Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 208

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 208

KASMINE.

“She doesn’t need to be disturbed. Bring her breakfast here. Clean the room later.” I thought I heard those in my subconscious.

My body ached, every inch of me sore and sluggish as if I had been wrung dry and left to mend on its own. A sharp ache pulsed through my temples, cutting off the remnants of

sleep.

My body felt so foreign.

The door clicked shut, but the sleep still kept me under until I heard another set of words from the same voice.

“Lock him up in the basement.”

With those words, my lashes immédiately fluttered, forcing my vision into focus.

Kester.

He was strolling back into the room, bare–chested, wearing only his trousers, the dim morning light casting shadows across the ridges of his toned frame. He looked every bit the man who had unraveled me last night.

He had his phone in his hands.

“Who are you locking up in what basement?” I whispered, as that was all my voice allowed me to do.

My heart picked up speed at once.

I tried to sit up, only for a sharp, searing pain to lance through my thighs, my core, and my bones. A startled whimper escaped my lips as I collapsed back onto the pillows.

“Didn’t I say you wouldn’t be using your legs for two days, baby?” His voice was deep, edged with satisfaction.

“Who…” I tried to ask again, but he only smiled.

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“No one you should concern yourself with, trust me.” He dismissed my worry, leaving no

room for any more questions.

“But…”

“Kasmine. I said it’s nothing you should worry about.” He said through gritted teeth, forcing a smile.

I nodded and swallowed, my throat parched. “Kester…” My voice came out hoarse, barely

more than a rasp.

“Yes, baby,” His dark eyes softened as he settled beside me on the bed, fingers threading gently through my hair. “You’re finally awake,” he murmured as if we hadn’t just almost gotten into an argument and paused before speaking again, a bit quieter this time, “Sorry

about last night… I just―” He exhaled, jaw tensing. “I shouldn’t have…”

I forced a weak chuckle, though even that small effort made my body protest. “I asked for it,” I admitted, my lips curling faintly. “Didn’t know I wouldn’t be able to take it.”

His scoff was almost amused, but the expression didn’t quite reach his face. Instead, he

just studied me, his thumb still tracing soothing patterns against my scalp.

“I told them not to disturb you today,” he said. “Breakfast will be here soon.”

I nodded, too drained to say much else.

We were silent for a while before he spoke up again.

“When did you find out about Jaden?”

His voice was even, but I wasn’t fooled. There was a tightly coiled restraint beneath it, a

quiet storm he was holding back with sheer force of will. And something told me Kester

wouldn’t have been this calm if it were someone else who had made him this angry. They

wouldn’t have lived to see the morning.

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He was quiet. His hand on my hair was gradually becoming stiff, and it trembled.

“You will never see Jaden again. No matter what. Never speak to him or go anywhere near him ever again… Do you understand me?” He ordered, and I almost scoffed, even though it felt like I was being compelled to obey his every word.

I fought through the compulsion and tried to protest, but the words refused to leave lips.

“Do. You. Understand. Me?” He counted his words carefully, and I nodded quickly.

“I understand.”

my

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“Good girl.” He smiled.

“But… Mum said you were aware of this. Why didn’t you tell me all these years, Kes?” I asked, careful with my words, even though I was also very upset.

Try matching such a man’s anger at your own risk. It was suicidal, even.

This was the only way I knew how to handle Kester’s nature until I uncovered the truth about his therapy. For all I knew, he never got the help he needed, and he might have even gotten worse over the years.

“Say something, Kester.” I prompted when he didn’t reply to anything I had said. He was just quiet, looking at me with an unsettling stare. And then, slowly, he leaned in, brushing his lips over mine in a kiss so soft it sent a shiver down my spine.

As his lips curved into a knowing smile, he murmured, “Jaden doesn’t stand a chance.”

That was all he said before standing up to leave, but I stopped him.

“Who is Karina?”

He froze.

His body went rigid, and for the first time since this conversation began, I saw something dark and unguarded flicker in his expression.

I had struck a nerve.