And just as if the universe had heard my unspoken desires, here she was
Lying on her bed with her face tilted toward the celling, clay in the same nightle that had spelled trouble for her last night, she looked like temptation personified.
Fuck. She was edible-a meal I’d devour without hesitation or remorse.
The moment she heard me barge in on her, she scrambled to her feet, her wide eyes locking onto me. There it was -those deliciously conflicted expressions that I’d kill to see on her every single day. Her innocence, her unease, her beauty… it was all too much. She looked like something plucked straight out of a forbidden fairytale, and gods, I wanted to play the villain.
“Kester… what do you want?” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Her gaze darted everywhere but to me, her hands clutching the hem of her nightie, unsure of how to act seeing me for the first time after our forbidden. escapade last night.
I closed the door behind me, and slowly, I strolled into the room, letting my eyes rake over her trembling form. She was a vision of vulnerability, and it only fueled the hunger clawing at my insides. My cock pressed insistently against the confines of my pants, demanding attention. Not now. Not yet.
As I drew closer, she instinctively tried to retreat, but her rubvements were halted when her heels bumped against the edge of the bed. Trapped.
“Stop, Mine,” I almost whispered, “I am not a monster. You don’t have to be scared of me.”
Her breaths came faster, her chest rising and falling beneath the thin material of her nightie. She looked like a bird caught in a storm-frightened, desperate, but unable to flee.
I reached out and tilted her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. Gods, her eyes-those green depths I could drown in. They were so full of conflict, longing, and denial, and it only made me want her more.
“Last night was the best night of my life, Kasmine. I don’t regret it. And I don’t want you to,” I said softly, and she swallowed.
“Kester…” Her voice sounded like music to my ears, “But it’s wrong. I don’t want us to ever do it again, please,” Her voice cracked as she begged, and I saw the tears pooling in her eyes, threatening to spill.
I leaned in closer, my hand still holding her chin, my thumb brushing the soft skin beneath her lips. “But you don’t get to decide that, Mine,” I murmured, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Can’t you see?”
Bringing my face closer, so close our breaths mingled, and my lips hovered just above hers. Her gaze dropped briefly to my mouth, and I saw the way her body betrayed her.
I saw the conflict in her eyes. The war between what was right and wrong.
“You’re shaking,” I whispered, my lips now brushing hers faintly, teasingly. “But you’re not pushing me away, are you?”
“The Way you tremble when I touch you,” I continued, my voice laced with hunger. “It drives me insane, Mine. Don’t deny me this. Don’t deny us.”
My left hand circled her waist, and the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers burned through me like a drug 1 couldn’t resist.
“I’m going to kiss you, Mine,” I murmured, “And you’re going to kiss me back.”
Her Eps parted, but no words came, only a shaky exhale that stirred something primal in me. Her eyes darted to my mouth again, betraying her thoughts. She wanted this as much as I did, no matter what her mind tried to convince her.
The distance between us vanished as I tilted her chin higher, my lips brushing hers in the lightest, most maddening touch. Her breath hitched, her hands twitching at her sides as though she couldn’t decide whether to push me away or pull me closer.
“Stop fighting it,” I whispered against her lips. “Stop fighting me.”
Then I kissed her…
Slowly.
Intentionally.
The moment our mouths met, a low, guttural groan escaped me. Her lips were soft and trembling against Mine, but I didn’t rush her. I kept it slow, drawing her into the kiss, coaxing her to let go of the barriers she so desperately tried to hold onto.
For a moment, she froze, her body stiff, her hands gripping the edge of her nightie tightly. But I kept up with the slow caress against her lips, knowing she’d give in. And there, in that moment, I felt it.
Her lips softened beneath mine, her body relaxing just enough for her to lean into me. It was hesitant at first, a shy response to the hunger I was pouring into her. But when her lips parted ever so slightly, and her soft, breathy moan slipped out, I knew she was mine to take.
