Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

KESTER

I meant every word I just told her. The earlier Claire stopped bothering me, the better for Kasmine. Otherwise, I'd punish her if that would make her set boundaries between me and her pestering friend.

I pushed through my bedroom door, my anger radiating offine like a storm, spilling into the air like smoke. The shift in the atmosphere was instant, thickening with my mood, and unfortunately, June took notice.

"Kester..." She was on her feet in an instant, crossing the room toward me. "I waited up all night for you."

And?

All I saw in her was a stubborn child, desperate for attention.

Why was she telling me that? Does it look like I care? Didn't I tell her to go to sleep?

Her blonde hair was styled to perfection-sleek, shining, not a strand out of place. So, she really badn't slept.

The thought annoyed me more than it should have. What was she expecting? A reward?

I ignored her, stripping off my watch and tossing it onto the dresser before heading straight for the closet. 1 barely made it three steps before she spoke again.

"Where is Mine? Is she better now?" She asked and instantly, the world around me stilled.

I didn't know when I turned sharply and shot her the kind of glare that made her flinch. Good.

I turned to face her fully, my eyes narrowing dangerously on her, "Never in your entire fucking life call her that,"

I approached her slowly, and she took slow, desperate steps backward, "I am the only one who calls her that. You have no right to..." I counted my words through gritted teeth

Her lips parted, and I saw her wide eyes glistening as if she might cry.

And? Who gives a fuck?

Her Tears meant nothing to me.

"Have I made myself clear?" I breathe out, stopping in my tracks, my eyes never leaving hers.

She nodded frantically, "Ye... Yes. Yes. I'm sorry," She said almost in a whisper.

"Good"

For the rest of the morning, June avoided me like a plague, and I'd never been so thankful for anything.

I was in a hurry to head out to the office and leave her tedious presence at home. She insisted she had nothing to do in her office today and planned on staying at home all day.

I couldn't care less. She should do whatever the fuck she wanted, as long as she didn't interfere with my life.

I pushed Kasmine's door open as usual, and I found her already dressed for the day. Perfect.

I had thought I'd meet a little resistance from her after last night. She did that a lot. So, seeing her all dressed up

in that little black gown that clung to her curves like a second skin, the deep V-cut slicing down her back, exposing the flawless stretch of sun-kissed skin I ached to mark, made my mouth water and my throat bobbed as I swallowed the desire rising within me.

The hem stopped decently at her knees, yet it was teasing as fuck.

I hadn't fucked her yet, but I certainly will inevitably, irrevocably, and soon. Before waiting becomes the greater

sin

I wanted to give her more time to accept me wholeheartedly, but my restraint was fraying, unraveling strand by agonizing strand, especially with the way she seemed to bloom more every day. Her body had softened in all the right places, her curves ripening under my watchful eye. Anil that skin-pods, that skin-glowed like warm honey under the morning light, begging to be touched, tasted, owned.

I closed the door behind me. She turned, setting down the perfume bottle she had been holding, and met my gaze. Confidence flickered in her green eyes of hers... More like one who had made peace with whatever I had to offer... Acceptance. Now, we are getting somewhere.

She held my gaze, and I found it sexy.

Heat rolled through me, molten and demanding, as I stalked toward her. My eyes, dark with lust and need, drank her in, savoring every dip and swell of her body. My hunger for her was no longer a slow burn-it was an inferno, consuming and absolute.

I closed the distance between us and saw the flicker of hesitation in the way her lashes fluttered, and her fingers twitched at her sides. She was nervous. Good. But she was still trying to stand her ground, still trying to keep her chin lifted. Brave little thing.

She knew I fed on fear, and she was trying to starve me. But it would take her quite a long time to overcome the slight anxiety that comes with my presence.

I liked that about her. I liked that she wasn't outright resistant-because her resistance needed to be crushed- but she had this quiet, simmering strength beneath her recent attempt at compliance, and fuck, it made me want to test just how much she could take.

I stopped a breath away from her, so close I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. My gaze swept over her slowly, drinking in the way the black fabric molded to every tempting curve.

"You look ravishing," I murmured, my voice thick with dark possessiveness.

