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 apart. He came undone inside me

as his teeth grazed my collarbone and he gripped my wrist like he didn't trust himself to let

shouldn't be thinking about

in my head like a broken loop, refusing to fade no matter

His eyes. His eyes....

caught

in him before.

Last night, he unraveled.

watched

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tightened around my hips until I

a man

He wasn't in control.

or even of the way his thrusts grew faster and harder-like he was trying to fuck something out

or anyone else heard him moaning my name like it was the last thing keeping him sane - Good thing the rooms were soundproof. Otherwise, the whole house would have

away when I saw the glassiness in his eyes, the barely-holding-it-together panic buried beneath every single kiss he

But I couldn't.

boy pretending to be whole. A man who had learned how to wear calmness like a designer suit-until

falling headfirst into something he might not come back from. And then-God-he

looked scared. Shaky. Completely

Mine... I can't-I'll

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

"You're not leaving. Promise me. Promise you're

It wasn't a demand.

a cry

of him I was talking to. The

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

the air between us. Like it hurt

off that invisible cliff I could see in his eyes. And if that meant lying,