Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 386

Or maybe… I dropped my voice and tilted my head, narrowing my eyes, she gives him more than you ever have. Or ever will

That cold expression? It shifted. A fucking violent shift. I saw rage in his eyes. He looked like a storm trying to hold itself back. His breathing became shallow, and his shoulders tensed.

Good, I was right there. I had hit a line even he would prefer not to hit.

Notlan stepped forward fast, placing a hand on my arm, “Kester. That’s enough.”

1 jerked away.

*Kester Hamilton, Saint bit out through clenched teeth, desperately trying to hold onto his self–control. But, no. I wanted him to lose it. I wanted him to give me a push… Just the nudge I needed to bury my fist in his face. I desperately needed to hit someone.

“What?” I chuckled darkly, leaning in just enough to make it personal. “Don’t tell me you’ve also been dying to get a taste of her little cunt? Hm? I looked him dead in the eye. “But your best friend beat you to it? That’s gotta sting, Saint. Watching her melt for him when she barely even looks at you like a man, I bet she sees you for the monster you are.”

I clicked my tongue, slowly. “Tough fucking luck.”

“Fucking hell, Kester!” Norlan hissed, attempting to step in between us, so he could push me back. “Stop this…

Too late.

Because the moment the words left my mouth, I saw something snap. Saint’s eyes went black. And just like unleashing hell and all its fury, Saint Rollins hit me. A punch straight to my face.

Exactly what I wanted.

half a step back, tasted iron on my tongue, and smiled like a fucking lunatic. “That’s it,” I said, grinning through

there was something that could crack the bastard up. Let alone

wait for another second to

I fucking swung.

and

just straightened, wiped the blood from his lip with the back

he came at

into my ribs, knocking the

swung back, and caught

He hit a metal tray stand and knocked it over with a

It isn’t something money

wedge himself between us, but he caught an elbow and

didn’t even feel my stitches straining or my thigh bleeding again. All I felt was fire,

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coughed hard, then eliberated how en chin. He cursed

second, we just stood there with our eyes locked on each

cold, pressing force that leaned forward as

if I should