“Something wrong?” I arched a brow, amusement curling my lips.
“Was this how well you treated June the other day you were with her all night? Hmm?” she snapped, her eyes. narrowing into slits that could cut through my very soul, and it was everything I could do not to laugh, “The day you spent the whole day at home with her?”
My chest tightened. So, my little game had gotten to her?
I felt a surge of satisfaction at her jealousy-it meant that despite her protests and self-denial, she still cared.
I scoffed, “What do you care, Mine?”
Her cheeks flushed, that beautiful blush that always made my pulse quicken. “I don’t care,” she shot back, her voice laced with irritation. “I’m just reminding myself not to feel special with this whole ‘special treatment’ you’re trying to pull together.” She turned fully to face me, water droplets clinging to her lashes like fragile crystals. “Because I know you don’t care about anyone, Kester.”
Her words hit me hard, but I brushed it off. I leaned in, letting my gaze burn into hers, my fingers still buried in her hair. “Don’t mistake my carelessness with others as indifference towards you,” I said in a dangerously low tone, “You are the exception, Kasmine. The only fucking one.”
She offed, but there was a quiver in her lip, a slight tremble in her breath. “You can’t just do this-pretend like I’m the only one when you keep proving otherwise. Besides this…? Us?” She gestured between us, “It is never meant to go beyond the walls of this bedroom.”
I stiffened, and my fingers, which were trailing down her neck, stopped midway, making her shiver despite the warm water. I hated to hear that, and she knows it. Why did she always have to shatter my heart with those words?
Why the fuck would she think we can never be?
I wrapped my fingers around her throat, just enough to keep her eyes locked on mine, which were burning with rage, “Do you think June could make me feel what you do? That she could consume my every thought? Every waking moment?” My voice was low and unsteady. “You own me, Kasmine. You’ve ruined me for anything or anyone else.”
She swallowed hard, the movement pressing against my palm, but I squeezed tighter. “Kester…”
“Stop doubting the lengths I will go for you,” I growled, my voice rough with the torment twisting inside me.” With you.
Her lips parted, but she hesitated, her eyes screaming things her mouth refused to say. Instead, she tore her gaze away, looking at the water swirling around us. “I will turn twenty-one in less than three months,” she murmured as if trying to convince herself. “I’ll get my mate, Kester. This-” she swallowed again”- this will end. You just have to enjoy it while it lasts. I will only belong to one man in the future, and that will be my fated mate.
A slow, eerie silence followed.
Then my heart shattered into a million pieces while I stared into her eyes.
My hands trembled, and agony slithered through me. A growl rumbled in my chest.
Why did she make me feel one thing this minute and say another the next?
The thought of having another man around her sent me spiraling into a darkness I had no escape from… I inhaled sharply, struggling to steady tinyself, but the agony was unbearable. My vision blurred at the edges, not with tears, but with pure, seething possession. “Mine…” I rasped, my volce almost unrecognizable, “Don’t ever say that again. Please.” I whispered.
I felt like finding the Moon Goddess and making sure to find out who Kasmine’s fated mate would be so I could kill him with my bare hands before they ever get the chance to meet. Because I’d kill him either way as soon as they meet, and it would hurt her more then.
And gods help me if it ever turns out to be Jake because I’d kin him alive.
“Why? The truth hurts?” She smiled bitterly, “This is why I can never love you, Kester. I will never let myself love you, no matter how tempting it is.”
It was like a knife driven into my chest, twisted, and left there to rot.
“Mine…” I called in a croaky voice, and this time, she clawed at my hand. Her face turned red as she was losing breath.
I didn’t realize I still held onto her throat. I had been too lost. Too wrecked. Too fucking broken by her words.
I let out a breathless, humorless chuckle, loosening my grip but not letting her go.
A tear slid down her eye… I saw the pain in her eyes. A pain that spoke of a longing that was out of her reach.
The pain in her eyes mirrored my own, but she was too damn stubborn to admit it. “You have to stop this, Kester,” she whispered, “You have to stop feeling this way about me.” More tears slipped down her cheek, and it hit me like a death sentence. 1 hate to see her cry.
Stop?
It was too late to stop.
I was past the point of salvation.
“I can’t,” I whispered, voice hoarse with a thousand unspoken emotions. “I won’t.”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly; her lips parted in disbelief.
“I don’t just want you, Kasmine,” I continued, my forehead pressing against hers while my voice broke. “I need you.” I cupped her face, my thumb tracing her cheek, her tears soaking into my skin. “This is beyond lust. Beyond desire. You’re in my blood, in my fucking soul. You belong to me.
I breathed her in, my obsession, my weakness, my ruin.
“Please… love me back,” I begged in a broken whisper. “Please.”
She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, and when she opened them again, it was like she had stitched herself back together. “Kester.” She exhaled my name, barely a whisper, and I searched her eyes, waiting for the words she would say like a sinner waiting for his death sentence.
“Yes, Mine?” I replied, urging her to speak.
“I want to be left alone.”
Pain ripped through my chest, searing, unbearable. that was all she had to say?
I scoffed. My grip on her face loosened, my hands dropping to my sides as if all the strength had drained from me. My lips parted, but no words came.
What was left to say?
She had already sentenced me to hell, but I wasn’t willing to stay there.
I turned to leave but halted by the door, looking at her from over my shoulder.
“I hope fate never touches you,” I whispered, my voice coming out like thick smoke, “Because the moment another man dares to touch you, the moment you let him lay a fucking hand on you…” I clenched my fist, watching the way she shivered.
“…I’ll rip him apart.
Her lips parted, shock flashing across her face.
“That’s a promise.”
KASMINE.
I stepped out of the bathroom, my bare feet sinking into the thick rug, but the warmth did nothing to chase away the cold sinking into my bones.
This was breaking me.
Piece by piece.
No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, to suppress it, to pretend that I wasn’t unraveling at the seams, it was destroying me.
I pressed a trembling, hand to my chest, my heart thudding too fast, too violently.
This couldn’t continue.
It shouldn’t have started in the first place.
But the more I told myself that, the more Kester’s voice replayed like a loop in my head, dark and possessive, with promises that made me tremble.
‘You can’t and won’t leave me.’
‘You are my obsession, Kasmine.’
‘After this, you will get addicted to me.’
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