KASMINE.
When I decided to play this game with Kester, I thought I knew what I was getting into. I thought I could handle the darkness that lived behind those smoldering eyes, the control that seemed to seep from his very pores. But I was wrong. Nothing, not even my worst nightmares, could have prepared me for this.
Tears couldn’t stop falling as I stepped back, one step at a time. I needed to put enough distance between me and this monster here.
I couldn’t look away from the phone screen. My stomach twisted painfully at the sight displayed there.
I saw Jake in his room.
He was sitting at his desk, his sweet, innocent smile lighting up his face as he worked diligently on the project this monster had given him earlier. A project, I realized now, designed to keep him distracted.
Kester had crafted this game to perfection. He had made it a point of duty to wear Jake out in and out of the office. In the office, he made sure to keep Jake so busy that Jake would hardly ever have the time to look my way – but Jake always found a way.
And after office hours, he gave Jake enough to keep him busy and drained at home, probably to stop him from calling me and talking at length.
This man wasn’t the kind to get entangled with because his web only draws you deeper and deeper into its depths.
He had obviously stationed some of his men around Jake’s house to make it easier for him to call the shot on his life anytime he pleased.
“Kester…” I finally found my voice, but his name tasted bitter on my tongue as if speaking it aloud gave him more power over me.
His smirk deepened into a wicked and triumphant one. He could see my defeat.
“Now,” he said, his voice soft, almost tender, but carrying the deadly weight of a gun’s hammer cocking back, “we’re right where we need to be, Mine. One more wrong word from you, and I swear I’ll put a bullet in his head. He won’t even see it coming.”
His tone was so chilling and casual, as though he were discussing the weather. As if taking an innocent life were just another day for him. My heart thundered in my chest, and I swallowed hard, trying to force down the bile rising in my throat.
I thought I wanted this with Kester. But no. I was wrong. I didn’t want any of it.
“Do we have an understanding?” he asked, tilting his head as if daring me to say no.
My lips trembled. My throat felt raw like shards of glass were lodged there. When I didn’t answer fast enough, he added, “Or not?”
“Yes,” I croaked, my voice barely audible. “Yes, we do.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, his words sounding like a mockery of comfort. Then his hand lifted, and he gestured for me to come closer. “Now, come here.”
I wanted to run. I wanted to scream and claw and fight. But I couldn’t. Jake’s life dangled on a thread Kester could sever with a single word. My legs felt like lead as I forced myself to step forward.
I didn’t make it far before his impatience snapped. He closed the distance between us in a single stride, towering over me.
“You made me pretty hard earlier. Why don’t we do something about it? Hmm?” He caressed my chin softly, his breath ghosting over my face, and a shiver shook through me. I couldn’t stop the way my body trembled under his proximity.
His thumb brushed against my lower lip, applying the slightest pressure, and instinct betrayed me-I parted my lips.
“That’s it,” he whispered, sliding his thumb past my lips and pressing deeper into my mouth. Slowly, painfully slowly, he began moving it in and out, his eyes darkening with lust as he coated it in my saliva.
His eyes were a cloud of lust and desire as a low growl escaped his throat.
He breathed out a sigh before pulling his thumb free and tracing it along the curve of my trembling bottom lip. “Perfect,” he whispered, his voice low and hungry, “Now,” he continued, his hand tilting my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Why don’t you get on your knees, Mine? It’s time to pray for my forgiveness.”
My stomach twisted violently, and my knees threatened to give out beneath me. But his eyes held me captive, their darkness promising that resistance would only bring more pain, more punishment.
I slowly, defeatedly, went on my knees, willing for the torrent of tears to stop falling, but they didn’t.
His head gestured to his shorts, urging me to do the honors.
I caught sight of his hard erection, which was standing firm in his shorts, and my heart skipped several beats.
My jaw still felt sore from last night’s torment, and now, this.
I reached out my trembling hands and slowly pulled down his shorts, freeing his staggering firmness as it slapped against his stomach.
“Take it,” He commanded, burying his fist in my hair and pulling me closer so that his precum rubbed against my closed lips.
I parted my lips and swirled my tongue around its angry red head, tasting his salty precum.
“Hold it, Mine. It’s yours,” He demanded, and those words twisted something in my chest.
His cock isn’t mine. It belongs to June. Not me. I kept reminding myself of that as I lifted my hand and gently grabbed his shafts while the other hand rested on his thigh.
“Good girl,” He breathed when I began to bob my head up and down his wicked length.
Today seemed different. It seemed a bit easier than yesterday. Probably because while at it yesterday, I learned a thing or two from the act.
I flattened my tongue, allowing its softness to tease the sensitive dent where the rim meets the underside of his cock.
“Fuck, Kasmine! I love the way your mouth feels wrapped around my cock like you were made for this,” he said through clenched jaws as he fisted my hair even harder, “I want to see how much more you can take,” he added, and without warning, he thrust hard into my mouth. I almost puked as his cock hit the roof of my throat.
“That’s it, baby,” he said while he continued thrusting harder into my mouth. “Your mouth drives me insane. Take me deeper.”
My eyes watered at the impact. His thrusts were becoming erratic, and I could barely keep up. My hand, which was working up and down the length of his cock couldn’t keep up with his rhythm anymore.
Small whimpers mixed with involuntary moans escaped my mouth, and I cursed myself for it.
“You feel so fucking perfect around me, I can’t stop.” He thrust even deeper, and I gagged, “Look at me, Mine. Look at me while you pray to me,” he hissed, shooting his head backward in utter ecstasy.
I obeyed like a helpless puppy, looking up at him, and our gazes met. His eyes were a dark shade of red, and I felt my heart stutter in response. His wolf was partly in control now, which terrified me.
I slowed down, but he held my chin and thrust harder, making me whimper at the impact.
“Don’t stop. I won’t hurt you, Mine,” He said in a voice that wasn’t entirely his. It was Zeth’s. I relaxed and took him in obediently.
“Kester?” I heard June’s voice from the stairs. “Kasmine?”
My heart jumped out of my mouth instantly.
She was headed down the stairs.
I looked up at Kester, who seemed oblivious to what was going on. He only smirked at me and closed his eyes again, fucking my mouth like he didn’t give a fuck if we were caught.
He gave me a look that meant: ‘You don’t get to pull away from me.’
I tapped on his thighs desperately, trying to pull away, but his hold on the back of my head tightened, keeping me in place, while the other hand gathered both my hands in his firm grip, holding them securely to his stomach.
“This would be quite the spectacle for her, Mine. Don’t you think?” He said as a wicked grin plastered his face.
I was doomed.