Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80

KASMINE.

The sheets tangled beneath us as we lay in each other’s arms. Thanks to the air conditioner in the room, my body temperature was beginning to regulate. I was feverishly hot after Kester ruined me.

His palm moved lazily up and down my back as I lay on his chest, my fingers absentmindedly tracing over the ridges of his muscles.

“I hope I wasn’t too hard on you, baby?” He asked in a gruff voice, and his question was almost laughable. Kester was anything but gentle. And he knew that.

“It’s nothing I couldn’t handle,” I replied, and his chest heaved with a deep sigh before he kissed my forehead.

“I’m sorry, love. You’ll get used to it.”

And that was supposed to make me feel better? That’s funny.

No matter how many times we fucked, I’d never get used to it. Kester was insatiable. Greedy. A man who didn’t just fuck—he devoured. He destroyed. He owned. And the worst part? I let him. I wanted him to.

I hadn’t even gotten my wolf yet. So, sometimes, when he fucked me, and his wolf slipped out and shared partial control, it usually sent me to the brink of death and back before he realized and shut him out. I wasn’t built to handle the force of him when he lost control, and he knew it.

But soon, I’ll get my wolf. And then, I’d finally know what it meant to be taken by a man who didn’t have to hold back.

I didn’t know if I should fear that day… or crave it.

I’ll get my mate as soon as I get my wolf, hopefully. But even at that, I’d let Kester fuck me one last time before I finally bear my mate’s mark, just to know how it feels to be taken by an ‘unhinged‘ Kester.

I cleared my throat, contemplating if I should ask him why he reacted the way he did earlier, but I didn’t know if it was a good idea.

“Say it,” I heard him say, and I paused.

“Say what?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know what he meant.

“What’s on your mind. Say it.”

He always seemed to know me better than I even know myself. He knew when I had something to say, when I was sad, hiding something, lying… He knew me too well.

“Why did you shed a tear earlier? I mean… Did something happen?” My voice was cautious, too careful not to start up a conversation that might not be appreciated by him.

He was quiet for a while, still rubbing my back softly. It felt like I had pushed him somewhere deep, somewhere he didn’t like to go.

And I felt like if I said another word or pressed him even a little harder, he’d shut me out completely.

So, for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer me. But then, he took a deep breath and spoke.

“I don’t cry, Kasmine,” he said matter–of–factly.

I lifted my head slightly to look at him and found that his eyes were fixed on me, watching me intently.

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“You did,” I murmured, my fingers brushing lightly over his jaw. “I saw it.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening on my waist for half a second before relaxing again.

“I don’t cry,” he repeated. “Not for pain. Not for loss. Not for anything.” His thumb swept over my hip slowly and absentmindedly. “But tonight…” He looked away and paused.

I held my breath, waiting for him to continue because it felt like even breathing the wrong way might make him stop.

His throat bobbed with a slow swallow, and then–finally he turned his head to meet my gaze again.

“I’ve never had this before,” he said barely above a whisper

My brows furrowed slightly. “Had what?”

His eyes darkened slightly, searching mine as if the answer should be obvious.

“This,” he dragged his fingers down my spine. “You.”

My heart did something strange in my chest. A slow, twisting ache.

“You’ve had me before,” I pointed out softly.

His jaw clenched. “I know. But it just seems to get better… The things I feel for you.”

A shiver ran through me.

The way he was looking at me was raw. Open. Vulnerable in a way that he never allowed himself to be.

“Ever wondered why I had your belongings in my possession?” He asked, and I nodded.

“Yeah. But I never got the perfect chance to ask you about it” I replied.

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“You quiet the storm in me, Kasmine. You calm my demons and bring me peace when everything is in chaos… You make me…” He sighed, “You’re my life, Mine… And the thought of a world without you in it?” His jaw tightened. I won’t even entertain it.” His eyes held mine, burning with something I wasn’t sure I could handle. I swallowed hard.

His words… I didn’t know what to say.

Because, what did you say when a man like Kester admitted that, for the first time in his life, he felt something he couldn’t name?

I opened my mouth to speak, but he spoke first before I had the chance.

“Would you like to watch the sunset? I heard it’s a beautiful view from here,” He asked, changing the topic immediately, “That’s why my mum bought this house.”

I stilled.

His mum?

This was a sensitive topic. His mother was a ghost in the family–never spoken of, never acknowledged. No stories, no fond memories, just silence. All we knew was that she had died. End of story.

Right now, having Kester, even as much as mentioning her was a miracle, and I didn’t even know how to react.

“Your mum?” My voice barely came out. I was cautious, careful. Like stepping onto cracked ice.

“Yeah. She used to love the Maldives. She always came here to-” he hesitated, then let out a humorless chuckle, ”

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‘-‘get some peace and quiet,‘ she used to say. I never knew what that meant until…” He paused suddenly, and I felt his breathing change.

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