I saw her throat bob as she swallowed, her fingers clenching into small fists at her sides.

My lips curved. "I might be tempted to pull you into the restroom later at the office," I continued, my tone deceptively casual, as if I weren't already picturing exactly how I'd do it. "Press you against the sink, slide that dress up over your hips, and-"

Shes

sucked in a sharp breath, and I knew she was imagining it too.

"Kester..." She whispered and slowly bit her bottom lip.

I reached for her, my hands settling on her waist. Her body tensed beneath my touch, and that only made me grip her tighter as I slowly pulled her into me.

Her scent hit me like a drug-something heady and addictive, something that made my blood thrum with need. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, letting it consume me.

Fuck

"You smell... divine,” I breathed, letting my lips brush just barely against her skin.

I felt her shudder against me, her fingers twitching as if she wasn't sure whether

to push me away or pull me closer.

I chose for her.

I took her hands in mine and guided them toward my shoulders, "There... Hold

me," I breathe in a whisper.

My hands roamed over her, slow and unhurried, tracing the lip of her back, the swell of her hips. I let my fingers rake over the fabric, knowing she could feel the heat of my touch through it.

"I could smell your arousal the moment I walked in," I whispered against her ear, my voice dropping into something dangerously low. "Why, Mine? Didn't get a release when you touched yourself yesterday?" I asked and with the way her heart picked up speed, I already got my answer.

And, fuck, it turned me on even more. I felt like tying her securely to this bed and fucking her into oblivion, giving her the release she desperately sorts for.

"I might be tempted to make you mine soon," I continued, my lips brushing the shell of her ear now, my teeth grazing it lightly. She flinched, letting out a small whimper and it made me grin. A delicious little reaction.

I pulled back just enough to study her face. Her cheels were flushed, her lips slightly parted, eyes closed as if imagining all I was saying to her, and her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths.noveldrama

I smirked, brushing my thumb over her cheek and letting my voice soften. "I never knew you were a virgin."

She stiffened slightly, her lashes lowering just enough to hide the way her eyes flickered with embarrassment.

I tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at me, "Do you know what that means?"

Her lips parted, but she didn't respond.

"It means I will be the one to take it," I continued, my grip tightening just slightly on

her chin. "And if you ever give it to another man, I will kill him."

Her breath hitched.

Her pupils dilated just enough for me to notice.

Fascinating.

"Kester. No. You can't possibly rake..." She pressed against my chest, trying to protest, but I didn't give her the luxury of time for any protests.

1 crushed my lips against hers, savoring the way she gasped against my mouth.

I took full advantage, slipping my hand into her hair and gripping the back of her neck, tilting her head to just the right angle as I parted her lips with mine. A groan rumbled from my chest the moment my tongue slid against hers, tasting her, teasing her, drawing her further into my control.

My free hand splayed against her back, pressing her flush against me, forcing her to feel how much I wanted her.

She whimpered.

Fuck.

The sound was intoxicating.

My other hand gently traced the hem of her gown, lifting it up ever so slowly that I

felt her moan at the impact of my hand on her bare skin.

She kissed me back hungrily like a starved woman who was trying so hard to pass a message. I angled my head and pressed deeper, passing on my own message of understanding. I knew exactly what she wanted - a release.

I could give her that without having to disvirgin her just yet My cock was the only thing that was going to break her hymen. Not my fingers.

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I pushed her gown up to her waist, exposing the black thong she had on. Fucking

hell. Was she trying to kill me? This was way too sexy.

But why would she even wear something this sexy to the office? I'll address that

later.

My fingers found her center, and the flimsy thong was already soaked with the juices seeping out of her tight hole, "Fuck, Mine. Did I make you this wet?" I whispered into this kiss, and she whimpered in response, her fingers curled into my shirt, pushing herself harder into me. She was desperate as she was now in control of the kiss I Initiated.

I used my fingers to spread the wetness over her clit, letting out a shuddering breath at how her clit hardened at the contact.

My teeth scraped against her lower lip before I sucked it into my mouth, tugging lightly before diving back in. She shuddered a delicious tremor that sent a sharp

thrill through me.

She was melting.

Bit by bit.

I wanted more.

Not interesting at all