Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50.

KESTER.

I had lost my mind completely. The first moment I saw her

1 should’ve left. Turned away. But my feet wouldn’t move. couldn’t. I was paralyzed by the sight of her–her mouth, so fucking cager, swallowing him whole like it was nothing

She was, giving herself to that fucking asshole; her eyes closed, totally lost in it. And I just stood there, watching Helpless. So fucking helpless.

My heart slammed against my ribs, but it wasn’t anger that hit me first. It was hurt. A raw, gut–wrenching pain, something that ripped through me, shattering whatever fudding control I thought I had left.

I could feel the anger rising, boiling under my skin, the sickening burn of jealousy twisting my insides into knots.

I wanted to break something. Anything But most of all, I wanted to break her–to make her see that she couldn’t do this. Not with him. Not with anyone.

Seeing her frozen in place as she saw me only fueled my anger. I didn’t want to hurt her…. I didn’t want to. I had to keep my twitching fingers in place.

“Cat got your tongue?” I asked in all the calmness I could muster before standing up, “Hmm?” I took slow strides toward her, making sure she felt every ounce of the stormy anger brewing inside of me.

She wanted to step back, but she hit the wall behind her. If she thought for one second that I was going to hit her or do anything harmful to her, then she was mistaken.

She was shaking.

The closer I got, the more I saw the slight tremble in her hands. Her pupils were blown wide, panic spreading like cracks through the ice, but she didn’t move. Couldn’t move.

Good

She was scared.

I liked that

Because I wanted her to be. Fuck, yes. Because it meant something. Because it meant she understood–finally fucking understood that what she had done wasn’t something I could forgive.

That I was never going to let it go.

Texhaled slowly, willing the storm inside me to settle. The fury, the jealousy, the raw fucking ache of seeing her with him it had dragged me so deep into the dark that I wasn’t sure I could crawl back out.

1 lifted my hand.

She flinched, and it stopped me for a second.

I had never hurt her before… Would never hurt her.

But her body thought I would.

Her mind flooded with guilt, thought I would.

1 brushed my fingers against her cheek. Soft. Gentle. The way a lover might

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She was burning up

A fever of fear and guilt. I could feel her pulse hammering under my fingertips, her skin so fucking hot it felt like she might combust from my touch alone.

I leaned in, just a fraction, so that she could hear the quiet, deathly control in my voice.

“Go into the bathroom.” I paused, letting my thumb drag lazily across her cheek, my voice lower, quieter, so she had no choice but to listen. “Brush. Bathe. Freshen up.

She wasn’t breathing

I smirked at that.

“And

I wasn’t even touching her anymore, but she was frozen. I leaned even closer, my lips so close to her ear, when you’re done…” I murmured, “Lay down. And don’t even think about closing that door before you sleep.”

KASMINE.

I was terrified to death. Kester issued the instructions and walked away without another word.

What was he planning?

I reached for our secret phone and ran into the bathroom, calling Jake for the tenth time after Kester left my room but he was still not answering the call.

My hands were shaking so badly I could barely grip the phone. My breathing was all over the place. I was dying Had Kester harmed him already? I hope not. Otherwise, I won’t forgive myself for it.

I tried dialing one more time, pressing the phone so tight against my ear I could hear my own pulse thrumming through my skull. Nothing

I heard my door open with a force that made my phone fall from my hands. I panicked, picking it up immediately. I looked for the best possible place to hide it, but there was none.

“Kasmine?” Kester called. His voice was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that chilled me to the bone. He was walking toward the bathroom as if he knew I was there.

Sometimes, I was tempted to think that Kester was watching me through some magic means or something… He always seemed to know what I was doing or where I was at.

I looked around frantically, searching for somewhere–anywhere–to hide the phone. Under the sink? No, it’s too open. We cabinet? Too obvious. The fucking bathtub? No time.

The footsteps were getting closer.

Shit

Fingers fumbling, 1 yanked at the knot in my towel, unraveling it in a desperate motion. The phone disappeared into the thick folds of fabric, and without thinking, I tossed it behind the door just in time-

And I was standing there.

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As soon as we were in, he reached for my wrist and grabbed me gently, pulling me toward the bed. His touch was too gentle. Where had all the anger gone? Wasn’t he meant to scold me or possibly kill me by now?

My feet moved anyway, following him like I had no will of my own.

The moment we reached the bed, he released my wrist and looked at me–really looked at me like he was drinking me in.