KESTER.
I sat up all night, watching my obsession sleep. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the blood stains on the once white sheets, the way the sheets barely clung to her body, exposing the evidence of our forbidden night.
I wished I could capture the moment and imprint it into my memory so I’d never forget what she looked like the night I fucked her. The night I made her mine.
A twisted satisfaction curled inside me.
My phone rested loosely in my grip, the screen glowing faintly with the photos I had taken- Of course, I had taken a few pictures of her naked, sleeping form. They would serve as souvenirs after a night well spent. I didn’t miss the hickeys I had left on her flawless skin.
I traced a fingertip over the darkened imprint of my teeth on her shoulder, thighs, and chest. She was perfection. And now, she was ruined. It filled me with utmost satisfaction to know that I was the one who tainted her flawless skin. It was all me.
Now, she’s fully in my system, pumping through my veins like sweet poison. She’s buried deep in my soul. She’s the feeling in my chest I’ve never experienced before but will kill to hold onto. She’s the home I never had.
I was so undone that I didn’t even have the strength to stay angry anymore. The raw pleasure I had derived from Kasmine’s body was enough to make my rage disappear.
She was forgiven… For letting that bastard put his hands on her. For wrapping those sweet lips around his cock, I forgive her. That’s why I had burned the stupid dress she wore to his house. I wish I could cut off her hair, too, while sanitizing her entire body just to get rid of any trace of that maggot on her.
I’d take it that she was only naive and that she didn’t know the extent to which I wanted to own her. But now she knew. Now she understood the depths of my obsession, the lengths I would go to keep her.
And she wouldn’t be stupid enough to make that mistake again.
But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t punish Jake for what he had done.
I wanted to fuck her again, but I held myself back. She just lost her innocence to me. She must be in some pain right now. I’d just give it time. She was already mine, and there was no need for the rush. I had her all to myself now to do as I pleased.
Her soft snores, which I had admired and adored while she innocently slept away, abruptly stopped.
I waited for her to open those pretty, enchanting eyes, but they were still tightly shut. She was awake. She just didn’t want to face me.
A smirk tugged at my lips. I knew her too well.
I rose from the couch, making my way to the bed, and the moment I got close, her body tensed beneath the sheets. Even in feigned sleep, she was reacting to me. That alone made something dark and primal stir within me.
It was barely four in the morning-I expected her not to have the strength to wake up until morning. But here she was.
I reached out, softly brushing off the messy locks of hair that framed her beautiful face, “Hey, baby…” I called in a croaked voice, “You don’t have to pretend to be asleep. Open your eyes for me.” My tone was softer than that of a toddler asking for ice cream from their mother for the third time in one day. Cautious.
A delicate shudder ran through her before she shifted, rolling onto her back. And then, finally, those mesmerizing eyes of hers fluttered open, locking onto mine.
Gods.
I would kill for those eyes.
They stared at me, innocent and mesmerizing, as if they were holding a thousand questions and conflicts in them.
But beneath all of it, I saw what I wanted to see.
Desire.
She bit her bottom lip, and I nearly lost the fragile restraint I was clinging to. A growl rumbled in my chest as I traced my thumb over the abused flesh, my breath leaving me in a slow exhale.
I swear, it took everything in me not to claim those lips once more and devour her again.
“How are you feeling, beautiful?” I asked, my lips curving into a smile-one only she had the privilege of seeing. She was changing me. No one else saw me like this. No one else ever would.
Kasmine was beginning to make me smile a lot. I had to learn how to just for her. Anything to keep her comfortable and happy.
“Kester…” she whispered the way she always did when she wanted to pull away. When she wanted to retreat from me.
I wasn’t going to let her.
She tried to sit up, but I gently pressed her shoulder back against the mattress, holding her in place.
“Stay still, baby,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the curve of her collarbone. “Get used to this.”