Her hands moved, shaking, as they found their way to my chest, resting there lightly as if testing the waters. That light touch only spurred me on. I deepened the kiss, sliding my hand from her chin to cradle her cheek, my thumb brushing her skin in soothing circles.
She tasted like everything forbidden-sweet, sinful, and utterly addictive.
Her soft moans grew louder as I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me. Her body melted into mine, her small frame fitting perfectly against my larger one.
“Kasmine,” I murmured against her lips, “Say it, Mine,” urged softly, breaking the kiss briefly. “Say you don’t regret last night. Say you don’t want me to stop.”
Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with unshed tears and something else-desire. “1…” Her voice cracked, and she swallowed hard, “Kester…”
I didn’t let her finish. I kissed her urgently again, cutting off whatever excuse she was about to give.
If I let this go on, I’d only end up spending the whole day kissing and probably fucking her. I pulled off reluctantly, my forehead resting against hers while I cupped her chin in my palms.
“I know what you were trying to do… But you can’t escape going to the office this morning,” I said, creating a small distance between us as I adjusted my suit and tie, “Be ready in ten minutes. I’ll be waiting downstairs.”
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KASMINE.
I wiped the tear away as I tied my hair in a loose bun, but it didn’t stop the flood of emotions swirling inside me. Guilt. Shame. And something much more dangerous. Desire… I hated myself for allowing my brother to do what he did to me.
Last night was a mistake… It should have been a mistake-something I regretted so deeply that the very thought of it should make my stomach churn.
But after this morning? I swear, I was conflicted. Here I was alone in my room, unable to stop replaying every detail.
The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, isn’t it? The one thing you’re not supposed to have, the thing that could ruin everything somehow, it becomes all you can think about.
He was devastatingly beautiful in a way that felt almost unfair. You wouldn’t blame a lady for falling for him… But me? I had no right to have felt the way I felt.
Jake was just a guy… He never really liked the gym, even though he promised to begin gymming soon because of me. He was a little too lean, with just the right amount of flesh covering his bones. But I still loved him that way. Love went beyond mere looks. He was generally a great guy and I appreciated that.
But, Kester… He was built to perfection.
It all began the day Claire pointed out how great his body was. I couldn’t stop studying every line of his body whenever he was bare-chested around me and wishing Jake had the same features sometimes. But I swear, nothing ever prepared me for this self-betrayal.
I closed my eyes, the memory of him from last night flooding back unbidden. My chest tightened as I remembered the feel of his lips on mine.
The hard planes of his chest pressed against me, the way his hands gripped me like I was the only thing grounding him to the earth. He’d always been strong, but last night, I truly felt it-the restrained power and control.
The way he fucked my mouth – even though I couldn’t take in his whole length.
And this morning, I hated myself for how I melted under his touch, for the way his kisses made my knees weak. He kissed like a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and it terrified me how much I wanted to give in.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill of reality. This was wrong. It had to be. But no matter how much I told myself that, it didn’t change the truth
“Good morning, Mum,” I mumbled, hoping she wouldn’t read too deeply into my tone. She was already glaring: daggers at me, and I wasn’t in the mood for her usual lessons on propriety or whatever moral thought I lacked. compass she
“Kasmine. What have you…” she began, but I walked past her, totally ignoring Kester, who had been waiting for me at the dining table with her.
“Have a nice day, too, Mum,” I interrupted her and walked out the door.
We drove in awkward silence, and I never made the mistake of glancing his way. He tapped away on his phone, his Jaw tight with that quiet, simmering anger he carried so well, but I didn’t care. Kester was constantly angry. It was not new.
Kester wasn’t human. He couldn’t be. How else could he act like last night was normal, like it hadn’t shaken me to en my core? I didn’t even know how to look at him anymore.
By the time we arrived at the office, my nerves were frayed, but I plastered on a polite smile for everyone who greeted me.
This was the most awkward day I’ve had in a long time..
We sat in the cafeteria for lunch, and I was totally lost in my own head as Claire went on and on about how she dealt with the flu, which had kept her away from the office for some days now.
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