Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 60 KASMINE The moment I heard his voice, everything inwent still slowly turned my gaze to meet Kester's blazing eyes and saw a smirk on his lips.

That smirk held an unhealthy intent. I didn't like it.

My brows furrowed in confusion. Why wasn't he panicking? Why wasn't he worried about being caught? As if in answer to my unspoken question, he slowly withdrew from me. Then, with a brutal, bone-jarring thrust, he slammed back in so deep, so hard, that I almost blacked out.

I bit back a whimper, but it was too late. I knew Jake had heard me.

"Kasmine, you're there?" He called out, and I didn't trust myself enough to speak. But I had to. He already heard 1. me.

"Y... Yes..." I managed, but my decision to speak didn't seem to please Kester. He pulled back again, teasingwith the withdrawal, before ramming intoonce more, even harder than before. This time, I couldn't suppress the whimper that escaped.

I looked pleadingly at Kester but his eyes still held those dangerous intent that madeweak to my core. Please..." I mouthed, but he only smiled as he resumed his painfully slow thrusts, knowing I needed him to hit harder.

"Should I cin...? Are you okay?" Poor Jake asked and my stomach twisted with guilt. But Kester's insanely deep thrusts pushed that guilt to the back of my mind, replaced by the overwhelming sensations he was evoking within me. He pulled back again, teasingwith the empty space, before slamming intoonce more, the force of the impact makinggasp.

"No!" I cried out at the force of it, and thankfully, it clike a response to Jake's question. "No, Jake. I'm fine. Just leave." "I saw you leave your brother's office in a rush, and you seemed a little upset," Jake began, sounding unsure, "Did he hurt you, Kasmine?" he asked, and I let a tear fall. I felt guilty.

Yes. My brother was hurting me, but in the most pleasurable way I'd ever imagined. How do I tell him this? "No, Jake," I swallowed, attempting but failing to keep my voice steady. Not when this hard cock kept thrusting intowith a ferocity I could hardly keep up with.

"Are you sure you are fine? You don't sound okay," He asked, and I heard him stepping closer.

"I am fine! Just leave!" I yelled at him as I felt my orgasm slowly building up. He shouldn't be here when it hit me.

Please.

"Look, Mine..." He called and my heart stopped, and so did Kester's thrusts. His eyes turned bloodshot red at the mention of that name. "I am sorry about the way I spoke to you earlier. I was hurt. I realized I was too harsh on you. I am sorry." Kester's anger turned to fury, and he resumed fuckinglike nothing happened, but this time, his thrusts becmore urgent, more erratic as if he was in a hurry to finish up, so he could go take care of a problem - Jake.

"You're hurting me, please," I whispered into Kester's ear the words barely audible, but he only grippedtighter, his hands bruising my skin as he pulledoff the wall. He began to slamdown onto his cock, the rhythm and intensity so brutal, so painful, that I nearly blacked out.

Chapter 60 was completely at his mercy.

"Allowto make it up to you, please," Jake spoke again, remindingthat he was still there, "How about dinner at my place tomorrow?" He asked. Kester's eyes lip with a chilling malice.

"Say yes," Kester whispered, and I knew he had something evil already planned. "Do it!" he added harshly, his grip tightening, but I shook my head, tears burning my eyes "No. Please. Don't hurt him," I begged, my voice choked with fear.

"Say it, Mine," he warned, his breath hot against my neck "No, Jake. I can't. Now, leavethe fuck alone!" I yelled at him, not because I wanted to, but because of Kester's brutality on my vagina.

I heard Jake slowly retreat without saying another word, probably blaming himself for puttingin a foul mood. Kester immediately droppedto my feet, "You chose to be stubborn, huh?" He asked, turningaround to face the wall while he stood behind me.

He madearch my back just a little, and before I could register what he was doing, I felt his hot, hard dick sliding intoagain, even though I was already raw and sore.

He had fuckedto the point where I was almost dry, but he didn't care. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back, while his other hand clamped over my mouth from behind, silencing my cries.

I sobbed into his hand, the pain and the pleasure warring within me, a confusing, overwhelming mix of sensations. My vision blurred, not just from tears but from the dizzying pleasure that threatened to consme. It was too much to process at once.

And then, just like that, the world went black. I felt strong arms catchingfrom behind, preventingfrom collapsing to the floor.

My body felt wrecked.

Heavy. Aching. Used.

A deep, raw soreness pulsed from the very core of me, leavingfeeling fragile and weak. My limbs felt like lead, heavy and reluctant to move.

I fought to open my eyes, my lashes sticky with exhaustion.

What the hell...

My center felt tom to shreds - hot and sore. A whimper leftmy lips as I struggled to open my eyes when the image of the last thing I remembered ccreeping in.

I snapped my eyes open, bolting up from whatever soft surface I was lying on, my entire body screaming in protest, but I barely registered the pain. My gaze darted wildly around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings.

My room? How did I get here? Muskin I looked at my body and saw that I was no longer in my work dress. I had been dressed in a nightwear. Mys smelled fresh and clean as if I'd been bathed, but I had no memory of it.

Chapter 60 "Finally awake?" I heard Kester's voice from the corner of thy room, close to the window, I slowly turned in his direction, and there he stood, bathed in the fading evening light.

Gods, he looked good.

