Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 341

KESTER

SIX YEARS AGO.

The hunger kept growing insatiable. It wasn't just a craving anymore it was a fucking problem. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't focus, i couldn't think straight. And it bothered the hell out of me.

Last night, I almost made a mistake I would have lived my entire life regretting. I would never have been able to come back from it.

My father and Jorja were in the city, hosting a business gala at the company. So, they spent the night away from home. Which meant the house was empty.

Kasmine and I watched a movie together in her room. She had come to me, saying she was bored and needed company. She was also feeling the distance I was putting between us and I felt terrible for her. She had no friends arrymore, except for Claire. I made that happen. And now, like a fucking coward, I was slowly withdrawing from her.

That was truly unfair.

I had to see a movie with her, out of guilt.

It was a rom-com. But the scene where those couples fucked like they had been starved of sex for almost

a century, set something off in me. And I swear it felt like that scene was filmed just to torment me.

It was awkward, especially when Kasmine laughed and covered her eyes with her palms like a child until the scene ended. We laughed about it, but my laughter wasn't genuine. There was a tightness in my chest that had nothing to do with the movie and everything to do with the fire pooling lower in my stomach.

When I brought my bottle of whiskey to help calm my nerves while we continued the movie, Kasmine insisted on having a taste of it. After a few sips from her, it knocked her off so hard that I wondered why she was that lightheaded.

I had to tuck her in for bed and fix her blanket. That's all I intended to do. Just cover her and leave.

But then, that was the moment that almost ruined me.

My control almost snapped when my hands touched her bare thighs as I positioned her properly in the bed. That wasn't the first time I had touched her bare thighs. Fuck, she was always putting on skimpy shorts, so it wasn't new.

But why was last night's touch different?

trying to escape. She looked so edible, so innocent, so damn

a magnet pulling me in. And just when my lips were

Fuck.

the shame didn't kill the hunger. It just made it worse. And that's why I was out here in the woods, just beside this beautiful waterfall, having

slapping against her chest, while Bonnie straddled my face with her pussy in my mouth, writhing against my tongue, grinding and

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her cries ns 1 licked and sucked, pullin at the muscles Inside her slick folds like

never enough. still

inside her until I had my four fingers spread inside her, sitting pretty and feeling that perfect stretch, as the slick heat swallowed me whole. I curled and twisted them inside

sickened by how her tight pussy clenched around my fingers, wondering if Kasmine's pussy was also this small, and

her fingers deep, like I was trying to bury a grave inside her, the harsh motion driving her breath

of having my cock juiced

I hardly cared.

fuck hadn't seen people fuck

ounce of pleasure in me died, replaced by this roaring rage

Nagel.

the girls off, the way you shove something rotten out of your life, and

seems I was too late for the party after all,"

I almost laughed.

satisfaction seeing that the gap from the two teeth I pulled off when we fought some years ago, was still there to remind him

some fucking nerves, Nagel. Tired of

all happened so

the cliff, admiring the waterfall white taunting me about how he knew how much I cherished my stepsister, and how hurting her would be the best way to

the empty cliff, with his blood on

current of water flowing

everyone's flesh, especially mine. We fought

my pack and his pack -

a criminal. He was deep into drugs, raping women, and doing a lot of illegal activities that had gotten him into trouble with the authorities several times. I even heard a rumor that he was connected to a trafficking facility that was far

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