“You shouldn’t be here. Go to your room,” she said, avoiding my gaze, “we’ve already sinned enough. Your presence is only a reminder of my sins.”
A dark chuckle slipped past my lips.
“Good.” My fingers curled into the sheets beside her head. “Because I want you to remember last night for the rest of your life.”
“You can’t say that, Kester. This was all a mistake that never should have happened,” She argued. Her voice was becoming distant. Was she trying to cry?
“You can tell yourself it was a mistake all you want,” I murmured, dragging my fingers down her arm, reveling in the way her skin heated beneath my touch. “But I don’t make mistakes, Kasmine. This was deliberate. And it will happen again.”
She shot a glare at me.
“When will you come to accept it?” I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice dropping to something darker, “That I want you? That I want to own you? And that I already have?”
“You can’t own me, Kester. This is wrong. I am your sister. What would people say?” Her beautiful eyes glistened with tears, and I cursed myself for making her cry.
“Fuck what society wants,” I growled, my fingers tilting her chin until our lips were a breath apart. “The question is, what do we want? Hmm?” My thumb caressed the pulse of her throat, feeling it race.
“I want you,” I continued, my voice hoarse with possession, with hunger. “And I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks. I want you to love me, Kasmine.”
“But I can’t love you, Kester. I can never… Neither can I let you love me. I do not want your love.” She whispered, almost counting her words.
Those words sent a sharp pain to my heart, but I couldn’t hold it against her. I wouldn’t expect her to feel the same way I felt for her this soon. It’s a gradual process, and I was already doing all I could to get her where I wanted her.
“Love is an illusion I don’t have to offer. What you will experience with me is something far more powerful, something primal and dangerous. It’s not love… It’s obsession.”
My lips brushed her jaw, my breath hot against her skin, and she shuddered at my words.
What did she think? That I’d tell her I loved her?
Fuck, no. I had no love to offer my Kasmine. I had gone past love. What I felt for her now was an obsession. I was scared… So scared that one day, my obsession would become a disorder. That is how obsessed I was with her.
My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. “I am addicted to you, Kasmine. And you’ll never escape me.” My hand wandered in the direction of her bare thighs, and I allowed it to trace slow, tantalizing paths toward her hip bone.
I stopped there, teasing her, making her anticipate my next move as I held her gaze. She was fighting this the way she truly felt. And it was okay. She was only living in self-denial.
I gently took her bottom lip in mine and bit down softly, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips, no matter how hard she tried.
“See? Your body knows who it belongs to, baby,” I whispered against her lips, “You don’t know how badly I want to fuck you until you can’t think anymore.”
Her body relaxes at my every word.
Was that an approval for her?
Fuck. I didn’t want to read meanings, but I was glad to read this one.
I hesitantly covered her lips with mine, testing the waters to see if she’d push me away, but she didn’t. Instead, she kissed me back, unsure at first, but she followed my lead as I deepened the kiss.
Her lips were soft, trembling against mine, and I could feel her breath hitch every time I deepened the kiss.
Could the night get any better?
Small, breathless moans left her lips as I kissed her like I had been starved for years. “Every moan you make drives me fucking wild-don’t stop.”
I lifted myself and positioned just above her, and she let out a small gasp when she felt how fucking hard I was for her beneath the towel I had wrapped around my waist.
I yanked the towel off, flinging it to the floor. She stiffened beneath me immediately, and I stopped, giving her the time to catch her breath.
“Will it hurt this time?” She asked, her innocent eyes searching mine.
I couldn’t tell her the truth, so I told her what she needed to hear, “No, baby. It won’t. I’ll be gentle.”
Lies.
All lies.
She was certainly going to feel some pain, and me? I had no plans of being gentle. Not with this madness she was setting off in me.
“Now, you’ll take me in and let me feel every inch of you, inside and out, okay?” I said, grinding my hard length against her already wet center. She nodded like an obedient child. “Good girl,” I murmured before seizing her lips in mine again.