Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271

KASMINE.

I could swear I was hit by a truckload of bricks. My limbs felt so heavy that it was strange. My entire body ached like every inch of me had been taken and returned wrongly.

I tried to open my eyes, but they refused to cooperate. They felt heavy and groggy, like I’d been drugged. My mind floated, detached, and half–sunk in a fog that refused to lift.

God. What’s happening to me?

I shifted on the soft bed where I was laying–It felt way softer than the small, hard bed we had at the motel and a sharp pain greeted my center. I winced.

I sat up immediately. The room tilted, spinning around me, but the jolt cleared some of the fog, and pieces of memory began to click into place like shattered glass sliding back into a mirror.

I blinked hard with a racing heart as I took in my surroundings.

Clean, modern decor. Stark blacks and greys. That dark leather chair. The massive window half–shaded by blackout curtains. And… Wait. A massive painting of me on the wall just directly opposite the bed?

No. No, no, no.

It was Kester’s room.

That monster!

My stomach turned violently, bile creeping up my throat.

I tore the covers off, staring down at my bare thighs. They were bruised and flushed, with faint traces of him still on my skin. I clutched the sheets to my chest, my breath shaking and my chest tight like it was caving in.

What did he do to me?

“I killed her…”

The words echoed in my skull like a haunting chant.

“I killed her…”

“I killed her…

“I killed her…”

It wouldn’t stop. His voice, almost emotionless, reverberated through me until my skin crawled.

He didn’t even blink when he said it. He sounded like it was just another fact he was stating.

He doesn’t blink before taking a life.

How the hell was I supposed to feel safe around him? What happens when his rage turns on me? When something I say or do triggers that switch?

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Chapter 271.

What if one day I become a neat in his mind?

What if I become disposable?

The ringing of my phone startled me. I jumped, my heart slamming against my ribs. I grabbed the phone and stared at the screen.