Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163

KESTER.

The ocean stretched wide before me, endless and serene, the waves rolling in gentle, rhythmic crashes against the shore..

I had never been the kind of man to marvel at nature, but today, standing on this beach with the salty breeze brushing against my skin, I found myself appreciating the beauty of

1. it.

Yet none of it–not the brilliant blue sky, not the golden sunlight reflecting off the water

-held a candle to the sight in front of me.

Kasmine.

I watched my obsession tense every now and then, trying to walk with her legs pressed

tightly together.

She went and sat beneath the shade of a small coconut stall, her legs crossed at the knees,

doing everything she could to avoid looking in my direction.

Her dark hair tumbled over one shoulder, the ends damp from an earlier swim, and her

flawless skin shimmered under the sun.

That bikini–that goddamn bikini.

She had worn it despite my warning. The black fabric clung to every curve of her body, leaving just enough to the imagination while revealing far too much for my liking. It hugged her breasts perfectly, teasing a swell of cleavage that had drawn more than one pair of wandering eyes since we arrived. The bottoms sat high on her hips, emphasizing

the smooth curve of her waist, her toned stomach, and-

I clenched my jaw.

She knew exactly what she was doing. She had packed it just to test me, just to push my patience to its very edge. But she hadn’t expected that I’d have my own form of punishment waiting.

Now, she squirmed in her seat, her thighs pressed together, her fingers wrapped around

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the coconut she drank from. The way her lips curled around the straw, the way her throat moved as she swallowed–fuck.

Her entire body was betraying her.

Every shift of her hips, the subtle squeeze of her thighs… She was suffering, and I was the

cause.

June’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. She sat beside me, annoyingly close, her bikini- covered thigh brushing against my own. I barely spared her a glance.