Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

KESTER.

Fucking heavens.

If I died today, I’d die a fulfilled man. Last night’s was etched into every nerve of my body. My cock still felt slick and sensitive from last night’s session with Kasmine. She might have been a novice, but she’d taken me like a goddamn pro. She’d handled me like she was born for it.

And the way she’d melted under my control, fighting to mask her pleasure, made me want to drag her to her bed. and show her just how much more she could take.

A sly, stubborn smile curled my lips as I got ready for the day. Today was supposed to be packed with meetings and the usual corporate nonsense, but all I could think about was her. My obsession. My fucking weakness

I wish I could just skip all of that and stay at home all day with her.

Fuck, I needed more of her right now.

She was still shaken after last night’s events, but that was fine. It was expected, really. I hadn’t exactly gone easy on her. But she’d get used to it soon enough. I saw the way she came undone, her body betraying her resistance. She loved every second, no matter how much she tried to hide it.

Shoving those thoughts aside with effort, I grabbed my files and phone, heading downstairs. “Good morning, Mum,” I greeted my stepmother as I reached the dining room.

“Good morning, Kester.” She eyed me over her coffee mug her ever–critical gaze softening for a moment. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a dream.” My smirk returned, though she wouldn’t know the reason. “And you?” I placed the phone and the files I had in hand on the table, looking around. Where was she?

“Well enough, hun.” She glanced around the room, her brow furrowing slightly. “Where’s Kasmine? Is this how you let her lazy about in the mornings?”

Ah, there it was–the constant disapproval. My stepmother couldn’t stand anyone not meeting her impossibly high standards. Hard work, discipline, perfection–her holy trinity.

I shrugged, playing it cool. “She’s probably still in her room.”

But hold on. Why wasn’t she out yet?

Her frown deepened. “She should be up by now. You let her get away with too much.”

“Don’t worry, Mum. I’ll handle it.” I leaned down, kissing her cheek lightly, before heading back upstairs.

Reaching Kasmine’s door, I didn’t bother knocking. What was the point? She belonged to me. And honestly, I’d developed a bad habit of barging in on her. There was something about catching her off guard, the way her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in shock–it fed the hunger I had for her.

Talways caught her in a way that made my cock rage whenever I did that… Call it luck.

Twisting the knob, I stormed into her room, anticipation simmering in my veins. I fully expected to find her sprawled on the bed, looking as sinfully disheveled as she always did in the mornings.

And just as if the universe had heard my unspoken desires, here she was

Lying on her bed with her face tilted toward the celling, clay in the same nightle that had spelled trouble for her

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Chapter 27

last night, she looked like temptation personified.

Fuck. She was edible–a meal I’d devour without hesitation or remorse.

The moment she heard me barge in on her, she scrambled to her feet, her wide eyes locking onto me. There it was -those deliciously conflicted expressions that I’d kill to see on her every single day. Her innocence, her unease, her beauty… it was all too much. She looked like something plucked straight out of a forbidden fairytale, and gods, I wanted to play the villain.

“Kester… what do you want?” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Her gaze darted everywhere but to me, her hands clutching the hem of her nightie, unsure of how to act seeing me for the first time after our forbidden. escapade last night.

I closed the door behind me, and slowly, I strolled into the room, letting my eyes rake over her trembling form. She was a vision of vulnerability, and it only fueled the hunger clawing at my insides. My cock pressed insistently against the confines of my pants, demanding attention. Not now. Not yet.

As I drew closer, she instinctively tried to retreat, but her rubvements were halted when her heels bumped against the edge of the bed. Trapped.

“Stop, Mine,” I almost whispered, “I am not a monster. You don’t have to be scared of me.”

I reached out and tilted her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. Gods, her eyes–those green depths I could drown in. They were so full of conflict, longing, and denial, and it only made me want her more.

“Kester…” Her voice sounded like music to my ears, “But it’s wrong. I don’t want us to ever do it again, please,” Her voice cracked as she begged, and I saw the tears pooling in her eyes, threatening to spill.

I leaned in closer, my hand still holding her chin, my thumb brushing the soft skin beneath her lips. “But you don’t get to decide that, Mine,” I murmured, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Can’t you see?”

Bringing my face closer, so close our breaths mingled, and my lips hovered just above hers. Her gaze dropped briefly to my mouth, and I saw the way her body betrayed her.

I saw the conflict in her eyes. The war between what was right and wrong.

“The Way you tremble when I touch you,” I continued, my voice laced with hunger. “It drives me insane, Mine. Don’t deny me this. Don’t deny us.”

My left hand circled her waist, and the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers burned through me like a drug 1 couldn’t resist.

“I’m going to kiss you, Mine,” I murmured, “And you’re going to kiss me back.”

The distance between us vanished as I tilted her chin higher, my lips brushing hers in the lightest, most maddening touch. Her breath hitched, her hands twitching at her sides as though she couldn’t decide whether to

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push me away or pull me closer.