Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

KASMINE.I stepped in slowly as if testing the air. My mind was spinning, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.I looked around to make sure this was my room and that I hadn't mistakenly walked into a different room. Or perhaps, a different world.Or... Had my jealousy finally killed me, and I had found myself in the world beyond?But the warmth in the room—it felt so real. Too real.The first thing that struck me was how... different everything was. The sparse decor I was used to had disappeared, replaced by vibrant colors and soft lighting. Beautiful flowers—lilies and roses, their petals a soft blush pink and white—were scattered around the room.The bed—my bed—looked different too. Silk sheets, the color of deep sapphire, were neatly arranged, the pillows fluffed, inviting. Everything felt warmer, richer, and more… intentional.A large flat-screen TV hung against the wall. "What the hell?" I whispered, stepping deeper into my room as my curious gaze swept over the space, taki

KESTER.June didn't hesitate.Not even for a second.The moment the words left my mouth, she dropped to her knees like a well-trained pet, eyes wide, eager, desperate to please. She looked like a pretty little whore, ready to worship my cock.Pitiful."Good girl," I murmured, dragging my fingers along the side of her face, watching as she leaned into my touch like she thought it meant something.It didn't.She had no fucking clue that she was nothing more than a pawn in my game. That the only reason she was even here, on her knees, was because someone else wasn't."Now, take it," I urged her as she hesitated at the sight of my cock, which wasn't even fully erect yet.She'd never had the opportunity to see me naked, and she probably never will after tonight.Her delicate palms wrapped around my cock while her thumb gently stroked its tip before bringing her tongue to join the show. She was trying to be sensual, trying to put on a show, but all I felt was boredom.Her tongue flicked ove

KESTER.Power was a fragile thing. Give someone a taste of it, and they'd start believing they had a right to wield it however they pleased.That was the mistake Sylvia had made.Kasmine was mine.Mine to scold. Mine to break. Mine to put back together again. No one—no fucking one—had the right to lay a hand on her. Not in punishment. Not in humiliation. Not in any damn way.When Claire came strutting into my office, wearing that self-satisfied smirk she always did when she thought she had something I'd want to hear, I almost dismissed her. Almost.I barely heard most of what she said beyond 'Sylvia and Kasmine and humiliation in front of everyone.'And just like that, the room around me ceased to exist.A slow, cold rage settled inside me, and for the first time ever, I felt like pulling the annoying bitch into a warm hug for letting me know all that had been going on between Sylvia and Kasmine for a while now.Kasmine would never have told me about it. I knew her that much. She alwa

KASMINE.The scent of garlic and butter filled my nostrils, the soft hum of a movie filling the quiet room as I twirled a forkful of spaghetti around my fingers. The fairy lights above us cast a golden glow over Jake's face, highlighting the quiet adoration in his eyes every time he looked at me. And he looked at me a lot. Like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.I tried to focus on the movie. Some sappy romance Claire had gushed about weeks ago, where the leads were caught in an angsty, slow-burn love that made my chest feel tight.I shouldn't have agreed to this movie.Because all it did was remind me of another setting. Another room. Another man.Kester.I had been curled up on the couch in his living room, flipping through movie options, when he had grabbed the remote from my hand and chosen a film I never would've expected him to watch. A romance.We had watched in an uncomfortable silence until that cursed scene where the male lead pressed the heroine against the bed

KESTER.I had lost my mind completely. The first moment I saw her...I should've left. Turned away. But my feet wouldn't move. I couldn't. I was paralyzed by the sight of her—her mouth, so fucking eager, swallowing him whole like it was nothing.She was, giving herself to that fucking asshole; her eyes closed, totally lost in it. And I just stood there, watching. Helpless. So fucking helpless.My heart slammed against my ribs, but it wasn't anger that hit me first. It was hurt. A raw, gut-wrenching pain, something that ripped through me, shattering whatever fucking control I thought I had left.I could feel the anger rising, boiling under my skin, the sickening burn of jealousy twisting my insides into knots.I wanted to break something. Anything. But most of all, I wanted to break her—to make her see that she couldn't do this. Not with him. Not with anyone.Seeing her frozen in place as she saw me only fueled my anger. I didn't want to hurt her... I didn't want to... I had to keep my