He had also had a shower, from the way he looked his neally combed hair and the strong masculine scent of fresh perfume.

I swallowed when I took in his bare chest and ripped abdomen leading down to the low waistband of his sweatpants... His chest was bare.

Goddess, he looked like fucking sin.

"You could touch me, you know," He teased.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I tore iny gaze away. But just as I did, something else caught my eye-something that made my heart stop.

I saw him holding up a book - a book he clearly wasn't meant to be holding, clutched lazily in his large hands, his fingers brushing over the pages like he had all the tin the world.

My blood ran cold..

Adrenaline kicked in, dulling the ache in my body as I snapped up, but the soreness pierced me. A strangled whimper left my lips as I stumbled forward, clutching my stomach from the sharp pain between my thighs.

Kester didn't move to help.

He just stood there, amused. "Easy now, sweetness. You took in quite a lot," he scoffed.

"Give it back!" I said, crossing the room to where he stood.

"Relax, little one." He effortlessly raised the book out of my reach, makingstretch onto my toes like a desperate child.

"You shouldn't be looking at that." I glared.

"Why not?" he mused, flipping a page like he had every right to. "You have sinteresting dreams, little one." My stomach twisted.

I snatched at the book again, but he was taller, and I was still too weak to fight properly.

It was a book containing my bucket lists, and it was meant to be private. Only Claire and I knew the contents of each other's bucket lists.

Thankfully, from what I saw, he hadn't gone past the third page.

"Kester, I swear to "Okay, okay," he chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He lowered the book, handing it towith a smirk that made my skin prickle.

I ripped it from his grasp.

"So, Maldives, huh?" He scoffed, tilting his head slightly, studyingwith something close to adoration, "Why didn't you say so?" I rolled my eyes and turned away, clutching the book to my chest like it held my soul. I thanked Selene that he Chapter to hadn't pushed with his inquiry.

-25 BONUS The bed dipped besideas he sat down, his warmth pressing into my side. A rough, calloused hand reached for my face, his fingers brushing over ny cheek, "I was too hard on you earlier, wasn't 17" His lips brushed the side of my head, pressing the ghost of a kiss against my temple.

"Kester..." I whispered, my thoughts a mess, my heart racing for reasons fcouldn't explain. "How did we get home?" My voice cout quieter. "What happened?" He shrugged, "I carried you home." He said casually, and almost had a heart attack.

"What?" My stomach dropped. "While everyone watched?" His smirk deepened. "Obviously " "Kester, no." I felt sick. My body went cold as reality slammed into me. Jake.

Everyone. They had seen.

They all saw.

"You're trying so hard to ruin me," I whispered, pressing my fingers to my temples.

Kester leaned back against the headboard, smiling like a predator who had won. Would you rather Meft you on the toilet floor to wake up at..." he flicked his gaze to the clock, "7 PM?" He asked, and I realized how long 1 had been out. He had a point, but his next words ruined everything. "Don't worry. No one suspected anything. Not even Jake, who helpedbring your purse to the car.' Kester's voice was maddeningly casual as if he hadn't just dropped a bomb that made my stomach chum.

I almost scoffed Was that supposed to makefeel better? That after he had fuckedinto unconsciousness, he had made Jake- sweet, oblivious Jake-fetch my purse and hand it to him like skind of assistant? Poor Jake.

My fingers clenched around the sheets as Kester continued, completely unbothered by my rage.

"I told him you were exhausted and needed rest," he added, his lips twitching into something mischievous. "Which was true, you know?" "I hate you, Kester," I bit out, and he chuckled.

"I know, baby." He said and stood up, "Get smore rest. It might be a long night."

"Wait." I called out before he stepped out, "I need to see the doctor tomorrow. I'll have to get good sleep tonight said, and he knitted his brows with concern. "Why? Do you feel sick? Was 1 that hard on you?" He strode back to where I sat, his eyes scanning my body worriedly. I bit my lip, feeling a small rush of warmth at the way he cared.

"No. I have to get skind of birth control, you know? I took the last contraceptive I had yesterday," I said.

The change in his demeanor was instant.

His body tensed, muscles locking as his jaw went rigid.

Chapter 60 "What? What the fuck do you mean you took the last one you had? How did you

get them? Wasn't I your first? How then did you..." His eyes burned into m mine, demanding answers as he went on, anger beginning to cloud his reasoning. "Slow down, Kester!" I cut in quickly, reaching for his arm to ground him before his anger spiraled His nostrils flared, but he stilled, his eyes flickering over my face, waiting for an explanation.

"It was given to us in school," I rushed to say. "Shealth awareness workers cto lecture us girls on the need to always protect ourselves. We were given two tablets of the morning-after pills as samples." The tension in his jaw eased, just barely, his breath coming out in a slow, controlled exhale.

For a moment, he didn't speak.

Then, he crouched beside me. His hand cup, fingers brushing along my thigh before gliding up to cup my cheek. "You don't need to be on birth control, Mine," he said, gazing into my confused eyes.

"Why? Are you impotent?" I asked the most naive question ever, and he chuckled.

His fingers tangled into my hair, tilting my head so I was staring straight into the burning abyss of his gaze.

"I wasn't joking when I said I was going to put a baby in you." A shiver crawled down my spine.

"You will carry my child soon, Mine." His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, his gaze darkening "That's what I want. And I'll make it happen