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Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother
Chapter 154
“Kester! Elliot was…” She paused when she saw me sitting unbothered in front of the TV.
Her eyes flicked to the TV, then back to me.
“You knew.”
It was not a question.
I didn’t move. Instead, I set my laptop aside. “Knew what, Kasmine?”
Her voice trembled while her gaze burned into mine. “Elliot. He–he was on that plane, Kester. He was the one I was talking to when you walked in and dragged me with you. And
now he’s dead.” She left the door and took slow steps toward me as if she were walking
close to something she couldn’t bear to believe. She looked at me like I had done something no one else had ever done.
I let the silence settle between us while I let her sit in it.
Her breathing hitched, and I saw tears gathering in her beautiful green eyes.
Fuck. She was crying for another man.
Another. Fucking. Man.
What exactly do I do with this girl and her attachment to them? Why does she keep testing me?
“Tell me you didn’t have anything to do with this, Kester. Please.” She whispered, desperate for me to deny it. One tear slipped down her cheek. A single drop, but it felt like I was bleeding from the heart. I hated it when she cried. I wish I could kill that fucking Elliot ten more times for being the reason Mine cried.
I exhaled and stood up, casually walking to the closet to get something to wear. “You know who I am, Kasmine. Don’t ask me to lie to you.
“What?” She breathed out in a shaky whisper, covering her mouth to suppress the whimper that had already escaped her throat. ‘How could you? Why?” Her voice broke..
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“Because he touched what’s mine.” I paused and said over my shoulder. I already had enough I was handling. Women’s drama wasn’t one I’d like to add to my plate right now.
rationalize it, trying to
“He was just an innocent young man,” she choked out, trying to make me feel something I didn’t. “He was here on a business trip to meet-
“I don’t fucking care, Kasmine!” I snapped at her, turning to face her. “And if another man fucking touches you like that again, I’ll do more than kill him silently and let his body be found on a plane.”
I slowly a
approached her while she took desperate steps backward with her eyes still glued on me. I’ll cut off his hands and deliver them to you
in a bouquet while I’d serve his head.
on a platter for you.”
“Kester…”
“The lives of a lot of people are in your hands, baby. You’ll decide who lives and who dies. And you know how.” I added, my body ghosting over her small one, and she looked like I could break her just with the snap of my fingers. She was so fragile that it made my cock ache always.
“You’re a monster,” she whispered.
A slow smile stretched my lips at the compliment.
Finally, she understood.
“You’ve always known this since childhood, little sister. I’ve always been a monster for
you.” My fingers brushed the side of her face softly, but she flinched and pulled away.
I caught her chin before she could go too far, forcing her to look at me. “You wouldn’t want to do that, baby. Don’t ever pull away from me,” I said with a smile, but funny how I
meant every word I said.
Her scent calmed the raging storm that was threatening to swallow me whole moments ago. There was something about her–something only she had, something that settled in my blood like an addiction.
And that’s why I couldn’t imagine a life without her.
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Because without her-
There would be nothing left of me.
A knock on the front door broke the heavy silence between other with one question on
Who the fuck was that?
our minds…
us, and we both stared at each
“Are you expecting anyone? Kasmine asked after a pause, wiping her eyes.
“This is Maldives, Kasmine. I don’t have acquaintances, I replied, pulling away from her and putting on the shirt and shorts I had pulled out of the closet.
While I headed out of the room to see who it was at the door, I saw Kasmine going toward the closet, but I did not pay attention to her.
As I ascended the stairs, I heard her footsteps behind me, more hurried than mine, but I still didn’t pay attention to her. She was obviously also coming to see who was at the door. Or, so I thought, until I heard her walk into the kitchen instead.
When I reached the door, I pulled it open. The world tilted on its axis enough to remind me that gravity was still a bitch. But not so much of a bitch as the one standing right before me like a bad investment I had written off, burned, and buried, only to find the ashes sitting pretty on my doorstep.
June.
Fucking June.
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