KESTER.Fucking heavens.If I died today, I'd die a fulfilled man. Last night's was etched into every nerve of my body. My cock still felt slick and sensitive from last night's session with Kasmine. She might have been a novice, but she'd taken me like a goddamn pro. She'd handled me like she was born for it.And the way she'd melted under my control, fighting to mask her pleasure, made me want to drag her to her bed and show her just how much more she could take.A sly, stubborn smile curled my lips as I got ready for the day. Today was supposed to be packed with meetings and the usual corporate nonsense, but all I could think about was her. My obsession. My fucking weakness.I wish I could just skip all of that and stay at home all day with her.Fuck, I needed more of her right now.She was still shaken after last night's events, but that was fine. It was expected, really. I hadn't exactly gone easy on her. But she'd get used to it soon enough. I saw the way she came undone, her bod
KASMINE.I wiped the tear away as I tied my hair in a loose bun, but it didn't stop the flood of emotions swirling inside me. Guilt. Shame. And something much more dangerous. Desire.I hated myself for allowing my brother to do what he did to me.Last night was a mistake... It should have been a mistake—something I regretted so deeply that the very thought of it should make my stomach churn.But after this morning? I swear, I was conflicted. Here I was, alone in my room, unable to stop replaying every detail.The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, isn't it? The one thing you're not supposed to have, the thing that could ruin everything—somehow, it becomes all you can think about.He was devastatingly beautiful in a way that felt almost unfair. You wouldn't blame a lady for falling for him... But me? I had no right to have felt the way I felt.Jake was just a guy… He never really liked the gym, even though he promised to begin gymming soon because of me. He was a little too lean,
KESTER.It was meant to be a busy day, packed with meetings, calls, and endless files to review, but trust me, I made damn sure it wasn't. I canceled everything. Cleared my schedule entirely and made sure to attend to every fucking matter right in my office.I sat here, eyes locked on her. Watching her like she was the only thing worth my attention in the world. And perhaps she was.It felt like letting Mine stay away from my sight would make me die an instant death. I watched her all day, almost unable to do anything right.Kasmine tried to focus, but it was obvious she couldn't. She fidgeted in her chair. She'd been uncomfortable the whole time, as expected. But she'll be fine eventually. This was all new to her.She could hardly get anything done. The files I had given her to compute were not even done in a fraction. But that was fine. Why should I be mad at her?I caught Jake stealing glances at her. Over and over again. The bastard thought he was subtle, but I saw every desperate
KESTER.I pushed the door to the ladies' open and peeped. Her scent filled my nostrils as I stepped inside, letting the door shut quietly behind me. My gaze fell on her instantly.She was standing there, gripping the edge of the porcelain sink as tight as her little hands could. Her head hung low, her shoulders rising and falling with the effort to catch her breath. Strands of her dark hair framed her face, sticking lightly to the sheen of sweat on her skin. She looked... fragile. Perfect. Mine.The fluorescent light above cast a faint glow over her figure, highlighting the curve of her hips and the way that damn dress clung to her body like a second skin. My jaw tightened involuntarily. That dress—it wasn't just a dress. It was a fucking provocation.She lifted her head slowly, probably sensing me before she saw me. Her eyes met mine in the mirror, and the moment they did, her body went rigid. Her breath hitched audibly, her lips parting as her wide, startled gaze locked onto mine."
