter 159

"Yes, love."

"What about June?" She asked.

I barely suppressed a growl. "What about her?"

She lifted her head slightly, looking up at me. "What are you going to do?"

I exhaled through my nose, my grip tightening around her. "I don't give a fuck about her,

baby."

She dropped down from my body and reached up, brushing her fingers against my jaw, forcing my gaze to hers.

"I need a favor from you..." She began, and my heart skipped a beat.

Fuck. Her touch detonated through me like wildfire. It was unfair how easily she did this to me. How just the press of her fingers on my skin sent a ripple of heat through me, how it softened the edges of my rage like an ocean smoothing jagged rocks over time. It was fucking dangerous. She was dangerous.

And she had no idea.

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering against my ribs as I forced myself to maintain

control.

liked it-fucking craved it. And that

at this rate, I would do

but I knew there was every possibility that I'd grant it. "Promise me you'll

anything to hurt her. If you truly love me like

this."

1 froze.

thumb brushed the corner of my mouth, and I exhaled, my control slipping

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Chapter 159

my fingers like sand.

idea that every time she touched me, she wasn't just asking for something-she

touch was a fucking leash. A leash I had no problem letting her

throat.

clenched jaws, attempting to fight the spell she was casting on me,

in a pleading voice that

resented the way she weakened me with just one fucking touch. But

weak. She was making

I muttered, closing my eyes for a brief second before opening them again, my forehead pressing against hers. "You don't know what you are asking of, Kasmine," I breathed. If only she knew she was unknowingly pushing me in the direction every other person was pushing me to, then

last time, and my restraint

hand shot out, cupping the back of her head, my fingers threading

"I won't