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Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 77

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Chapter 77

KASMINE.

“What the hell?”

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A sharp ache pulsed at the side of my head as I winced, my body instinctively curling inward. My limbs felt unusually heavy, like I’d been drugged–or in a deep sleep couldn’t remember falling into.

Blinking against the soft golden light filtering through the room, I slowly pushed myself up, my fingers gripping the silky sheets beneath me. These weren’t the sheets from the plane.

Where the hell was I?

My gaze darted around, taking in the space. Spacious. Extravagant. Surreal. The kind of place people spent a lifetime saving up for a single week in.

The high, vaulted ceiling was made of dark wood, elegant yet rustic, with pure white curtains that billowed lightly from the breeze seeping through the open balcony doors.

The floor was polished oak, dark and rich, so clean it almost gleamed.

The air smelled different–salty, warm, and rich with the scent of the ocean.

I immediately turned my head toward the sound of water lapping against the stilts beneath the cabin. Through the floor–to–ceiling windows was an endless stretch of deep, crystal blue that surrounded the overwater villa, glittering under the midday sun. No land in sight.

My stomach dropped.

What the-

I yanked the sheets off me and nearly gasped when I looked down.

What the hell was I wearing?

Soft lace and satin that barely covered me–a sultry deep red lingerie set, the kind you wore when you were expecting to be fucked out of your mind.

A transparent, netted robe hung loosely around my shoulders, offering no real coverage.

My skin prickled.

The last thing I remembered…

I was on the plane.

I’d taken a sip of the orange juice the air hostess handed me. Kester had been sitting next to me, barely sparing me a glance as he typed away on his phone.

And now…

I was here.

In Maldives.

Dressed like this.

What the hell did Kester do?

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I turned, intending to step down from the bed to look for Kester, but the moment my eyes landed on the other side of the room, a violent shudder ripped through me.

My breath caught.

Lined up neatly on the sleek, marble–topped console beside the bed were the shameless display of things I had never–never–thought I’d see in my life.

Sex toys.

My skin went ice–cold, then fever–hot.

A whole collection of them.

Different types. Different sizes. And obviously, different…functions.

I froze, my stomach twisting in a way I couldn’t describe.

They were arranged like some goddamn exhibition.

My feet carried me slowly across the room, rounding the bed, even though I was too scared to get closer.

One by one, my eyes traced over them.

A pink, rabbit–like vibrator with a part that felt so flexible… its surface was so smooth and innocent–looking compared to the rest. From the way it looked, it was used for the… Wait… What part of the female body is this one used on?

I was totally confused. I had only seen these things passively online without ever paying attention to them.

Beside it was a thick black wand with a broad head and sturdy handle, making it look more like a weapon than a pleasure tool.

A slender, pink silicone one with ridges. Another, sleek black with an attached remote. Gods. My stomach clenched.

Then-

A silver plug, small but weighty, with a sparkling gemstone at the base. A matching pair of silver balls, connected by a delicate chain… A curved glass rod…

What in the heavens are these for?

Unease danced beneath my skin to a foreboding tune. I swallowed hard as my gaze landed on the biggest one in the lineup.

A towering, veined silicone cock, almost monstrous in size.

Thick. Veined. Heavy. Lifelike.

My breath hitched.

My fingers twitched at my sides. Against my better judgment, I reached out, picking it up with my tentative, unsteady hands.

It was detailed down to the last ridged vein. The blushed tip, the firm base, even the way the material felt just slightly warm to the touch when I hesitantly lifted it.

The weight of it–heavy.

The size of it–terrifyingly huge.

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