KASMINE.Kester asked the driver to take me home. And while I could say I was thankful he didn't ride with me, a part of me wished he did.Call me crazy, but I was beginning to crave the fear he instilled in me. That overwhelming, commanding, dominating aura of his. It wasn't just fear—it was something far darker, far more addictive. A pull I couldn't resist, even though I knew I should have."Don't forget to give him this," Claire chirped, breaking my thoughts as she handed me a small gift bag. "Tell him it's a thanksgiving gift to the Moon Goddess, Selene, for my recovery."I blinked at her, trying to mask the guilt churning in my chest.Selene's Thanksgiving? Seriously? I would never understand this girl.Who in their right mind gave Kester gifts under the guise of divine gratitude? Was he now Selene's emissary on earth?I suppressed the urge to scoff. I knew Claire's game. She didn't care about Selene. This was just an excuse to give Kester something personal. And she was so earne
KESTER.I had totally forgotten about the arrangement I had with my father about picking June up and bringing her to my house.I was already prepared to leave the office when his call came in, reminding me about it.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape bringing her here for a whole week.After a hot shower, I stepped into my room, feeling the lingering tension in my muscles ease. June lay sprawled on my bed in a red nightie that was clearly designed to be enticing, but it wasn't—not to me.She was busy with her laptop, fingers clacking away on the keyboard, her attention consumed, and I couldn't be more grateful for that. She looked really busy.She was here, but her presence was nothing more than background noise.I hadn't seen Kasmine all evening, but I wasn't in a rush. The night was still young, and I had plans to spend most of it in her room."Her presence is an eyesore to me, Kes," Zeth said from the back of my mind, clearing simmering with rage. "It's a good thing she
KESTER.I didn't expect anything less, considering the fact that I didn't allow any man near her all her life. But I know how younger ones could be. They were good at sneaking their way around without the adults finding out.Relief washed over me so hard that I almost felt dizzy. This only meant one thing... I was going to be the first and only man in her life."You're a virgin?" I asked, and she looked away. She was probably shy about it, but she replied with a small nod."Fuck, Mine. You should have said so," I brushed off some strands of hair from her face, my hand lingering for a moment behind her head before pulling her close and planting a soft kiss on her lips.She hesitated this time and held on to the hesitation. "Don't worry, Mine. I won't hurt you," I said softly, "At least, not tonight.""I have to go now, Kes," she said suddenly, her voice breaking the moment as she moved to jump off the countertop.I caught her wrist before she could. "Why the rush?" I asked, a sly smile
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
KASMINE.The devil has a name, and he wasn't in hell.His name was Kester, and he was right here, on top of me, making me moan his name between gasps and breathless pleas.My body wasn't mine anymore.Pleasure had stolen it, claimed it, reshaped it into something unrecognizable—something made only for him.The vibrator inside me was maddening, humming, pulsing, teasing the raw, oversensitive flesh of my clit. My thighs quivered violently, torn between squeezing shut from the unbearable sensation and spreading wider to take more of it.And then there was his cock.Heavy, thick, stretching my lips wide as he thrust deep into my mouth, shoving himself into my throat, pushing me past my limits. The veins along his shaft pulsed against my tongue, the head hitting the back of my throat with his ruthless push.My jaw ached, and my throat burned, but I took him, swallowed him, and let him use my mouth however he pleased.My vision blurred as his fingers clamped down on my nose.A shock of pan
KESTER.Putting her to sleep on the flight was child's play. A necessary inconvenience.I had to.Otherwise, she would have gotten in the way of what I intended to do. And the commotion that followed—when everyone found out there was a body locked inside the convenience—would have ruined this trip before it even began.I had no regrets. The world was full of corpses, and one more wouldn't tip the scales.This wouldn't be the first time a corpse turned up on a plane. And it sure as hell wouldn't be the last.Now, I only had to hope the reporters would shut up about it. The frequency at which they broadcasted the incident was becoming an irritation, but nothing I couldn't handle.I knew she'd be mad when she found out, but she'd get over it.My eyes roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her body wrapped in the sexy outfit I had chosen for her, which was turning me on to a feverish degree. She looked fucking perfect.A perfect slut for me.Did she even realize how sinfully gorgeous s
KASMINE."What the hell?"A sharp ache pulsed at the side of my head as I winced, my body instinctively curling inward. My limbs felt unusually heavy, like I'd been drugged—or in a deep sleep I couldn't remember falling into.Blinking against the soft golden light filtering through the room, I slowly pushed myself up, my fingers gripping the silky sheets beneath me. These weren't the sheets from the plane.Where the hell was I?My gaze darted around, taking in the space. Spacious. Extravagant. Surreal. The kind of place people spent a lifetime saving up for a single week in.The high, vaulted ceiling was made of dark wood, elegant yet rustic, with pure white curtains that billowed lightly from the breeze seeping through the open balcony doors.The floor was polished oak, dark and rich, so clean it almost gleamed.The air smelled different—salty, warm, and rich with the scent of the ocean.I immediately turned my head toward the sound of water lapping against the stilts beneath the cab
