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.I cried. I was intentional about it this time. I let the tears fall.I heard June walk toward the main door of the house to the outside. She might have thought we were outside, I guess.I looked at Kester pleadingly but his eyes held nothing but wicked intent. I knew he didn't like June, but that didn't mean she should see us like this. My life would be ruined. His reputation. Our parents. Everything.His body began to stiffen. He was close to his release. I put in more effort, granting him as much access as he would like if that would make him cum sooner.June closed the front door and called out again, "Kester? Kasmine?" This time, she was headed for the kitchen. I heard her footsteps. They were getting closer.I tried to keep myself from moaning, but Kester wasn't helping matters. This was the time he moaned and growled the loudest.I applied something I had learned some time ago from a porn site - cheek suction.I sucked in my cheeks, tightening my lips - which were alrea
KESTER.I meant every word I just told her. The earlier Claire stopped bothering me, the better for Kasmine. Otherwise, I'd punish her if that would make her set boundaries between me and her pestering friend.I pushed through my bedroom door, my anger radiating off me like a storm, spilling into the air like smoke. The shift in the atmosphere was instant, thickening with my mood, and unfortunately, June took notice."Kester..." She was on her feet in an instant, crossing the room toward me. "I waited up all night for you."And?All I saw in her was a stubborn child, desperate for attention.Why was she telling me that? Does it look like I care? Didn't I tell her to go to sleep?Her blonde hair was styled to perfection—sleek, shining, not a strand out of place. So, she really hadn't slept. The thought annoyed me more than it should have. What was she expecting? A reward?I ignored her, stripping off my watch and tossing it onto the dresser before heading straight for the closet. I ba
KESTER.I dragged my mouth away from hers just for a breath, only to find myself drawn back, hunger consuming me as I kissed her again, deeper this time. I pulled her closer until the heat of her body seared through the fabric of our clothes.She responded with a soft gasp, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping the edge of the table beside us for support.I pressed her further against her vanity table, making it wobble under the pressure of our movements. A few items that I barely took note of fell to the ground.I lifted her right leg, placing it securely on my waist, granting myself the access I needed.The lamp by the nightstand just beside the table tipped over, its light flickering briefly before it settled with a dull thud. I barely registered the noise in my ears.The mess on the floor mirrored the mess in my head—everything in disarray, just like the way my mind spun in circles around her."Kes..." She whispered, moaning against my lips when my finger brushed over th
KASMINE.The universe had already cursed me for my sins—I was sure of it. How else could I explain this torment? This unbearable, all-consuming need with no relief in sight?I couldn't concentrate on anything. Not the pile of work in front of me, not even Jake's constant questions about how best we could communicate now that I no longer have a secret phone.I had ignored him. But a part of me felt terribly bad about it. He deserved an answer. He deserved my attention. But I barely had the presence of mind to spare him more than a few nods. Guilt clawed at the edges of my thoughts, but it wasn't strong enough to override the fire burning beneath my skin.I needed a release. Desperately.My body was on high alert, and the slightest hint of contact with a man made my body tense, my core tightening with anticipation that had nowhere to go. The simplest things—watching a man roll up his sleeves, hearing the deep timbre of a voice—sent sharp jolts of arousal straight to my center. It was un
KESTER.I dropped my phone onto the passenger seat, exhaling slowly as I rubbed my palm over my face. For the hundredth time, I had checked, second-guessed, and reassured myself that I was doing this right. It felt unnatural, unfamiliar—but the urge to make Kasmine happy had become something I could no longer ignore.I didn't know how to do things like this. Romance, relationships… they had never been my forte. Not because I didn't indulge in women, but because I had never actually felt anything for any of them, but now I was willing to learn.I had never been in a relationship where I actually felt something for the woman before. It's safe to say Kasmine was the first. The only one who had ever made me feel anything real. And whatever this feeling was—this restless, possessive, all-consuming need—it was evolving into something I couldn't define.Something more.I had no guide for this. No experience to draw from. So, like a goddamn fool, I had resorted to seeking help.I'd taken advi
KESTER.She stood there, her wide, curious eyes scanning the lavish space as if trying to piece together the reason she was there. I dismissed the escort with a subtle flick of my fingers, my attention solely on her now."Mine?" I called, pushing myself up from the plush seat.Her curiosity tugged at something deep inside me, an unfamiliar warmth blooming in my chest. I liked seeing her like this—intrigued, a little cautious, but drawn in. It made me want to do more for her, give her more, just to see that spark again.She didn't necessarily 'need' any of these. She had them in abundance. Her life was already filled with luxury. But I'd learned that it wasn't about the things themselves—it was about the gesture, about experiencing something together, about watching her smile because she knew this wasn't just about material things. This was about her."What are we doing here?" She asked curiously."Shopping," I said simply, moving toward her, closing the distance between us. I stopped
KASMINE.Was it wrong to feel the way I did? Absolutely.Did I care? I did, once. But now, gazing into the eyes of the man before me, I was gradually getting to the point where I didn't care anymore as his charms wove through me like a spider's thread, gently pulling me closer.I couldn't help but fall for his tricks.This was all a trick, wasn't it? It had to be. The Kester I knew would never do any of this for anyone. Not in a thousand years, no matter who they were. But me? Kester Hamilton, the man who barely acknowledged anyone's existence, had taken me shopping? And he even picked out some things he liked for me? And the weirdest part? He was happy doing it!The Moon Goddess should have told us that this was the year the world would come to an end!"Come on. We still have the night ahead of us." He said to me, his voice tinged with an uncharacteristic warmth. I couldn't help but wonder in utter curiosity what else he had planned out.I'd never seen Kester this... happy before. Ev
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