Gods help me.
Heat surged between my thighs.
I was damned.
He looked too gorgeous to be real. Too perfect, it almost hurt.
Sometimes, I wished he wasn’t my brother.
If things were different, I wouldn’t hesitate to say yes to him if he were to ask me to be his. But unfortunately, that would never happen. Not in our society. 1
“Going somewhere?” He asked, flashing me a ghost of a smile.
“Ahm… Yes. I just… I mean, the sunset is so beautiful, Kester.” I smiled, “I’d love to see it again tomorrow.”
“Of course you will, baby.” He replied but was still not moving out of the way.
A prickling unease slithered up my spine.
“Can I use the bathroom?” I gestured to the door, my fingers curling slightly, betraying my nerves.
He didn’t look at the door. He didn’t even pretend to consider it. His gaze dipped instead, trailing down to where my thighs clenched beneath my dress.
My eyes shifted from his eyes to his strong, veiny hands which sent moisture gathering in places it shouldn’t.
“You only just had a shower, Mine. Unless you want to go in for other reasons; otherwise, the fresh air here is to kill for,” He said with all the softness in his voice, but his eyes said otherwise.
Something was wrong.
“What’s wrong, Kester?” I asked, already feeling my heartbeat escalating. Something tells me that whatever this was had something to do with him being displeased with me.
Had he found my birth control pills? But it was… Oh, shit. I had only kept it in my handbag. Had he found it?
I opened my mouth to speak again when he put a hand in the pocket of his sweatpants and brought out something, holding it up above my head.
“It wouldn’t stop ringing, baby.” He said ever so casually, and my lungs seized immediately.
My gaze locked onto the device in his palm, my mouth suddenly too dry to speak.
It was my phone… My secret phone.
How the hell did he find it?
“You are quite the stubborn one, aren’t you, baby?” His voice was too damn cold. The kind of cold that burned.KASMINE.
The phone dangled between Kester’s fingers; the screen began to glow with the same name flashing persistently. Jake.
The way he held the phone, the way his jaw ticked beneath the dim sunset glow, the way his body coiled like a beast seconds away from striking-I knew I was in trouble.
Kester was a possessive man. Territorial to the point of madness. I had never tested his patience like this before. I’d danced around the edges of it, teased him with it, but now? Now, I had shoved a blade straight into the gut of his control.
“Where did you get that?” My voice came out hoarse, almost pathetic.
His lips twitched, but there was no amusement in his eyes. Only something terrifyingly dark. Something sharp enough to cut. “Where do you think, baby?”
I swallowed hard.
I had hidden it well. Or at least, I thought I had.
Kester hummed, tilting his head and running a thumb over the screen. “Funny thing about secrets, Mine,” he murmured. “They don’t stay buried for long.”
Then, right before my eyes, he turned and flung the phone into the water below.
Gone..
I gasped, my pulse spiking, my body jerking forward instinctively like I could somehow retrieve it, but Kester was faster. His arm wrapped around my waist, dragging me back against his chest and forcing me to feel every ripple of muscle and every ounce of heat burning through his skin
He dipped his head, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I haven’t killed him, you know…”
My heart stopped.
“He’s just a boy,” Kester continued, his voice so low and terrifying in its softness. “A small, fucking boy who doesn’t even know what to do with a woman like you.” He exhaled slowly, his fingers gripping my hips. “And because his late mother was once friends with mine, I let him breathe.”
I trembled, my nails digging into the railing. “Kester-“
“But you,” he cut me off, his teeth grazing my ear. “You’re pushing me too hard, baby.”
He turned me in his arms so fast my breath hitched, his dark, bottomless eyes pinning me.
“You keep testing me,” he rasped, his thumb dragging along my throat. “Keep tempting me to be the man you know I can be.” His hand slipped lower, curling around my waist. “Do you want me to snap?”
I whimpered, my knees locking together as his fingers slid up my thigh, under my dress, his knuckles brushing the heat between my legs.
“Tell me, Kasmine.” His breath was a ghost against my lips, his body caging me in, owning me, consuming me. Do you want me to remind you why no one else can have you?”
I hated how easily I melted for him.
How my body surrendered before my mind could even protest.
I should have been angry. I should have fought back. But instead, I ached.
His eyes dropped to my mouth, and in one swift move, he crushed his lips against mine.
It wasn’t a kiss.
It was destruction.
He swallowed my gasp, his hand fisting my hair as he kissed me like he wanted to mark me from the inside out. His tongue thrust into my mouth, demanding, taking, owning.
I moaned into him, my body arching, my hands clutching at his arms.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Is it fear… or pleasure?”
A pulse of heat shot through me, and I whimpered as his hand wrapped around my throat, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“You will never fucking lie to me again,” he growled. “Do you hear me?”
I nodded breathlessly.
His grip tightened, “Say it.”-
“I-I won’t lie to you,” I choked out.
A dark smirk touched his lips. “Good girl.”
Then he yanked my dress down, baring me to the cool evening air, to him.
Before I could even catch my breath, his mouth was on me again. His tongue lashed over my nipple, his teeth scraping just hard enough to make me gasp.
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