A wicked smile graced his beautiful face, and it took everything in me not to shatter.
His finger began to slide in and out of my wetness with a slow rhythm that was almost too unbearable. He turned and held my gaze, his eyes darkening as he took in my expression.
He pulled out his long, thick finger, leaving me empty and japping for more. Before my questioning gaze would snap in his direction, I felt him again inside me, plunging in two fingers with a slow, devastating stretch that had my thighs trembling and my body arching.
My walls clenched, welcoming him with more warmth and juices.
“Oh, Selene…. Kester..” I moaned, my eyes half-closed when he steadied himself, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper.
“Fuck
He breathed harshly, his eyes a dark cloud of dark lust. His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made my entire body pulse with pleasure.
He suddenly stilled, still buried deep with his gaze locked onto mine.
Dark.
Hungry… Intense.
Then, without warning-he moved again.
Long, deep strokes, dragging the pleasure through every nerve, forcing me to feel every inch of him. My body clenched around him, torn between surrender and restraint ny moans dissolving into desperate, breathless whimpers as my body struggled to contain the intensity of the pleasure it felt.
Then my gaze flicked across the office-toward mine.
And that’s when I saw him.
Jake
His eyes scanned the empty office, probably wondering where I was.
My entire body tensed, and Kester felt it instantly. His movements faltered-only for a moment-before he followed my gaze and spotted Jake.
A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips, “Lover boy’s back,” he murmured, voice like smoke curling against my skin. His next thrust was intentionally slow and deep. “Should we give him a show?”
The blood in my veins turned ice cold.
“No,” I breathed, barely a whisper, my pulse hammering in my ears. “Kester, don’t do anything-“
The words broke apart when Jake’s gaze finally met mine.
My breath hitched.
His brows knitted together in confusion. He could see something was off-the stiffness in my shoulders, the way my fingers gripped the desk. I tried to school my expression and steady my breath, but Kester wasn’t making it easy. Because how on earth do I control it when Kester’s thrusts became harder while his thumb kept administering torturous circles around my clit?
“Kester, please…” I begged when he pulled out briefly, knowing my orgasm was building up before sliding back in again
A sharp cry caught in my throat as he hit the spot so deep it stole the air from my lungs. His thumb pressed harder against my clit, circling, tormenting, dragging me closer to the edge.
Jake took a step forward.
I panicked.
I tried to keep my gaze on the desktop before me, trying to pretend Kester was just putting me through something… But Kester, he wasn’t even trying to pretend. He kept his eyes on me, savouring my every expression.
Jake’s eyes never left mine. He looked worried. I forced a small, nervous smile-anything to throw him off-but the second I did, Kester slammed into me with a force that sent a shudder rippling up my spine. A strangled moan escaped, barely muffled behind my teeth.
Jake’s frown deepened.
“Please, Kes…” I whispered, shifting, trying to ease away, but his grip on my wrist tightened.
“You don’t get to walk away from me. I’ve told you this before,” he murmured, voice thick, possessive, drowning in desire.
Just when I felt another wave of orgasm hit me, Kester pulled out of me, completely this time, and a sharp, aching gasp spilled from my lips, my entire body throbbing with frustration.
“What-why?” My voice was wrecked, ragged, dripping with unmet need.
Frustration leaked from every pore of my skin, and he seemed satisfied with it.
He leaned in, “Go.” His fingers brushed against my thigh, making me shudder. “I’ll meet you in the restroom so we can finish this…” He commanded, gesturing outside. “You’ve made me so hard, I can’t think straight anymore. Now, I just need to be inside you.”KASMINE
The moment I heard his voice, everything in me went still slowly turned my gaze to meet Kester’s blazing eyes and saw a smirk on his lips.
That smirk held an unhealthy intent. I didn’t like it.
My brows furrowed in confusion. Why wasn’t he panicking? Why wasn’t he worried about being caught?
As if in answer to my unspoken question, he slowly withdrew from me. Then, with a brutal, bone-jarring thrust, he slammed back in so deep, so hard, that I almost blacked out.
I bit back a whimper, but it was too late. I knew Jake had heard me.
“Kasmine, you’re there?” He called out, and I didn’t trust myself enough to speak. But I had to. He already heard me.
“Y… Yes…” I managed, but my decision to speak didn’t seem to please Kester. He pulled back again, teasing me with the withdrawal, before ramming into me once more, even harder than before. This time, I couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped.
I looked pleadingly at Kester but his eyes still held those dangerous intent that made me weak to my core. Please…” I mouthed, but he only smiled as he resumed his painfully slow thrusts, knowing I needed him to hit harder.
“Should I come in…? Are you okay?” Poor Jake asked and my stomach twisted with guilt. But Kester’s insanely deep thrusts pushed that guilt to the back of my mind, replaced by the overwhelming sensations he was evoking within me. He pulled back again, teasing me with the empty space, before slamming into me once more, the force of the impact making me gasp.
“No!” I cried out at the force of it, and thankfully, it came like a response to Jake’s question. “No, Jake. I’m fine. Just leave.”
“I saw you leave your brother’s office in a rush, and you seemed a little upset,” Jake began, sounding unsure, “Did he hurt you, Kasmine?” he asked, and I let a tear fall. I felt guilty.
Yes. My brother was hurting me, but in the most pleasurable way I’d ever imagined. How do I tell him this?
“No, Jake,” I swallowed, attempting but failing to keep my voice steady. Not when this hard cock kept thrusting into me with a ferocity I could hardly keep up with.
“Are you sure you are fine? You don’t sound okay,” He asked, and I heard him stepping closer.
“I am fine! Just leave!” I yelled at him as I felt my orgasm slowly building up. He shouldn’t be here when it hit me.
Please.
“Look, Mine…” He called and my heart stopped, and so did Kester’s thrusts. His eyes turned bloodshot red at the mention of that name. “I am sorry about the way I spoke to you earlier. I was hurt. I realized I was too harsh on you. I am sorry.”
Kester’s anger turned to fury, and he resumed fucking me like nothing happened, but this time, his thrusts became more urgent, more erratic as if he was in a hurry to finish up, so he could go take care of a problem – Jake.
“You’re hurting me, please,” I whispered into Kester’s ear the words barely audible, but he only gripped me tighter, his hands bruising my skin as he pulled me off the wall. He began to slam me down onto his cock, the rhythm and intensity so brutal, so painful, that I nearly blacked out.
I was completely at his mercy.
“Allow me to make it up to you, please,” Jake spoke again, reminding me that he was still there, “How about dinner at my place tomorrow?” He asked. Kester’s eyes lip with a chilling malice.
“Say yes,” Kester whispered, and I knew he had something evil already planned. “Do it!” he added harshly, his grip tightening, but I shook my head, tears burning my eyes
“No. Please. Don’t hurt him,” I begged, my voice choked with fear.
“Say it, Mine,” he warned, his breath hot against my neck
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