Chapter 165
KASMINE.
“What do I do to keep you this happy, Kasmine?” Kester’s question was on constant replay in my head as we drove home.
We had spent the whole day at the beach, and we had gone to the convenience to fuck three
Which left my legs weak and my body aching in ways that were both delicious
and inconveniencing.
Now, exhaustion crept in, dragging my eyelids down.
June had made new friends, and she was totally oblivious to all that was happening
between me and Kester.
She was a bit materialistic, I must say. And a show–off, too. She displayed all that in full today with her new friends, wrapping her hands around Kester like he was a prize.
And even though jealousy wasn’t supposed to be part of my emotions tonight, the stupid feeling still tried to crawl its way where it wasn’t needed. But I did well to hide it.
June liked being the center of attention–the one with the best things, the best stories, the best man. And Kester? He wasn’t just a man. He was powerful, untouchable, and wanted. Having him would give her the status she craved, the ultimate bragging right over every girl who had ever dreamt of spending a single night in his bed.
Too bad he’d already spent the entire day fucking me..
Now she was out cold, her head lolling against the seat as her soft breaths filled the car. Who wouldn’t be exhausted after talking for hours about all the things my brother has
never and will never do for her?
I almost pitied her. Almost.
I had decided to be happy today. I pushed every worry aside and decided to enjoy my vacation. I couldn’t stay angry at him forever for so many things he’d done because of me They only taught me to be more careful around him. Until I find my mate and he marries
June.
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At least for now, I let myself enjoy him.
The car rolled to a stop in the parking lot, and I barely stirred, my limbs way too heavy and my mind too foggy with sleep.
“June. Get down.” He tapped on her thighs roughly, and she groaned, mumbling
something incoherent before sighing and settling back into the seat, completely dead to
the world.
“Come on, baby,” he said when he came to my side of the seat at the back of the car. His strong hands slid beneath my knees, another arm curling behind my neck.
I wasn’t awake enough to protest before I was lifted and cradled effortlessly against his
chest.
My head lolled against his shoulder, the scent of salt and him wrapping around me, pulling me further into sleep.
I can walk,” I murmured, slow and lazy. “Carry June instead,” I said drowsily, but he
ignored me.
‘She knows her way inside,” he said, and honestly? I was too tired to fight him.
The warmth of his body lingered long after he laid me down on my bed.
I barely registered the softness of the bed beneath me, only that I had been in his arms a moment ago, and now I wasn’t.
My eyes fluttered open just a fraction, catching a glimpse of him moving through the dim
room.
I heard a click. It was the door.
He locked it.
The knowledge barely stirred anything in me. I was too tired, too drained, my limbs refusing to cooperate. Sleep curled its fingers around my consciousness, pulling me under,
but then he came back.
The side of the bed beside me dipped, and I felt his presence. His fingers gently brushed
against my cheek.
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At least for now, I let myself enjoy him.
The car rolled to a stop in the parking lot, and I barely stirred, my limbs way too heavy
and my mind too foggy with sleep.
“June. Get down.” He tapped on her thighs roughly, and she groaned, mumbling
something incoherent before sighing and settling back into the seat, completely dead to
the world.
“Come on, baby,” he said when he came to my side of the seat at the back of the car. His strong hands slid beneath my knees, another arm curling behind my neck.
I wasn’t awake enough to protest before I was lifted and cradled effortlessly against his
chest.
My head lolled against his shoulder, the scent of salt and him wrapping around me, pulling me further into sleep.
“I can walk, I murmured, slow and lazy. “Carry June instead,” I said drowsily, but he ignored me.
“She knows her way inside,” he said, and honestly? I was too tired to fight him.
The warmth of his body lingered long after he laid me down on my bed.
I barely registered the softness of the bed beneath me, only that I had been in his arms a
moment ago, and now I wasn’t.
My eyes fluttered open just a fraction, catching a glimpse of him moving through the dim.
room.
I heard a click. It was the door.
He locked it.
The knowledge barely stirred anything in me. I was too tired, too drained, my limbs refusing to cooperate. Sleep curled its fingers around my consciousness, pulling me under,
but then he came back.
The side of the bed beside me dipped, and I felt his presence. His fingers gently brushed against my cheek.
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“Kester…” My voice was sluggish.
“Shh.”
His fingers drifted lower down my arm to the zipper at my back. I felt the slow tug, the fabric loosening around me, slipping down my shoulders.
“I can do it,” I murmured as I attempted to lift my arms, but he caught them effortlessly.
“Relax.” He commanded softly.
A soft shiver rippled through me as my gown slid away, pooling at my waist before he guided it down my legs and tossed it aside.
I should have felt vulnerable and bare with the thin scrap of lace between my thighs, but
the look in his eyes made me feel… safe?
It wasn’t hunger I saw in his eyes this time.
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