KASMINE.
I was waiting impatiently all morning to confront Kester about what I’d just heard, but he was nowhere to be found. I called, but his lines were unreachable.
He didn’t even step foot into his office after I left him outside when we arrived.
By the time it hit 1 pm, my frustration had hit its peak.
Jake wasn’t speaking to me.
Not a single word.
He barely stayed in the office with me, slipping in and out like he couldn’t even stand being in the same space.
And for the first time since stepping into this building, I felt something close to panic.
Now, the frustration was warping into something worse.
Then, as if the universe had been waiting for my patience to snap, the office doors swung open.
I looked up instantly.
Kester walked in.
My body moved before I could think. I shoved my chair back, the legs screeching against the floor as I stood, my heart slamming against my ribs.
My heels made it harder to walk as quickly as I wanted, but I didn’t stop. Not for a second.
I stormed toward his office, my vision tunneling, my anger burning hotter as I approached.
I didn’t bother knocking.
Pushing the heavy door open with a force that rattled the glass panel beside it, I barged in.
Kester barely spared me a glance as he shrugged off his suit jacket, moving with the kind of slow, unbothered ease that only infuriated me further.
His dark eyes briefly flickered to me the way one might glance at a nuisance. A single, slow drag of his gaze.
He didn’t speak.
Didn’t even raise a brow.
That arrogant bastard.
“What the hell did you do?” I demanded.
He took his time, adjusting his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves as if this conversation was already beneath him. Like my anger wasn’t obvious to him.
“You’re going to have to be more specific, little sister,” he murmured, his tone as casual as if we were discussing the goddamn weather.
That only fueled the fire burning in my chest.
“Jake’s internship review.” My nails dug into my palms, my whole body shaking from the restraint it took not to throw something at him. “He got a report this morning saying his performance was unsatisfactory. He has to repeat his internship here for another three months. And I know that’s your doing.”
Kester finally looked at me, his eyes holding the same detached amusement that always made my stomach twist.
Then, he smirked.
“So? Be grateful that’s all I did to him.”
A slow, sickening dread curled in my gut.
“Be grateful?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes.” He exhaled, rubbing his temple like he was bored. Like this wasn’t a big deal. Like ruining someone’s future was just another day for him. “I could’ve done worse. He should count himself lucky. You should, too.”
“Lucky?” My breath hitched, my fury boiling over. “Why the hell can’t you just leave him alone, Kester? What is your goddamn problem?!”
His expression shifted-just slightly. The amusement faded, and something colder settled in its place.
“Because he touched what’s mine.” He bit out, glaring at me as if daring me to take this further than I already was.
I whispered, “You’re being ridiculous.”
Kester tilted his head, his lips curling into something darker, uglier. “Am I?”
I forced myself to breathe. Forced myself to keep my voice steady, my anger from twisting into something that felt too much like fear.
“So what, Kester? You’re going to keep ruining his life just because he exists? Because he’s my friend? What’s next? Are you going to kill him?”
The words were meant to be an exaggeration.
But the look in his eyes-
The way his lips twitched, just barely-
It made my blood run cold.
“Yes, Kasmine,” His voice was soft, too soft. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do kill him.”
I took an involuntary step back, but he followed, closing the space between us with slow, measured steps.
“Because at this point, Kasmine,” he continued, his voice almost thoughtful, almost gentle, “the only reason he’s still breathing is because of you.”
I stopped breathing.
“But…” he exhaled, tilting his head slightly, “You’re also the reason I want to kill him.”
A chill ran down my spine.
“Kester.” I forced his name past my lips, barely recognizing my own voice.
His dark eyes flicked over my face, watching me intently.
“I’ve already gotten to that point,” he murmured. “So tell me, Kasmine-how much longer do you think I’ll let him live?”
I was quiet. No words came out of my mouth anymore. Because Kester wasn’t looking at me like a man ready to argue anymore.
Something shifted in the air so suddenly it made my breath catch.
His eyes weren’t cold now. They were dark-darker with something that made my stomach tighten. The tension between us twisted into something else entirely.
His gaze dragged lower.
And then I realized.
The dress.
A slow exhale left him, his fingers flexing like he was holding back. His jaw twitched. His gaze traced the length of my bare legs, moving up, lingering on the curve of my hips, my waist.
My skin heated under his stare.
Then his fingers brushed the hem of my dress. Just barely. But it was enough to send a bolt of awareness through me.
“Kester,” I whispered, my voice barely there.
“I love how you tremble when I touch you-how I make you fall apart.” He leaned in and whispered into my ears. He was so close that I was scared someone might catch us.
“Someone might see us. What are you doing?” I swallowed, hating how my body betrayed me.
“Carrying out my intent.”
I was truly getting addicted to my brother. And it was wrong on all sides.
My lips parted, my mind scrambling to process what that meant-
“You’re not leaving here until I’ve had a piece of you.” He said as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. And I stumbled, caught completely off guard as he guided me toward his chair.
He sat, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he made me stand right beside him, facing his desk-facing the screen of his desktop as if he were about to show me something. But his touch told a different story.
His fingers slid to my back, over the fabric of my dress, slow, teasing. His palm pressed against my hip, then trailed lower, grazing the bare skin of my thigh.
I exhaled sharply.
My hands braced against the desk, my body betraying me as heat curled low in my stomach.
“Kester,” I managed, my voice weaker than I wanted it to be. “Someone might see us.” I reminded him, in case he hadn’t heard me the first time.
His lips tilted slightly.
“No one will.” His voice was low, almost hypnotic.
And I knew he wasn’t lying.
The way his office was arranged-the placement of his desk, the angle of the blinds-anyone looking in from outside would only see me standing beside him, his computer screen hiding what his hands were really doing.
And his hands were-
Gods.
They were sliding higher.
My thighs tensed, my breath catching as his fingers traced slow, feather-light circles against my skin, coming to a stop in between my thighs.
He nudged slightly, urging me to part them. And I obeyed I shamelessly obeyed.
His other hand curled around my wrist, guiding my palm to rest against the desk as if wordlessly telling me to stay right there.
His fingers traced over the thin scrap of fabric covering my center, pressing just enough to feel the damp heat waiting for him. A smirk formed on his lips, “Good girl,” The words slid past his lips, dripping satisfaction, possession, and delight when he found out that I had worn the thong he picked for me. It barely covered anything.
He flicked his middle finger over my wet pussy, and my knees almost buckled at the sensation that ran through me.
“Kes… We should…” The words halted midway when he pushed the flimsy thong to the side, exposing my pussy to his hungry fingers,
A tremor wrecked through me.
My fingers curled against the desk.
“We could… take this… home-”
A strangled moan broke past my lips as he slid deeper, curling just right, his thumb circling my swollen clit in a maddening rhythm.
He was watching me, taking in every reaction.
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 gapping 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, my 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.”