“Was that why you did what you did tonight?” he asked coldly. “You enjoyed playing the game with Jaden just to get a rise out of me?”
“I did it for myself,” I spat. “Because I’m tired of watching you live your fake little love story while I choke on everything I never got to say.”
“Bullshit.”
“Believe what you want.”
He took one more step. Too close now. His breath grazed my cheek again.
“I see right through you, Kasmine,” he was quiet for a moment before he continued, “You’re dying to get the taste of Jaden’s cock now, aren’t you?”
My hand moved before I could stop it.
Crack
His head turned with the force of my slap. The sting burned in my palm, but the ache in my chest hurt more.
“How dare you say that about me?” I whimpered, letting the tears fall freely.
For a second, he didn’t move. His jaw clenched. His hand lifted to his face, rubbing the spot, but there was no remorse on his face. No shame. No apology. In fact, his smile only grew wider. The anger in him twisted like a rabid dog ready to pounce.
“Kasmine…” His voice sounded like a growl rumbling from deep in his chest. “You have no idea what you just did.”
Before I could blink, he was in front of me, his body pressing into mine, his lips crashing onto mine with such force that I gasped… It was hard and punishing. His mouth was a frenzy against mine like a desperate, violent need. He kissed me like he was trying to claim me, to swallow me whole, and to make me feel everything he had bottled up inside.
I tried to pull away. I sincerely wanted to. But it was impossible. The kiss was overwhelming, torturing me in a different way now. The rage, the hunger, the control-it all wrapped around me in a way that was even more intense than before.
His hand gripped my waist, pulling me closer, pushing his body against mine, as if he was trying to force himself inside me, to bury himself so deep there would be no escape.
His other hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back. Mine gripped his shirt like I needed it to survive.
He kissed me like a man who’d been living in drought and finally found water.
And I-
I kissed him back.
Because the truth was, I’d been drowning too, and he was the only one who ever knew how to burn and breathe in the same breath.
And somewhere between that kiss, the madness in his eyes, and the heat of his touch, I realized something-he wasn’t letting me go.
Not now. Not ever.
KASMINE.
I knew we were both angry, volatile, simmering with tension that had been building for far too long-but it was different with Kester.
I felt it when we were both caught in the moment last night, letting off all the steam that had been brewing between us for days now.
I absentmindedly stirred the hot cup of coffee that had gone lukewarm, my mind drifting to what happened last night. My thighs still ached faintly from how rough it had been.
Yes. I know. Call me selfish. Call me a monster. Because I let my big brother fuck me while his fianc? was sleeping alone in his room, wrapped in her pretty little lies and future wedding plans.
But I needed that. I craved it. I didn’t care about right or wrong. June had the rest of her life to play happy bride with him. I only had two days left before everything changed, before I’d be stripped from his life and forced to play someone else’s puppet.
So, yeah. I let him have me. And I took every second of it like a dying woman clinging to her last breath.
Kester had fucked me like he had something to prove and so much to say but decided to let his cock do the talking… Like every thrust, every hold of his hands on my hips, every moan he made, every touch, was him trying to say all the things he refused to voice. He didn’t speak much-but his body screamed for him. Rage. Guilt. Desperation. Possession.
He was… unhinged.
It was like watching someone unravel in real time. His eyes were too wild, too dark, too full. He was everywhere- inside me, around me, over me. He held me like he was trying to brand me into memory, almost like he knew this would be the last time and wanted to carve himself into my skin.
He was… Emotional?
No.
Emotional was far too soft a word. What I saw in Kester last night was something else entirely. Something raw and feral.
He touched me like he hated himself for it. He kissed me like he wanted to tear me apart. He came undone inside me like he was falling through the very edge of sanity, and I went right down with him.
And for one terrifying moment, as his teeth grazed my collarbone and he gripped my wrist like he didn’t trust himself to let go, I was almost afraid of him.
I shouldn’t be thinking about it.
But it kept playing in my head like a broken loop, refusing to fade no matter how many sips of coffee I took.
His eyes. His eyes…
When Kester pinned me to the mattress, trembling like he was caught between a sob and a scream-I saw something I’d never seen in him before..
Last night, he unraveled.
And I watched it happen.
The way his voice broke when he moaned into my mouth. The way his hands trembled while his fingers tightened around my hips until I whimpered and scratched his back just to get him to loosen his grip… That wasn’t lust. That wasn’t even love.
That was a man unraveling.
He wasn’t in control.
Not of his thoughts, his breath, or even of the way his thrusts grew faster and harder-like he was trying to fuck something out of himself.
He didn’t even try to be quiet. He didn’t care if June or anyone else heard him moaning my name like it was the last thing keeping him sane Good thing the rooms were soundproof. Otherwise, the whole house would have been in on our secret already.
And for a second, I wondered if I should’ve stopped it and If I should’ve pulled away when I saw the glassiness in his eyes, the barely-holding-it-together panic buried beneath every single kiss he dragged from me.
But I couldn’t.
Because when his forehead dropped against mine and he looked at me, I saw that he was just a broken boy pretending to be whole. A man who had learned how to wear calmness like a designer suit-until it didn’t fit anymore.
He looked at me like I was the last tether keeping him from falling headfirst into something he might not come back from. And then-God-he broke. Mid-thrust, mid-moan, mid-all of it. He just… broke.
He looked scared. Shaky. Completely undone.
“I can’t lose you, Mine… I can’t-I’ll lose my fucking mind.
I didn’t respond at first. I just cupped his face, thumbing the sweat and a teardrop from his cheeks.
His lips brushed mine again, “You’re not leaving. Promise me. Promise you’re not fucking leaving me.”
It wasn’t a demand.
It was a cry for help.
And I-I didn’t know what else to do. “Kester…” I whispered, not even sure what part of him I was talking to. The man. The boy. The shattered soul who kept pretending he was okay.
“Promise me,” he growled, shaking his head like he couldn’t hear anything but the blood rushing through his ears. His voice cracked at the edges, too rough and too broken. “Please, Mine… You’ve never said you love me. I don’t care. Don’t even say it. But please, don’t fucking leave You don’t leave family, Kasmine. You don’t leave me.”
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