Semua Bab Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother: Bab 171 - Bab 180

KASMINE.The bathtub was filled with hot water, roses, and fragrances that smelled like the start of a sin. Jasmine, vanilla, the faintest trace of musk. It clung to my skin, soaked into my hair, and curled into my lungs.I was cradled between his thighs, my back resting flush against his chest. I could hear the frantic beating of his heart, like he was about to do something forbidden.His palm glided across my shoulder, slick with lather from the shower gel. He was taking his time, dragging his hand along the slope of my neck, down my collarbone, across the curve of my breast like he was memorizing me all over again.It felt like he was worshipping. Like he'd sinned, and this was his penance—serving me with patience he barely had.I had noticed earlier today that he had my exact hair products in his bathroom but I hadn't even had the time yet to process it or to wonder why.But I was done processing things for now. I deserved a little rest.My eyes fluttered closed, and I let myself

KESTER.I clenched my fists against the bindings.I could break them easily.But I didn't.Because then her mouth was on me.Fuck.Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, warm and wet and slow—too fucking slow—and I groaned, my head falling back against the chair as she slid down just enough to make me want more, then pulled back.She was... Teasing. Tempting. Torturing.Her tongue flicked over the slit, then circled the head again, and I hissed.She looked up through her lashes, her eyes gleaming, while her lips were slick and parted. Then she took me deeper, her hands stroking my thighs as she worked me in a slow rhythm.I tried to thrust up, but the bindings held me firm."Kasmine," I growled.She pulled back with a wet sound."You didn't let me cum when I begged," she said softly. "Now it's your turn to beg."She devoured me with a need that made my breath stutter in my chest. Her mouth was hot, wet, and punishing, with a perfect rhythm of suction, swirl, and pressure.Her to

KESTER.I pulled back a little more, hands still on her waist. "What were you doing with them?"She tilted her head. "Them?""The guards."Her mouth opened, then curved into a smile again. "Oh! The food. I was giving them the packs you bought last night."My brow furrowed. "Why?""Because there's no way I could eat all of that on my own. Not even in two days. It would go bad and be a waste."My jaw clenched slightly. I looked down at her like she had just spoken a foreign language. "I bought it for you, Kasmine. Only you.""And I appreciate that. Really." She placed a hand over my chest. "But I don't need that much, Kester. It's okay to share when you have plenty."I stared at her, completely still.She gave a small laugh, eyes shining with something that looked dangerously close to affection. "You look like I just told you the moon was square."I was still stuck on the word 'share.' That shit had never sat well with me. Never had a reason to even think about it."I don't like sharing

KESTER."Dad!" I yelled out of shock with my eyes wide open when I saw my father storming into the room.His eyes weren't just angry—they were wild. His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white, and his whole body shook like something was about to explode from inside him."Oh no," I breathed. Not again. Please, not again."Go to school, Kester. You're running late," my dad said to me, but his eyes were burning into my mum's face, and his whole body was shaking so much.I looked at Mum. She wasn't crying anymore. Now, she was standing, staring back at him with fire in her eyes. But I could tell—she was scared. She just didn't want to show it in front of me."Now!" Dad yelled at me, but maybe today should be the day I stood up for Mum."No," I said, barely above a whisper.Dad's head snapped toward me.I swallowed and took a step forward. My knees were shaking, but I kept my feet still. "No. I'm not leaving."I moved in front of Mum. I was so small compared to him, but I spr

KASMINE.It was a strange, dizzying feeling—like standing between sunlight and shadow. Elation laced with sadness.For the first time, I caught a glimpse of the life Kester might have wanted if things were different in his world. And it was a bit tempting.Watching him hand out the food exactly how I'd asked him to, did something to me. Something warm uncurled in the pit of my stomach, like morning light slipping through curtains. It shouldn't have meant so much. But it did. It really did.Because Kester doesn't do things like this.Not even if the Moon Goddess herself descended from the clouds and begged him.So, the fact that he did it for me spoke louder than any love confession ever could.Everyone has the ability to be human. It just depends on who is asking.But, God, it was exhausting trying to figure out what I really felt for him... Was it love or pity?There's a terrifyingly thin line between the two. One misstep and you mistake tragedy for romance. I didn't want to wake up