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
KESTER.I took a different direction from the one Kasmine took. I didn't want to arouse suspicion from the curious staff who could give an arm just to get a topic for gossip, and Mine wouldn't like that.Everything I did, I did for Mine. Otherwise, I didn't give a fuck what anyone would think. And the mouth who dared to speak ill about me dies a painful death.My legs ate up the distance quickly. I couldn't stand the idea of her waiting, and that ache inside me was becoming unbearable. Besides, it was a miracle I was able to hide my erection well by tucking it neatly between my legs. Otherwise, every fucking person here would have been given a show because I was raging hard. And, gods, if I didn't get to her soon, I might lose it right here.It was funny—no one else had ever made me feel this way, not even close. But Kasmine? My little stepsister had me on the edge, always.I pushed the door open. I hadn't even remembered to tell her which of the restrooms we should use – the gents or
KASMINE.The moment I heard his voice, everything in me went still. I slowly turned my gaze to meet Kester's blazing eyes and saw a smirk on his lips.That smirk held an unhealthy intent. I didn't like it.My brows furrowed in confusion. Why wasn't he panicking? Why wasn't he worried about being caught? As if in answer to my unspoken question, he slowly withdrew from me. Then, with a brutal, bone-jarring thrust, he slammed back in so deep, so hard, that I almost blacked out.I bit back a whimper, but it was too late. I knew Jake had heard me."Kasmine, you're there?" He called out, and I didn't trust myself enough to speak. But I had to. He already heard me."Y... Yes..." I managed, but my decision to speak didn't seem to please Kester. He pulled back again, teasing me with the withdrawal, before ramming into me once more, even harder than before. This time, I couldn't suppress the whimper that escaped.I looked pleadingly at Kester but his eyes still held those dangerous intent that
KASMINE.I almost laughed out loud each time Kester's words came playing in my head.Was he crazy?He was beginning to take this way too far, and I was worried.I placed a trembling hand on my chest to stop the erratic rhythm of my heart.How dare he say I'd carry his child? I was his stepsister, for crying out loud!I rolled my eyes so hard I was sure the people beside me had noticed by now. A few had already cast curious glances in my direction, probably wondering what had me twisting in my seat, muttering under my breath like a lunatic. But I couldn't help it.At that moment, I realized I wasn't wearing the necklace Kester asked me never to take off.A wave of cold dread rolled over me as my fingers flew to my bare collarbone.No. No, no, no.I had taken it off earlier—to try on the jewelry we bought from the mall. I had meant to put it back on, but in all my distractions, I had completely forgotten.Kester would be mad if he found out.I heaved a sigh, looking at my wristwatch. It
KASMINE.I was about to live my best life. Just a few days from now, I'd be in the Maldives.The Maldives.For years, I'd dreamed of it—soft white sand slipping between my toes, an endless stretch of blue water meeting the sky, the kind of place where freedom felt special and within reach.It always seemed so Impossible, like a fantasy for someone else, because no matter how much I longed for it, Kester always had the final say.And he always said no.Until now.Excitement bubbled inside me, so strong it made my fingers tremble as I gripped the glass of orange juice.Even though I was being given this freedom by the same person who had withheld it, it was still thrilling. And even though I had dreamt of going with Claire... It was still okay. I believe it should still mean as much to me with Kester by my side.I should have been frustrated. I should have been resentful. But all I could feel was this dizzy, guilty sort of gratitude.Even if the strings were still there and I could feel
KASMINE.The water was cool against my skin, soothing the ache between my legs, but it did nothing to calm the conflict raging inside me.Kester fucked me like it was the last day on earth.I floated, weightless in the pool, my limbs exhausted, my thighs trembled, my core pulsed with an ache too deep to bear.I got the release I so craved, but it didn't stop there. I had lost count of how many times I had cummed, but this sex-god didn't stop. And he wouldn't have stopped if I hadn't begged him to.I had begged, cried, screamed—yet it hadn't been enough for him. All that mattered to him was Imprinting his seal of ownership on my very soul —like he was staking a claim so deep, I'd never be able to rid myself of him.He had taken more. Demanded more. Owned more.I was beginning to think that my brother might have a problem... His sex drive was so high that it was becoming a concern to me. Now, I was getting to a point where I got worried when he got aroused. Especially after what had hap
KESTER.I stared at her, disgust curling in the pit of my stomach as she thought she had the right to ask me stupid questions.After interrupting such a perfect evening for me, June felt the need to get an explanation as to why I was in the pool with my little sister. Naked.Kasmine had been terrified when I pulled her back into the water, but if I hadn't, June would have seen her naked ass running off into the house like we were doing something bad.I wanted her to see us... Really see us, so she'd know we aren't hiding or shying away or even doing anything wrong. Because, to me, I wasn't doing anything wrong.Even after I ordered her to go into the house, she still felt the need to stand by the window to watch Kasmine and me leave the pool.She saw me stepping out naked.Kasmine had stubbornly covered her lower region – butt and pussy – with the bikini wrapper. Her breasts were still well nestled in that tempting bikini bra of hers that I was sure she was thankful I didn't rip off h
KESTER.Silence sat comfortably between us after we were served our meals. The food was nothing more than a prop. It was obvious none of us were hungry after all, for different reasons.For me, I had no appetite—not for this. My hunger lay elsewhere, in the warm embrace of my obsession, the one who filled my every waking thought, the one who left no room for anyone or anything else.I couldn't wait to get this over with so I could return to the arms of my Kasmine. She had clouded my mind so much that I couldn't think straight without her.For Claire, it was different. She couldn't meet my gaze for more than a second without her cheeks flushing, her throat working as she swallowed nothing but nerves. The way she fidgeted, tucking strands of hair behind her ear, running her fingers along the rim of her glass—pathetic.Was this the part where I engaged her in little, meaningless conversations and let her tell me unimportant things about herself? Things I don't give a fuck about?The absu
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