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. .

touched 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

he gripped my wrist like he didn't

be thinking about

a broken loop, refusing to fade no

His eyes. His eyes....

mattress, trembling like he was caught between a

in him before.

Last night, he unraveled.

watched

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ways hands trembled while his fingers tightened around my hips until

a man

He wasn't in control.

thrusts grew faster and harder-like he was

didn't care if June 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 been in on our

stopped it and If I should've pulled away when I saw the glassiness in his

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

was the last tether keeping him from falling headfirst into something he might not come back from. And then-God-he broke. Mid-thrust,

looked scared. Shaky.

Mine... I

respond at first. I just cupped his face, thumbing the sweat and a teardrop

"You're not leaving.

It wasn't a demand.

was a cry for

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

through his ears. His 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

hated the air between us. Like it

him from falling off that invisible cliff I could see in his eyes. And if that meant lying, then so