All Chapters of Mated To My Step-brother And His Best friend: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

KYRIE.I rolled out of bed, and thankfully, Jessa was still sound asleep.I grabbed my keys off the nightstand and slipped out of the house like it was a goddamn crime scene. My hands were shaking so bad I nearly dropped the keys twice. My entire body was trembling.While I couldn't stop thinking about why the hell I would dream of Saint and me... tag-teaming his stepsister of all people, whom he had taken to be a responsibility no one assigned to him, I couldn't help but feel the fire in my balls. And the worst part? Some deranged part of me wished it were real.It wasn't even one of those vague, blurry dreams you forget the second you wake up. No. This one stuck. This was a fantasy. Filthy. Violent. Addictive.I don't dream often. And when I do? I wake up, roll my eyes, and move on. But this one fucking clung. It left me with a hard-on and guilt in my chest like I had already committed the sin.My plan was simple: head to the office, patch things up with Saint Rollins — the emotiona

EVE.When I ran into Cole this afternoon, my heart almost blew a hole in my chest. For a split second, I thought he was Saint. My brain has been rewired to think that Saint is everywhere. That's what fear does. It gets under your skin until you can't tell the difference between madness and sanity.It's pathetic how quickly fear becomes a habit.Seeing Cole was like finding a life raft. The connection we made that first day in school turned out to be a blessing to me now, because he was the only thing keeping me afloat at the moment. I didn't give him a chance to start one of his meandering conversations; I grabbed his arm, muttered something that probably sounded like a bad excuse, and pulled him with me. We didn't stop walking until we were out of Saint's neighbourhood.And when I told him about my intention to run away, at first, he was scared of even getting involved in such a plan. I saw the way his mouth pressed into a thin line, like he was tasting the risk before swallowing it.

EVE.I was going to die of panic. My fingers clawed at his strong arm. I had a lot to say, but the words were pressed against my throat with his large palm."Please. Saint. I swear, I'm sorry. Don't do this..." my voice came out strangled. My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard it hurt, but he was only looking me dead in the eyes."Take the damn phone to her. Isn't she your wife? You fuck with the lights off?" Saint said without a flicker of emotion in those dead eyes."Language," Alpha Rollins muttered on the other end, but Saint didn't give a damn.Who talks to their parents like that?"I'll do anything. Anything you want," I sold my soul to the devil before I even realised it, "I'll stay. I won't run away ever again. Please."My heart was drumming in several melodies that all depicted terror and panic. My hands shook against him, and the more I tried to still them, the worse it got.Saint held the phone to his ear and smirked."Hello," I heard my mum's voice on the phone, an

SAINT.She thrashed beneath me, her muffled cries breaking against my palm as I slammed her wrists above her head and pinned her down with my weight. Her sobs vibrated against my skin, wet and useless.She could choke on her tears for all I care. If I moved my hand, she'd spit out her rehearsed little sermon of, "This is wrong. I'm your sister now."Cute. As if I hadn't watched her seduce me like a whore in heat for God-knows-how-long, touching herself and pretending it wasn't meant for me. Good actress. Too bad I don't buy lies."You thought you'd get away with touching yourself?" I said, leaning in until my mouth brushed her ear. I dragged my cock hard against her soaked slit, slow enough to make her feel every inch of my control. "Listen carefully. You no longer cum unless it's with me inside you. From now on, you breathe when I tell you to. You fuck when I tell you to. And you scream only when I want to hear it."I tilted my head, a smirk pulling at the corner of my mouth as I sta

EVE.It felt like I had been run over by a truck. My eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, and my skull pulsed like something was splitting through it.The sun filtered into the room, and I immediately forced my eyes open, trying to jolt into a sitting position when the headache pulsed harder in my temple, and I winced."You do that a lot? Jerk out of bed like a rookie?"The voice shattered whatever fragment of sleep and drowsiness I was feeling the moment I realised who it was.Shame instantly flooded me, as well as memories from last night, so fast I almost gagged on it. And by the time I looked around, I saw Alpha Saint, lying naked, with his right hand outstretched on the bed. That was when I realised I had slept on his arm the whole time.I swear I didn't recall anything else after we both climaxed. I never remembered closing my eyes with him beside me. It felt like I had zoned out or something; otherwise, I would have remembered how we ended up sleeping... Together... On the bed...