Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 231

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother.

Chapter 231

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 ont 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 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. .

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

for one terrifying moment, as his teeth grazed my collarbone and he gripped my wrist like he

be thinking

refusing to fade no matter how many sips of coffee I

His eyes. His eyes....

me to the mattress, trembling like he was caught between

in him before.

Last night, he unraveled.

I watched it

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The ways hands trembled while his fingers tightened around my hips

was a

He wasn't in control.

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

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

it and If I should've pulled away when I saw the glassiness in his eyes, the barely-holding-it-together panic buried beneath

But I couldn't.

forehead dropped against mine and he looked at me, I saw that he was just a broken boy pretending to be whole. A man who had learned how to wear calmness

me like I was the last tether keeping him from falling headfirst into something he might not come back

looked scared.

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

cupped his face, thumbing the sweat and a

mine again, "You're not leaving. Promise me. Promise you're not fucking leaving

It wasn't a demand.

a

know what else to do. "Kester..." I whispered, not even sure what part of him I was talking to.

the edges, too rough and too broken. "Please, Mine... You've

us. Like it hurt to breathe without my skin

cliff I could see in his eyes. And if