KESTER.I had lost my mind completely. The first moment I saw her...I should've left. Turned away. But my feet wouldn't move. I couldn't. I was paralyzed by the sight of her—her mouth, so fucking eager, swallowing him whole like it was nothing.She was, giving herself to that fucking asshole; her eyes closed, totally lost in it. And I just stood there, watching. Helpless. So fucking helpless.My heart slammed against my ribs, but it wasn't anger that hit me first. It was hurt. A raw, gut-wrenching pain, something that ripped through me, shattering whatever fucking control I thought I had left.I could feel the anger rising, boiling under my skin, the sickening burn of jealousy twisting my insides into knots.I wanted to break something. Anything. But most of all, I wanted to break her—to make her see that she couldn't do this. Not with him. Not with anyone.Seeing her frozen in place as she saw me only fueled my anger. I didn't want to hurt her... I didn't want to... I had to keep my
KASMINE."Kester, no! You can't do this." My voice trembled, but it barely left my lips before he had me. His grip was firm, almost punishing, as he yanked me toward him by my ankle. I gasped when I felt the weight of him press down on me, the heat of his body sinking into mine, and the realization of how much trouble I had gotten into came hitting me hard."You're my brother," I rasped, fingers curling against his chest as if I could push him away. "This was never meant to go this far. Please, Kester—"But reason had long left his eyes.Desperation surged through me. I cupped his face in my shaking hands, forcing him to look at me. "I'm your sister. This is wrong, Kes..." I whispered, pleading, searching for a glimmer of restraint in those smoldering, ravenous eyes.Never—never in my wildest fantasies did I imagine giving my virginity to my stepbrother. I knew I had fantasized a whole lot of other things, but this? Sticking his dick into my vagina? Him claiming what had never belonge
KASMINE.That warning was all I got before I felt his dick poking at my entrance, pushing subtly as a muffled cry left my throat."Kes..." I whispered with closed eyes, fisting more of the bedsheet in my palms as I prepared myself for the impact.Kester paused with the head of his dick barely inside me."Look at me," he whispered harshly with an expression so grave that it looked frightening, "I want to see the look in your eyes as you realize I own you, Kasmine. Look at me while I take what's mine."I shook my head slowly, "Please, don't make me do this," I whispered with a sob, but my pleas fell on deaf ears as he shot me a warning glare before resuming his torture."You're mine to ruin, and I will ruin you, Kasmine." He pushed a bit deeper, and a sharp pain erupted down my core. I couldn't stop the tears. He paused, as if allowing me to catch a breath, his thumb brushing off the tears as they came, "There... Shhhh... It gets better..." He said before pushing more of his length into
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
KASMINE.He tasted like sin—dark, forbidden, and impossibly addictive. He was like every dark thoughts I'd ever had. How could something so forbidden be this addictive?I should hate myself for this. I should feel shame curling in my stomach, twisting my insides. But instead, all I felt was heat. A deep, smoldering ache that refused to be ignored.I was conflicted. But my desires were becoming stronger than my conflicts. Desire had a cruel way of twisting my reality, making the forbidden feel like the only thing that made sense.Kester was a god—of sin, of pleasure, of ruin. And I had let him destroy me in the most devastating way possible.He fucked like a god – like he owned me. And maybe he did.Any woman would kill to have this.Every part of me still throbbed with the memory of his touch. The way he stretched me and filled me so completely I thought I'd tear. The sinful, unbearable pleasure that left my body trembling at his mercy. The dirty words he whispered into my ears while
KESTER.When a devil falls in love, it's the most hauntingly beautiful thing ever. And you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her.I never planned to be obsessed with Kasmine. It happened beyond my will, like a sickness that crept into my veins and took root in my very soul. Sitting by the bathtub, carefully washing her delicate skin, I realized there was nothing more satisfying than this moment.She had protested when I carried her into the bathroom, murmuring weak objections, but I ignored them because I wanted her to get used to this. She'd be seeing more of it from now.Her body was like my temple now, and I craved to worship it in every way possible while branding her with my mark.The thought alone sent a sharp pulse of hunger through me as my cock jerked in response, my self-control slipping for a fraction of a second, but I sucked in a breath to steady myself. She had gone past her limit as a first-timer. It would be cruel to take her for the third t
KASMINE.I stepped out of the bathroom, my bare feet sinking into the thick rug, but the warmth did nothing to chase away the cold sinking into my bones.This was breaking me.Piece by piece.No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, to suppress it, to pretend that I wasn't unraveling at the seams, it was destroying me.I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, my heart thudding too fast, too violently.This couldn't continue.It shouldn't have started in the first place.But the more I told myself that, the more Kester's voice replayed like a loop in my head, dark and possessive, with promises that made me tremble.'You can't and won't leave me.' 'You are my obsession, Kasmine.''After this, you will get addicted to me.'And yes, I was getting addicted to him, and it was scary. He had devoured my light and left me craving his darkness.I squeezed my eyes shut, willing his words away, but they only burned deeper, carving themselves into the fragile parts of me that already belonged to h
KASMINE."By the gods, Kasmine!" Claire shrieked the moment I stepped onto the premises, "You look absolutely mouthwatering!"I rolled my eyes. She was always too dramatic – or so I thought – but when I walked into the ground reception, I felt all eyes on me."Claire, keep it down," I muttered, tugging at the hem of my dress as I quickened my pace. "You're drawing attention.""No, sweetheart, you're the one commanding attention." She laughed with a teasing lilt in her voice. "And, my dear, you deserve every second of it."I looked around, and thankfully, Kester had stopped outside to speak with Mr. Edward about Sylvia's replacement. I didn't wait to pay attention to it because a part of me still feels guilty for Sylvia's displacement.I had tried to talk to Kester about it, but he was adamant, saying there was no place for her at Zamford anymore.I turned to Claire as we strode toward the elevators. "I'm so sorry again for canceling our weekend," I apologized, and guilt wore me a fine
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