Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 60

KASMINE

The moment I heard his voice, everything in me went still slowly turned my gaze to meet Kester’s blazing eyes and saw a smirk on his lips.

That smirk held an unhealthy intent. I didn’t like it.

My brows furrowed in confusion. Why wasn’t he panicking? Why wasn’t he worried about being caught?

As if in answer to my unspoken question, he slowly withdrew from me. Then, with a brutal, bone–jarring thrust, he slammed back in so deep, so hard, that I almost blacked out.

I bit back a whimper, but it was too late. I knew Jake had heard me.

“Kasmine, you’re there?” He called out, and I didn’t trust myself enough to speak. But I had to. He already heard

1. me.

“Y… Yes…” I managed, but my decision to speak didn’t seem to please Kester. He pulled back again, teasing me with the withdrawal, before ramming into me once more, even harder than before. This time, I couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped.

I looked pleadingly at Kester but his eyes still held those dangerous intent that made me weak to my core. Please…” I mouthed, but he only smiled as he resumed his painfully slow thrusts, knowing I needed him to hit

harder.

“Should I come in…? Are you okay?” Poor Jake asked and my stomach twisted with guilt. But Kester’s insanely deep thrusts pushed that guilt to the back of my mind, replaced by the overwhelming sensations he was evoking within me. He pulled back again, teasing me with the empty space, before slamming into me once more, the force of the impact making me gasp.

“No!” I cried out at the force of it, and thankfully, it came like a response to Jake’s question. “No, Jake. I’m fine. Just leave.”

“I saw you leave your brother’s office in a rush, and you seemed a little upset,” Jake began, sounding unsure, “Did he hurt you, Kasmine?” he asked, and I let a tear fall. I felt guilty.

Yes. My brother was hurting me, but in the most pleasurable way I’d ever imagined. How do I tell him this?

“No, Jake,” I swallowed, attempting but failing to keep my voice steady. Not when this hard cock kept thrusting into me with a ferocity I could hardly keep up with.

“Are you sure you are fine? You don’t sound okay,” He asked, and I heard him stepping closer.

“I am fine! Just leave!” I yelled at him as I felt my orgasm slowly building up. He shouldn’t be here when it hit me.

Please.

“Look, Mine…” He called and my heart stopped, and so did Kester’s thrusts. His eyes turned bloodshot red at the mention of that name. “I am sorry about the way I spoke to you earlier. I was hurt. I realized I was too harsh on you. I am sorry.”

Kester’s anger turned to fury, and he resumed fucking me like nothing happened, but this time, his thrusts became more urgent, more erratic as if he was in a hurry to finish up, so he could go take care of a problem – Jake.

“You’re hurting me, please,” I whispered into Kester’s ear the words barely audible, but he only gripped me tighter, his hands bruising my skin as he pulled me off the wall. He began to slam me down onto his cock, the rhythm and intensity so brutal, so painful, that I nearly blacked out.

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I was completely at his mercy.

“Allow me to make it up to you, please,” Jake spoke again, reminding me that he was still there, “How about dinner at my place tomorrow?” He asked. Kester’s eyes lip with a chilling malice.

“Say yes,” Kester whispered, and I knew he had something evil already planned. “Do it!” he added harshly, his grip tightening, but I shook my head, tears burning my eyes

“No. Please. Don’t hurt him,” I begged, my voice choked with fear.

“Say it, Mine,” he warned, his breath hot against my neck

“No, Jake. I can’t. Now, leave me the fuck alone!” I yelled at him, not because I wanted to, but because of Kester’s brutality on my vagina.

I heard Jake slowly retreat without saying another word, probably blaming himself for putting me in a foul mood.

Kester immediately dropped me to my feet, “You chose to be stubborn, huh?” He asked, turning me around to face the wall while he stood behind me.

He made me arch my back just a little, and before I could register what he was doing, I felt his hot, hard dick sliding into me again, even though I was already raw and sore.

He had fucked me to the point where I was almost dry, but he didn’t care. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back, while his other hand clamped over my mouth from behind, silencing my cries.

I sobbed into his hand, the pain and the pleasure warring within me, a confusing, overwhelming mix of sensations. My vision blurred, not just from tears but from the dizzying pleasure that threatened to consume me. It was too much to process at once.

And then, just like that, the world went black. I felt strong arms catching me from behind, preventing me from collapsing to the floor.

My body felt wrecked.

Heavy. Aching. Used.

A deep, raw soreness pulsed from the very core of me, leaving me feeling fragile and weak. My limbs felt like lead, heavy and reluctant to move.

I fought to open my eyes, my lashes sticky with exhaustion.

What the hell…

My center felt tom to shreds – hot and sore. A whimper leftmy lips as I struggled to open my eyes when the image of the last thing I remembered came creeping in.

I snapped my eyes open, bolting up from whatever soft surface I was lying on, my entire body screaming in protest, but I barely registered the pain. My gaze darted wildly around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings.

My room?

How did I get here?

Muskin

I looked at my body and saw that I was no longer in my work dress. I had been dressed in a nightwear. Mys smelled fresh and clean as if I’d been bathed, but I had no memory of it.

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“Finally awake?” I heard Kester’s voice from the corner of thy room, close to the window,

I slowly turned in his direction, and there he stood, bathed in the fading evening light.

Gods, he looked good.

He had also had a shower, from the way he looked his neally combed hair and the strong masculine scent of fresh perfume.

I swallowed when I took in his bare chest and ripped abdomen leading down to the low waistband of his sweatpants… His chest was bare.

Goddess, he looked like fucking sin.

“You could touch me, you know,” He teased.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I tore iny gaze away. But just as I did, something else caught my eye–something that made my heart stop.

I saw him holding up a book – a book he clearly wasn’t meant to be holding, clutched lazily in his large hands, his fingers brushing over the pages like he had all the time in the world.

My blood ran cold..

Adrenaline kicked in, dulling the ache in my body as I snapped up, but the soreness pierced me. A strangled whimper left my lips as I stumbled forward, clutching my stomach from the sharp pain between my thighs.

Kester didn’t move to help.

“Give it back!” I said, crossing the room to where he stood.

“Relax, little one.” He effortlessly raised the book out of my reach, making me stretch onto my toes like a desperate child.

“Why not?” he mused, flipping a page like he had every right to. “You have some interesting dreams, little one.”

It was a book containing my bucket lists, and it was meant to be private. Only Claire and I knew the contents of each other’s bucket lists.

“Kester, I swear to

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He lowered the book, handing it to me with a smirk that made my skin prickle.

“So, Maldives, huh?” He scoffed, tilting his head slightly, studying me with something close to adoration, “Why didn’t you say so?”

I rolled my eyes and turned away, clutching the book to my chest like it held my soul. I thanked Selene that he

hadn’t pushed with his inquiry.

The bed dipped beside me as he sat down, his warmth pressing into my side. A rough, calloused hand reached for my face, his fingers brushing over ny cheek, “I was too hard on you earlier, wasn’t 17”

“Kester…” I whispered, my thoughts a mess, my heart racing for reasons fcouldn’t explain. “How did we get home?” My voice came out quieter. “What happened?”

He shrugged, “I carried you home.” He said casually, and almost had a heart attack.

They all saw.

Kester’s voice was maddeningly casual as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb that made my stomach chum.