KASMINE.
Today was the day I was meant to die from a heart attack.
I had pleaded with Jake to let me get off the call and that we would speak more about this 'surprise' he said he had for me over lunch tomorrow, but he refused. Now, imagine the surprise I got when Kester barged into my room unannounced.
It was almost as if he had heard or seen me talking to Jake with the way he barged in.
Now, here I was, kneeling and crying at his mercy to save the one I truly loved.
But what did he want from me? What would he have me do to prove all he just said?
I wasn't his. I'd never been his. I didn't want to be his. I want to be Jake's.
Whatever delusions or fantasies he harbored about us in that dark, possessive mind of his, none of them were real.
Kester remains my stepbrother, and no matter what he says or thinks, calling me MINE doesn't make me HIS.
But the way he looked at me now, as if I was something he'd already claimed, made me doubt if I could escape his reality.
I was still trying so hard to process the kiss from this morning. I was still embarrassed and confused as to why he'd kiss me. And now, this?
My gut tells me Kester was up to no good with the way he was looking at me.
My nightie would certainly be a recipe for the disaster that would befall me tonight. It was so transparent that you didn't need to squint your eyes before you got a good view of what lay beneath.
The hem barely reached mid-thigh, exposing far too much of my legs. The deep V-cut neckline framed my cleavage, leaving nothing to the imagination. His cold stare made my blood run cold while a shiver traveled through my spine.
A tear trickled down my cheek, tracing the curve of my jaw before slipping into the valley between my breasts. His eyes followed it, unblinking, until the drop disappeared into the fabric.
"Kester…" I whispered, but he didn't respond.
Instead, he stood up, towering over me, and reached for the knot of his drawstring shorts.
My heart thundered. I couldn't look away as his fingers worked the knot, undoing it with intentional slowness, his eyes never leaving mine.
"What… what are you doing?" I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper, trembling with panic.
He didn't answer. He didn't even blink.
The shorts slipped down his legs, pooling around his feet, leaving him in only a pair of black briefs that clung to him in a way that made my mouth go dry. I tore my gaze away, heat flooding my cheeks as I tried to focus on anything but the outline beneath the fabric, which hugged every ridge of his hips, his thighs, and the terrifying hardness pressing against the front.
My stomach dropped. I scrambled backward, the plush rug beneath me doing little to muffle the frantic shuffle of my knees. "What the hell are you doing?" My voice rose, breaking with panic as my hands shot up in a feeble attempt to shield myself.
"Stop," I managed, my voice weak, my hands pressing against the floor as I tried to inch away. "Kester, stop this—"
He moved. Not toward me, but toward the door.
I froze, my confusion mixing with fear as he reached for the lock, twisting it with a resounding click.
"Kester, please," I begged, my voice cracking. My hands curled into fists against the floor, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to steady my breath. "You don't have to do this."
He turned back to me, his expression unreadable, a dangerous calm radiating from him. Slowly, he walked toward me, each footstep making my pulse spike.
When he reached me, he crouched, his face inches from mine. His hand shot out, gripping my chin with a roughness that made me flinch.
"You don't get it, do you?" he murmured, his voice low, smoky, and filled with an edge that sent a tremor down my helpless spine. "I always get what I want."
His thumb brushed against my trembling lower lip, the touch possessive, almost cruel. "And what I want, Kasmine…" His eyes darkened, his gaze locking with mine. "Is You. And you will prove to me that you understand that."
Why would he want me? This was all insane. He was no longer the big brother I used to know.
What happened to my big brother?
"Kester, I—"
"Shh." He cut me off, his other hand trailing up, brushing the strap of my nightgown.
I watched him stand to his full height again, and this time, he took his extreme joke a bit further.
With a swiftness too quick for me to comprehend, he pulled down the fabric that harbored his cock.
"Kester! No!" I screamed, looking away instantly as I jerked up to my feet, taking desperate steps away from him until my back collided with the wall behind me.
My breath hitched as his cock sprang free, defying every expectation and sending a wave of panic and disbelief crashing over me.
I couldn't stand such a taboo. The sheer audacity of him standing there, completely exposed as if this was his right. As if exposing me to something this sinful was right.
I swallowed a dry lump in my throat as the sides of my eyes stung with tears of embarrassment.
I had seen naked men on adult websites... But this...? What I was seeing in front of me should be considered illegal and dangerous.
I shouldn't be looking at my brother's cock, but it was as if my mind was trying so hard to imprint the monstrous size of his cock into my memory.
His body was the epitome of power and control. The harsh lines of his muscles looked as though they had been sculpted by an artist obsessed with perfection. His chest, broad and carved, rose and fell with steady breaths that contrasted my erratic gasps.
He took slow steps toward me, and my mouth moved faster than my brain could, "If... If you come any closer, I'll... I'll scream," I tried to threaten, but I sounded as pathetic as I felt.
His next words knocked the air out of my lungs.
"The only thing you'd use that little mouth of yours for will be to suck my cock," he gestured at his arousal, which was so hard that it could shatter glass, "Now, Kasmine... Kneel."