KESTER.My chest kept constricting no matter how hard I tried to clear it out. I'd been at the convenience for a moment now, but I still didn't feel well enough to step out, even to face Kasmine. Not after how I had yelled at her.I braced my hands against the sink, fingers curling against the cool porcelain as I stared at my reflection. My eyes were hooded from exhaustion and frustration. And a touch of guilt.I had let the pressure, the fucking weight of everything, spill over onto her.My reflection blurred as I closed my eyes."It's going to be fine."I whispered the lie under my breath.Repeated it.Like some desperate fucking prayer.But the words felt so empty and unreasurring. And no matter how many times I said them, they did nothing to stop the sinking feeling that I was losing control.That I was already trapped.I pushed the door open and stepped into the cabin but froze immediately.She wasn't there.The seat beside mine was empty, her blanket neatly folded. The reclining
KASMINE.The voice from the mini speakers in the plane trailed off, fading into my thoughts, "All passengers on board, welcome to flight 309..." I barely registered the rest. My focus was on the man beside me—my stepbrother—who hadn't lifted his gaze from his phone since we arrived at the airport, as if he was expecting a call that was never going to come.He clenched and unclenched his fists and jaws every now and then to relieve the tension he was refusing to let me know he was feeling. It was rolling off of him in waves, and I could almost taste it.What the hell was going on?Something was wrong.I'd overheard the argument between him and Dad last night, though I hadn't caught enough to piece everything together. It wasn't anything new—Kester and Dad had always been at odds, more enemies than family. They fought so often that their clashes had become routine, something I'd learned to ignore out of self-preservation.Mum and I had to get used to it when we found out there was noth
KESTER.I tried to push her thong aside, but the slick material kept obstructing my free access to her wetness.Hell, I ripped it off, and she gasped at the force."Sorry," I murmured, though there wasn't an ounce of regret in my voice. "It was in the way."I gripped her thighs, positioning her exactly how I wanted.I was in the mood to fuck her while she stood facing me, looking into my eyes to see the raw hunger that can never be satiated.She was so much smaller than me, her frame delicate compared to mine, but those heels she wore? They were a blessing. They made this perfect.Her brows furrowed, innocent curiosity flickering in her expression as she watched me press the thick head of my cock against her entrance. "How… how do we do this?"The innocence in her voice made my blood heat.I leaned in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear as I whispered, "Ever heard of the standing missionary?"She hesitated, then shook her head.Something dark and possessive curled in my che
KESTER."You still haven't told me what you were doing in that boutique, Kester," Kasmine asked for the hundredth time as we drove home.I smirked, gripping the wheel with one hand while the other itched to reach for her. I was tempted—so damn tempted—to tell her. But no, it had to be a surprise. Probably when we've decided on a date, which I know could be a long time from now – say in two to three months – then she'd know that she didn't need to shop for a wedding dress and that I already had it taken care of.I turned to steal another glance at her, and, heavens, she looked beautiful.She didn't just look beautiful. She looked sinful... ruinous. Like something a man would walk willingly into disaster for.The day had been about her—her hair, her nails, her skin—every detail fine-tuned to perfection... Everything she'd need to look and feel beautiful for our trip tomorrow. And I was happy I did. Because I loved what I saw—she looked like she was made for indulgence. My indulgence."Y
KASMINE.I kept reading the notes over and over again, even when I willed myself to stop.Kester's possessiveness needed a degree. His will to become a man he wasn't...? It was impressive.His obsession with doing things that he originally wouldn't do was as consuming as a wildfire in winter. And it was becoming dangerous.Kester was never such a man. And I never envisaged him being such a man, even in his next life.But this?"Who are they from?" Jake asked, yanking me back to reality. His brows were pinched while his eyes scanned my face like he could see straight through me.I inhaled sharply, pressing the note between my fingers like it might disappear if I held it tightly enough."Uhm..." I swallowed, forcing my expression to stay neutral. "I... I don't know, Jake. There's no name on it."The lie slipped past my lips so smoothly that it frightened me.He didn't say another word. He just leaned into his seat, his expression saying everything his mouth couldn't say.And, gods, I ha
KASMINE.The image of Kester's back had burned itself into my mind, haunting me through the night, refusing to let me rest. Even now, as I walked toward my office with a spring in my step, I couldn't stop the smile that kept tugging at my lips.Kester was determined, tearing down my defenses with a patience that was both infuriating and intoxicating. And damn it, he was winning.I swear he was getting more points than I'd like to give him.I had crumbled the moment my gaze landed on the massive tattoo spanning his back—ink etched into his skin simply because I liked tattoos.My chest had ached, my throat had tightened, and tears had spilled as I traced the beautiful patterns with my hands.But even after pushing him to tell me how he knew I liked them, he vehemently refused to. And now, just thinking about it sent a shiver through me.But as soon as I stepped into the elevator, all of my excitement screeched to a halt.Claire.The guilt hit me like a punch to the stomach. I had aband