Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 78

KESTER.

Putting her to sleep on the flight was child’s play. A necessary inconvenience.

I had to.

Otherwise, she would have gotten in the way of what I intended to do. And the commotion that followed–when everyone found out there was a body locked inside the convenience–would have ruined this trip before it even began.

I had no regrets. The world was full of corpses, and one more wouldn’t tip the scales.

This wouldn’t be the first time a corpse turned up on a plane. And it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.

Now, I only had to hope the reporters would shut up about it. The frequency at which they broadcasted the incident was becoming an irritation, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

I knew she’d be mad when she found out, but she’d get over it.

My eyes roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her body wrapped in the sexy outfit I had chosen for her, which was turning me on to a feverish degree. She looked fucking perfect.

A perfect slut for me.

Did she even realize how sinfully gorgeous she was? Women spent money, time, and endless effort chasing bodies like hers. But she had it effortlessly. Naturally. Like she was sculpted by the gods for the sole purpose of being my personal ruin.

She shifted slightly, her breathing uneven as her gaze darted toward the array of toys I’d laid out. I saw the conflict and anticipation in her eyes. She’d never done this before. I know. It was all new to her.

She was a blank canvas, untouched, and I was the artist, ready to paint her with my desires.

She had no clue what I had in store for her, how far I would take her, and how thoroughly I intended to own every inch of her body. I would own her body and soul until she was nothing but a vessel for my pleasure.

I never intended for us to have a boring sex life, after all.

“But I don’t know anything about these,” she murmured in a voice smaller than usual, swallowing the anxiety creeping up her throat.

She never knew anything.

That was the best part.

So fucking naïve. And I was happy to be the one shaping her, breaking her, ruining her, tainting her… I was molding her into the kind of woman I wanted her to be for me while I made myself the man she wanted.

“You’ll learn, baby,” I climbed over her, taking off the robe that covered that perfect slutty lingerie I wore her.

My fingers traced down her arms slowly before I caught her wrists in one firm grip and pinned them above her head

“There are so many sinful things I want to do to you, Kasmine.”

I felt her shiver beneath me, her pulse quickening.

“And gods help me, I will ruin you so completely that all you will ever crave is the darkness and destruction I

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bring.”

She moaned and licked her bottom lip, her eyes half closed

I secured her wrists to the headboard, the cold metal chains locking into place with a soft click.

She gasped.

I had specifically made this ready even before we arrived. I was specific about a whole lot of other things she’d get to see as we explored the whole house, fucking until we barely remembered anything else other than the taste of

sin.

I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Don’t be scared, baby.” My voice was low, laced with dark intent. “You were made for this. Made for me. You’ll enjoy every moment of it.”

Her chest rose and fell in uneven waves, and I could feel the rapid thrum of her pulse against my lips as I kissed my way down her throat.

“You trust me, don’t you?” I murmured, my hands already trailing lower, resting on her flat stomach.

I teased her navel with my fingertip, drawing a moan from her before I ventured further down.

Imoved lower, my fingers tracing the delicate line of lace that separated her thighs.

I paused, my eyes locking with her moist ones. “Tell me you trust me, Kasmine.”

Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to lubricate her dry lower lip before she spoke. “I… I trust you,” she whispered.

“Good,” I growled with a voice so thick with lust that I barely even recognized it. I lowered my head, my lips brushing against the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. The scent of her arousal was an intoxicating, heady mix of sweetness and musk.

Fuck.

She instinctively closed her legs, and I let out a small smile. I smirked, dragging my hands over her thighs, fingers teasing the sensitive flesh. This was the first time I’d ever go down on her, and the anticipation made my pulse thunder in my ears.

“Hey…” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh. “It’s fine, baby. This will be one of the best things you’ll ever feel.” I cooed, but she still hesitated.

“I have never done this before. I don’t know…” Her voice trembled too much, and it aroused me even more.

“Let me do the honors, baby.”

She exhaled before slowly releasing her thighs and letting me do as I pleased. I gently pulled off her thong. Gods above. She was perfection.

Today was about me worshipping her body in every way I could. She was my goddess.

Spreading her open with my thumbs, I took my time to admire the slick, glistening heat of her. My tongue darted out, dragging lazily over the soft seam of her folds. She gasped, her body arching beneath me. Her reaction sent my cock jolting with need.

I smirked against her, letting my tongue explore her, tasting the sweet, sinful essence of her arousal.

I lapped at her, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue, eliciting a soft moan. I wanted to savor her, to taste

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every inch of her, to drive her wild with pleasure.

The moan that climbed its way out of her throat was downright sinful. It made me want to hear it again and again. I want my touch to be the only one that could elicit such pleasure from her.

I moved lower, finding the delicate bud of her clit, swirling my tongue around it, and teasing it with flicks and flicks before sucking it into my mouth.

She struggled against the restraints, “Ahh…” She breathed, releasing more of her juices, “Kes… Please, don’t stop. “She whispered.

“Of course, baby. I’m only getting started,” I replied, sucking and licking at the same time.

Fuck. She tasted like fucking strawberry.

I wanted to drown her in pleasure, to push her to the edge and then pull her back, again and again, until she was begging for more. I wanted to hear her scream my name, to feel her body clench around me, to know that I was the only one who could give her this kind of pleasure.

Her head tossed back, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat ‘Oh, god! Kester…” She gasped, her body arching against the restraints. I smirked, curling my finger inside her, pumping in slow, teasing strokes, mimicking the rhythm of my tongue, which was peppering her swollen clit

I slid in a second finger, stretching her, working her open. Harder. Deeper. My fingers curled, dragging along that soft, sensitive spot inside her, making her cry out.