All Chapters of Mated To My Step-brother And His Best friend: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

⚠ Trigger Warning ⚠This chapter contains non-consensual content that may be disturbing for some readers. If this is a trigger for you, please skip ahead to the next chapter. You won't miss any critical plot details — just the reveal that unfolds here.***KYRIE."Saint. He… he asked me to stay away from you. He says…" She swallowed, eyes darting everywhere but mine. "He says you're not a good person. That's all he said. I promise. I promise."I went still. Let the silence stretch until she squirmed.Then I tilted my head, studying her face like a puzzle. "Hm. Is that so?""Yes. Yes, Kyrie…" she breathed, biting her lip.And that tiny tell gave her away.I smirked. I didn't need her words. Her body screamed the truth louder than her mouth ever could.Her lashes were heavy with tears, her face streaked wet. She kept looking anywhere but at me."Please…" she whispered, shivering.And that was it. My control snapped like a brittle fucking matchstick."Fuck it." I said and cupped the side

KYRIE.Fucking asshole.I thought he was my brother. My friend. My confidant. But I was a fucking fool.SAINT ROLLINS never changes. He’ll remain the selfish bastard he’s always been.And now it clicks. He wasn’t hunting Eve to kill her. He was hunting her to own her.And he even had the guts to start his sick circle with her... His ritual of ownership. It's not something he gives to every woman he touches. No. He saves that for the women he wants to brand. Women he wants to cage.They are a set sequence of acts that, once completed, mean the woman is his.And he already started it with her.Fuck.The Break... The first fuck. It's usually brutal and merciless, designed to make her body remember him in ways she’ll never erase.Jesus.The Blade… First blood. It doesn’t matter how small. Doesn’t matter where. As long as she bleeds for him.The Control… His favorite... Survival in his hands. Choke her. Bind her. Cut off her breath, her vision — just to hand it back so she knows survival c

EVE.I winced when I tried to sit up. My head spun, the room tilting until I had to grip the sheets. But the second everything from last night came crashing back — the drug, the chains, and how the guards hadn't allowed me to leave the house — panic shoved me upright. I pushed my luck harder, sitting up, when I saw him sitting on a chair beside the bed, staring intently at me."Oh, my God," I flinched, my heart running wildly.My breath stilled.Kyrie.He sat with his elbows resting on his thighs while his fingers laced together, looking at me without even blinking.And God, he was covered in blood. His shirt was soaked through, smeared like he'd been dipped in it. His hair was messy, sticking out in jagged tufts. Although there were no cuts on his body because he must have obviously healed, something bad had happened.I stumbled toward him, my throat dry. "Kyrie?" My voice cracked. "What… what happened to you?" I stood, skeptical of even touching him.He was quiet for a moment before

EVE.I couldn't tell for how long I'd been here, but it felt like... What... Two days? Three? The hours bled together.Kyrie hadn’t let me step outside the bedroom. Even the bathroom was in the bedroom. Going to use the bathroom felt like a privilege I had to earn. Once, I’d tried to test the handle on the door when he was gone, and when he came back, he locked the bedroom instead. Now it felt like stepping out of his sight was a crime.I sat on his bed, hugging my knees to my chest, staring at nothing. I felt trapped and imprisoned.And him?He sat on a stool opposite me, elbows on his thighs, hands hanging loose between his knees, just staring. Always staring. He almost hadn’t looked away since he’d returned with blood all over him. And the way his eyes burned into me? Creepy didn’t even cover it.I hated Saint for what he’d done, for the leash he’d put around my life. But in this moment, I hated Kyrie more. At least with Saint, I knew what he was. With Kyrie, I didn’t know if I was

EVE.I woke up to strong arms cradling me and breath scalding the nape of my neck. The only thing is, he was burning up really bad.I quickly turned to face Kyrie, and I saw him wide awake. Staring at me, as usual.I sat up, curious, “You’re burning up,” I muttered. His skin was too hot. Sweat slicked his hairline.He smiled casually and closed a hand around my wrist. “I’ll be fine. Just a little fever.”I touched his forehead anyway, and it was extremely hot. “No. You’re not. I’ll get you something.” I tried to sit up.His arm tightened. “No, Eve. Stay.” He rolled me back into him, fit my spine to his chest, and locked me there. “I just need you close.”His breath dragged over my shoulder, so hot and uneven. My heart kicked.The room was still dark. Curtains still sealed. Still no clock on the wall. My stomach dipped. I couldn't tell how long I'd been locked up in his room. And it bothered me.His room wasn't this dark the first time he brought me in. It seemed it got ten shades dark