Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 369

FIVE YEARS AGO.

KESTER.

It wasn’t working. I had done everything and I mean everything.

I’d bugged her phone, tracked her calls, read every damn text she ever recieved. Her computer? It was mirrored to mine. I could see what she saw, click for click.

I even installed keyloggers on her fucking laptop. I knew what she Googled. I knew what she deleted, I knew everything

I stalked her. No apologies. Every day. Every fucking step. Wherever she went, I wasn’t far behind, to make sure she wasn’t meeting up with any of those boys I warned her not to meet.

No more Nathan. No more James. No more smiley little fuckers in her life. I made sure every guy that so much as looked at her twice backed off and stayed away. I built a fucking wall around her.

I had successfully made every boy around her scared of her. She literally didn’t have any male friends anymore.

I watched her every fucking day through the hole on the wall, breathing her in. The other day, I even saw her attempt to give herself a little, curious rub around her panties, but she didn’t even know how to, or what her body wanted, so she gave up, clearly frustrated. She pulled her nightgown back down and curled into her blanket like she was embarrassed.

She didn’t know I was watching and that I was dying.

That view – that fucking perfect view of her on her back, hair spread on the pillow, thighs just barely parted – it almost destroyed me.

Fuck. It took every ounce of self control in me not to barge into her room and fuck her tight little pussy with my fingers until she begged me to insert my cock in there.

I almost lost my mind that night.

I’d imagined too many times, those trembling fingers of hers, replaced with mine. My hand forcing her legs apart with my voice in her ear, telling her exactly how to touch herself, or better yet, letting me do it for her.

Her bed was positioned in a way that gave me the perfect view. Even though I couldn’t have a clear view of what her pussy looked like, my imagination didn’t need help anymore. I’d already filled in the blanks while I looked at her parted thighs. Her pussy was still untouched – tight, wet, and virgin–soft.

Fuck.

times than I could count. Some nights twice. Other nights, more. I didn’t feel guilt anymore. Just hunger,

and need.

still wasn’t satisfied. A part of me still felt

Chasing boys away from her didn’t do the trick anymore. I wanted her to be mine and mine alone. And I wanted her to know

wanted to have access to her body. I wanted all of

crawl into her

to be just afraid of me. I wanted her owned. I wanted her to

Chapter 369

She was mine.

so many unholy things to that gorgeous body of hers. And I wanted her to thank

was already terrified of me. The other day, she said I wasn’t the

Damn right, I wasn’t.

died a long

to her, or even looked at

want to

I made a decision I know

–

–

just maybe I’d outgrow this… madness. This obsession that had sunk its teeth into my spine and

the space Kasmine filled. Maybe if I

to my room pushed open ever so slowly, and I already knew who

throat and

back. I kept folding my clothes and dumping them into the open suitcase on

in.”

presence drawing nearer to

fresh, and stupidly

toward her before she crossed

eyes widened, and I could practically taste the fear

usual crop top and skimpy Jean short that barely

thighs were glowing. Her skin was soft, and those damn shorts were tight enough to make a priest lose

girl want