Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

KESTER.

I was spent. My cock still tingled at the tip, sensitive from the two times I had already taken her tonight. And gods,

1 wanted more.

Thad dragged Kasmine into the woods twice to fuck her. Pick, she was like an addiction.

I had to bring both of them back home before I’d be tempted to take her a third time. She was drunk, and it was so intoxicating fucking her in that state.

Thankfully, June was still awake, so I didn’t have to waste time worrying about how she’d get home. That meant i could focus entirely on Kasmine.

1 carried her inside, laying, her down carefully on the bed, watching as she shifted slightly but didn’t stir. She was completely out of it. If I touched her now, if I pressed my lips to her throat, my fingers between her thighs, my cock into her pussy, she wouldn’t resist. She wouldn’t stop me. And fuck, how it made my cock strain with need.

But as much as I wanted to sink into her one more time, I knew I needed to stop.

Such a baby.

She’d made a mess at the bonfire, puking all over the place. I had to bathe her, get her cleaned up, change her dress before tucking her into bed. And then, I’d hold her and cuddle her. I liked when she slept in my arms, her body curling into mine, small, warm, utterly fucking mine.

With one last glance at her, I quietly shut the door and turned toward my own room, and sincerely, I couldn’t shake off the nagging need to have my phone up and running again

After I had flung it at June earlier today, I hadn’t had the time to go into town to get another one. Kasmine was with me all day, lying in my arms and trying to calm me down.

I let myself loose in her warmth, and I lost track of time. My father’s texts were never opened before the incident. And neither was I able to see Lance’s texts.

Well, if it were so urgent, they’d have called Kasmine or June by now to get to me. This was the only excuse that had kept me sane all day.

My door groaned open, and I pushed in hurriedly, taking long, strides to the closet. I didn’t even notice the person sitting on the couch in the other corner of the room.

That’s how fucking insignificant she was.

“Kester,” June called and stood up, taking cautious steps toward me.

I barely spared her a glance, “You should be trying to freshen up by now, June.”

She chuckled slightly, “That’s why I am here… For us to shower together.”

It was at that point I noticed what she was wearing, and, fuck…

A towel.

A fucking towel.

Tied just above her breasts, barely covering her thighs.

my nerves? Because

Goddess. Did this girl take lessons on how to crawl under my skin and step on every strand of my if so, she was at the top of her fucking class.

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Chapter 97

I won’t deny it June had a body most men would kill to have under them.

Long, smooth legs. Perky, full breasts. An ass made to be grabbed.

But here’s the thing

She didn’t move me.

Not one fucking bit..

I lived and breathed for only one woman, and that was Kasmine. The only body I craved, the only skin I wanted against mine, the only taste Ibumed for.

I couldn’t even explain why my obsession ran so deep, Hut was fucking grateful for it.

Without another word, I grabbed the pajamas I had set on the bed and turned, already making for the door. I had more important things to do. Like settling Kasmine in properly, making sure she was wann, tucked in, and wrapped in my arms where she belonged.

But June stepped in my path.

“Kester,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly, her voice dripping with something that made my patience

snap.

She was an inconvenience. A fucking obstacle standing between me and the only person that mattered.

Her head tilted slightly, lips curled into something that was meant to be inviting.

“He’s eager to help you, Kes.” She called that name, and it sounded foreign. It only sounded better when Kasmine called it. “And he said we could discuss it over dinner when we return.”

But I held still, barely keeping myself in check because I needed to hear the rest. I needed to know exactly what her father had said and how he planned to help me.

And I fucking hated that I had to let her talk.

“He’s willing to step in for you,” she purred. “But he wants to meet in person. He says it’s best to handle matters. like this with people we trust. People who are… close.”