Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 268

Chapter 268

She'd be moving into my room from this moment. By morning, I'd have the maids move all her things into our room.

Can't have it any other way.

Her head lolled to the side. Her lips slightly parted, lashes fluttering in a twitch like some part of her still resisted rest or still fought me, even in her unconscious state.

I straightened, about to go to the bathroom to prepare a warm shower for both of us when my eyes dropped to the fucking shorts again.

And the top-that wrinkled thing with someone else's scent baked into it?

I reached down, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, and tore.

The fabric gave out like it was waiting for it, the seam splitting with a satisfying crack.

She stirred lightly, eyes lazily fluttering open like one who was drunk. "Kester, what are you-?" the words didn't leave her lips when her eyes fell shut again. But I answered her either way.

"Getting rid of the filth," I muttered. "You won't wear anything that isn't mine ever again."

tossed the shreds into the bin across the room, then ripped the top over her head with the same fury, leaving her bare before me. She had drifted off again.

My heart slammed hard.

Fuck.

My cock twitched violently in my shorts. But, no. I had to fight this maddening temptation. I didn't want to hurt our baby. At least, until the doctor said it was okay

to still fuck her even while pregnant, I had to stay away from her for now.

I leaned down, lifted her again, and carried her into the bathroom.

to life under my hand, the water hissing hot. Steam rose fast

stepped into the cascade with her still against my chest, letting it wash

scent.

to clean myself up

open the wardrobe, and grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt soaked in my own scent. She had to wear ME. I had to wipe off every trace of that prick, Jake, off her skin and replace it with

crouched by

warmth of the bath I gave her.

Fuck.

slowly peeled the towel

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Chapter 268

sprawled like temptation crafted just for me. Her thigh parted in her sleep, and that center-so soft, so

towel I had wrapped around my waist. It

falling with her breath, those rosy nipples standing proud like they were daring me to

sculpted for my ruin. Every inch

higher, to one nipple. Just the tip of my tongue on

it ached. My

my

get a feel of her skin? Even for just a

pinned to that perfect, swollen little pussy she'd

Maybe just dip a finger into that tight center of

from the top. Dip it inside for a second. Barely a

Fuck.

burned

I just... I mean... I could just grip myself, press the head of my cock against her soaked slit and just... rest there. Let her

friction. Build it up until I lost control

wasn't going to thrust. I swear

My chest felt tight, like someone had pressed a burning hand against my sternum and left it

a leaf, my lips barely a breath