Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94

KESTER.

Fucking bitch!

I thought she was dead or something.

Why didn’t she stay wherever the fuck she just crawled out from?

Rage curled through my muscles like a vice, my fingers twitching as I fastened my seatbelt.

“Kester… You have to breathe… You are too tensed,” Kasmine said from beside.

I had booked the next available flight back to New York the second Lance sent that cursed message. Of all the goddamn problems circling me like vultures, Karina was the one I needed to deal with first.

“Kester. What’s going on? You can talk to us,” June asked. Her hand reached toward mine, and I recoiled like she was some disease–ridden mutt.

Instead, I grabbed Kasmine’s hand, the one resting idly on the armrest between us, I squeezed, drawing in the warmth of her skin. Instantly, the chaos in my head steadied–just a little.

She calmed the storm in me always.

The hurt in June’s eyes when I withdrew from her and took my sister’s hand instead was sincerely insignificant. The last thing I gave a fuck about right now was her fragile little feelings.

The flight seemed longer than necessary. Or, maybe I was the one too agitated.

I had half a mind to order the pilot to speed the hell up, but even I wasn’t that unhinged.

At some point, June fell asleep–of course, she did. My so–called fiancée knocked the fuck out while I seething. Pathetic.

But Kasmine was still up, watching me to make sure I didn’t do something ‘stupid,” in her words.

1 laughed under my breath.

What stupid thing would I possibly do on a plane aside from murdering any man who touches her? And so far, no man had touched her yet.

“You still haven’t told me what’s going on, Kes?” Her other hand moved to the back of my palm, tracing slow, thoughtful circles. She knew what she was doing. And damn it, it was working.

I still held her hand in mine. It felt like an anchor I wouldn’t let go of. And she let me

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” I replied.

She didn’t push. That was another thing I fucking loved about her–Kasmine knew when to press and when to let

the be

“Is there anything I can do to help?” She asked, and I felt like kissing her for being this caring, observant, and….. Fuck. She was everything I ever wanted.

She was too fucking good for this world.

I scoffed, tilting my head toward the other side of the aisle where June was still asleep, her mouth slightly open. Well, for starters, you could teach that one how to be a woman. Maybe then she wouldn’t pass out like a dead fish when her ‘man‘ is on the verge of ripping someone apart.”

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Chapter 94

Kasmine’s lips twitched, but she smothered the amusemen

“No, baby. I’ll be fine,” I muttered, shifting to press a kiss her forehead.

“Should we go to the convenience? Would it make you feel better?” She asked so innocently that it warmed my

heart.

Mine was actually suggesting to fuck down my anger? How else could I love this girl more?

“Are you seriously offering to let me fuck the anger out of my system at 30,000 feet?”

Kasmine tilted her head slightly, watching me. “If it helps.

If it helps?

This girl would be the death of me.

I chuckled darkly, shifting closer, lowering my voice so only she could hear. “No, baby. I can’t fuck you in this state. You might end up in the hospital, and everyone on this plane would hear you scream for mercy.” I replied, and surprisingly, I found myself smiling.

She exhaled sharply, and I could already smell her arousal, and fuck, it was a turn–on for me.

My fingers traced her wrist th

I was wrong.

If anything, it had fueled the fire and left me edgier, my body still thrumming with need even after I came–twice. Now, all I could think about was sinking into her, stretching her tight little pussy around my cock, and fucking her like the needy slut she’d made herself in that cramped convenience. The way she had dropped to her knees, taken me deep, let me use her mouth to get some relief–fuck.

We stepped off the plane, the humid scent of the tarmac hitting me hard, but I barely registered it. My focus was on the black convoy lined up at the private exit, where my men were already waiting

“What about the meeting with my father?” She paused and asked, but I didn’t stop walking.

About an hour into the drive, I activated the blinds of the litho where I and Kasmine sat. I was still too wound up, my muscles tight, my blood thrumming with a violent edge, and my cock threatened to bore a hole in my pants. Fuck

The drive had been too quiet, and we still had about two hours to reach the pack.

“How about we finish what we started, love?” I didn’t wait for an answer.

I gripped her waist and pulled her onto my lap, forcing her to straddle my thighs.

Kasmine gasped, her nails lightly digging through the thin fabric of my white sleeves.

She had dressed for sin before we left the Maldives.

That little black dress so short it barely covered the tops of her thighs, easy for me to yank up to her waist and reach for that juicy spot I could kill for… It was so tight it clung to every curve, reminding me of how perfect her body was

I let my hands roam, skimming over her bare legs, tracing the smooth skin before yanking the hem of her dress up to her waist.

No panties.

A low growl rumbled from my chest.

“You’re naked, Mine,” I hissed, feeling the warmth of her ass cheeks on my palms.

“Just for you,” She cooed.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” I muttered, sliding my fingers between her legs, finding her already soaked. “You like knowing I could’ve fucked you in front of everyone on that plane, huh? That they could’ve heard you?”

She took in a shuddering breath when my fingers ghosted past her slick folds.

I smirked, gripping her chin, and forcing her to look at me.

“Well, baby,” I murmured, my voice thick with dark lust,” hope you’re ready to beg because two orgasms weren’t enough for me.”

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And then, without another word, I crashed my lips against hers, claiming her like the filthy little thing she was.

The car ride would be long

And had every intention of making sure she felt it.