Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

They were sliding higher.

My thighs tensed, my breath catching as his fingers traced ow, feather-light circles against my skin, coming to a. stop in between my thighs.

He mulged slightly, urging me to part them. And I obeyed 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

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"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 japping 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 ny 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.noveldrama

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."