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

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

be thinking about

refusing to fade no matter how many

His eyes. His eyes....

pinned me to the mattress, trembling like he was caught between a sob and a scream-I saw something I'd never

in him before.

Last night, he unraveled.

I watched

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way his voice broke when he moaned into my mouth. The ways hands trembled while his fingers tightened around my hips until I whimpered and scratched his back just to get him

a man

He wasn't in control.

way his thrusts grew faster and harder-like he was trying to fuck

if June or anyone else heard him moaning my name like it was the last thing keeping him

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

But I couldn't.

at me, I saw that he was just a broken boy pretending to be whole. A man who

tether keeping him from falling headfirst into something he might not come back from. And

looked scared. Shaky.

can't lose you, Mine... I

face, thumbing the sweat and a teardrop from

leaving. Promise me. Promise you're

It wasn't a demand.

was a cry for

sure what part of him I was talking to. The man. The

the edges, too rough and too broken. "Please, Mine... You've never said you love me. I don't care. Don't even

between us. Like it hurt to

that invisible cliff I could