Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274

“The other two times you hit m… he murmured through clenched ws, his voice dropping an octave, “I let you.”

He stepped in, his chest brushing mine.

“Not anymore. So, don’t get used to it, baby.”

I tried to pull away, but his grip didn’t budge. His other hand came to cup my jaw. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, panic and fury battling for control.

Was this it? Was this where he’d smash my head against the wall or ip out my heart or… Gods… How did I become this terrified of this man?

“Kester, let me go,” I hissed.

But he just leaned in, close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath against my cheek. I could smell the citrus on his skin from his damn cologne, and I hated that it still made my stomach flutter.

“I didn’t have my fill last night,” he whispered, lips brushing against my ear. “And I’m still horny as fuck.”

My blood ran cold.

And you know what gets me turned on, sweetheart?” he whispered, his breath as hot as sin. “When you get all tough. All that fire in your eyes…..” His fingers brushed my waist, “Keep it up. Keep being feisty. I dare you.”

He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping until it was nothing but breath and filth.

“Because I promise you–keep fighting me, and you’ll end up tied to that bed again, spread wide and helpless… taking every inch of a tough fuck until you are nothing but a trembling mess, crying and begging me to stop.”

I sucked in a breath that refused to fill my lungs, and he chuckled like a sick fuck, leaning closer, brows drawing together as if it were concern, “Don’t worry, baby,” he whispered, brushing his fingers against my lower stomach in a twisted parody of tenderness. “I’ll make sure not to hurt our child. Just like I didn’t last night.”

My skin recoiled as if it could peel away from his touch.

I stared at him with my face twisting in disgust and my lips parting in disbelief.

“You’re so sick and disgusting,” I breathed.

His smile widened like it savored the disgust on my face.

He finally let go of my wrist, but not before dragging his fingers slowly down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps that made me want to claw my own flesh off.