Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

KESTER.

I sat up all night, watching my obsession sleep. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the blood stains on the once white sheets, the way the sheets barely clung to her body, exposing the evidence of our forbidden night.

I wished I could capture the moment and imprint it into my memory so I’d never forget what she looked like the night I fucked her. The night I made her mine.

A twisted satisfaction curled inside me.

My phone rested loosely in my grip, the screen glowing faintly with the photos I had taken- Of course, I had taken a few pictures of her naked, sleeping form. They would serve as souvenirs after a night well spent. I didn’t miss the hickeys I had left on her flawless skin.

I traced a fingertip over the darkened imprint of my teeth of her shoulder, thighs, and chest. She was perfection. And now, she was ruined. It filled me with utmost satisfaction to know that I was the one who tainted her flawless skin. It was all me.

Now, she’s fully in my system, pumping through my veins like sweet poison. She’s buried deep in my soul. She’s the feeling in my chest I’ve never experienced before but will kill to hold onto. She’s the home I never had.

I was so undone that I didn’t even have the strength to stay angry anymore. The raw pleasure I had derived from Kasmine’s body was enough to make my rage disappear.

She was forgiven… For letting that bastard put his hands on her. For wrapping those sweet lips around his cock, I forgive her. That’s why I had burned the stupid dress she wore to his house. I wish I could cut off her hair, too, while sanitizing her entire body just to get rid of any trace of that maggot on her.

I’d take it that she was only naive and that she didn’t know the extent to which I wanted to own her. But now she knew. Now she understood the depths of my obsession, the lengths I would go to keep her.

And she wouldn’t be stupid enough to make that mistake again.

But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t punish Jake for what he had done.

I wanted to fuck her again, but I held myself back. She just lost her innocence to me. She must be in some pain right now. I’d just give it time. She was already mine, and there was no need for the rush. I had her all to myself now to do as I pleased.

Her soft snores, which I had admired and adored while she innocently slept away, abruptly stopped.

I waited for her to open those pretty, enchanting eyes, but they were still tightly shut. She was awake. She just didn’t want to face me.

A smirk tugged at my lips. I knew her too well.

I rose from the couch, making my way to the bed, and the moment I got close, her body tensed beneath the sheets. Even in feigned sleep, she was reacting to me. That alone made something dark and primal stir within me.

It was barely four in the morning–I expected her not to have the strength to wake up until morning. But here she

Was.

I reached out, softly brushing off the messy locks of hair that framed her beautiful face, “Hey, baby…“I called in a troaked voice, “You don’t have to pretend to be asleep. Open your eyes for me.” My tone was softer than that of a toddler asking for ice cream from their mother for the third time in one day. Cautious.

A delicate shudder ran through her before she shifted, rolling onto her back. And then, finally, those mesmerizing

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eyes of hers fluttered open, locking onto mine.

Gods.

I would kill for those eyes.

They stared at me, innocent and mesmerizing, as if they were holding a thousand questions and conflicts in them. But beneath all of it, I saw what I wanted to see.

Desire.

She bit her bottom lip, and I nearly lost the fragile restraint was clinging to. A growl rumbled in my chest as I traced my thumb over the abused flesh, my breath leaving the in a slow exhale.

I swear, it took everything in me not to claim those lips once more and devour her again.

“How are you feeling, beautiful?” I asked, my lips curving to a smile–one only she had the privilege of seeing. She was changing me. No one else saw me like this. No one else ever would.

Kasmine was beginning to make me smile a lot. I had to learn how to just for her. Anything to keep her comfortable and happy.

“Kester…” she whispered the way she always did when she wanted to pull away. When she wanted to retreat from

me

I wasn’t going to let her.

She tried to sit up, but I gently pressed her shoulder back against the mattress, holding her in place.

“Stay still, baby,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the curve of her collarbone. “Get used to this.”

“You shouldn’t be here. Go to your room,” she said, avoiding my gaze, “we’ve already sinned enough. Your presence is only a reminder of my sins.”

“Good” My fingers curled into the sheets beside her head. Because I want you to remember last night for the rest of your life.”

“You can tell yourself it was a mistake all you want,” I murmured, dragging my fingers down her arm, reveling in the way her skin heated beneath my touch. “But I don’t make mistakes, Kasmine. This was deliberate. And it will happen again.”

“When will you come to accept it?” I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice dropping to something darker, “That I want you? That I want to own you? And that I already have?”

“Fuck what society wants,” I growled, my fingers tilting her chin until our lips were a breath apart. “The question is, what do we want? Hmm?” My thumb caressed the pulse of her throat, feeling it race.

“I want you,” I continued, my voice hoarse with possession with hunger. “And I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks. I want you to love me, Kasmine.”

My lips brushed her jaw, my breath hot against her skin, and she shuddered at my words.

I gently took her bottom lip in mine and bit down softly, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips, no matter how hard she tried.