Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

KASMINE.

“What do I do to keep you this happy, Kasmine?” Kester’s question was on constant replay in my head as we drove home.

We had spent the whole day at the beach, and we had gone to the convenience to fuck three

Which left my legs weak and my body aching in ways that were both delicious

and inconveniencing.

Now, exhaustion crept in, dragging my eyelids down.

June had made new friends, and she was totally oblivious to all that was happening

between me and Kester.

She was a bit materialistic, I must say. And a show–off, too. She displayed all that in full today with her new friends, wrapping her hands around Kester like he was a prize.

And even though jealousy wasn’t supposed to be part of my emotions tonight, the stupid feeling still tried to crawl its way where it wasn’t needed. But I did well to hide it.

June liked being the center of attention–the one with the best things, the best stories, the best man. And Kester? He wasn’t just a man. He was powerful, untouchable, and wanted. Having him would give her the status she craved, the ultimate bragging right over every girl who had ever dreamt of spending a single night in his bed.

Too bad he’d already spent the entire day fucking me..

Now she was out cold, her head lolling against the seat as her soft breaths filled the car. Who wouldn’t be exhausted after talking for hours about all the things my brother has

never and will never do for her?

I almost pitied her. Almost.

I had decided to be happy today. I pushed every worry aside and decided to enjoy my vacation. I couldn’t stay angry at him forever for so many things he’d done because of me They only taught me to be more careful around him. Until I find my mate and he marries

June.

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Chapter 165

At least for now, I let myself enjoy him.

The car rolled to a stop in the parking lot, and I barely stirred, my limbs way too heavy and my mind too foggy with sleep.

“June. Get down.” He tapped on her thighs roughly, and she groaned, mumbling

something incoherent before sighing and settling back into the seat, completely dead to

the world.

“Come on, baby,” he said when he came to my side of the seat at the back of the car. His strong hands slid beneath my knees, another arm curling behind my neck.

I wasn’t awake enough to protest before I was lifted and cradled effortlessly against his

chest.

My head lolled against his shoulder, the scent of salt and him wrapping around me, pulling me further into sleep.

I can walk,” I murmured, slow and lazy. “Carry June instead,” I said drowsily, but he

ignored me.

‘She knows her way inside,” he said, and honestly? I was too tired to fight him.

The warmth of his body lingered long after he laid me down on my bed.

I barely registered the softness of the bed beneath me, only that I had been in his arms a moment ago, and now I wasn’t.

My eyes fluttered open just a fraction, catching a glimpse of him moving through the dim

room.

I heard a click. It was the door.

He locked it.

The knowledge barely stirred anything in me. I was too tired, too drained, my limbs refusing to cooperate. Sleep curled its fingers around my consciousness, pulling me under,

but then he came back.

“I can walk, I murmured, slow and lazy. “Carry June instead,” I said drowsily, but he ignored me.