Mate to my obsessive stepbrother novel - Chapter 125

Chapter 125 KASMINE. "Let me go, Kester!" I managed to choke out, but my words barely made it past my dry throat. I clawed at his arm as I struggled against the iron grip around my throat. His body pressed into mine, caging me against the wall, heat radiating from him like an inferno. But it was his eyes-those eyes-that made terror freeze up my blood. Dark. Dilated. Ferocious. Unhinged. "Kester," I gasped, my voice cracking, "you're hurting me!" His lips curled into a wicked, twisted smile.

"Good," he murmured, as if that was what he wanted, as if my panic was exactly what he needed. "Good." "Please…" I breathed. "What? Can't stand the beast you awakened?" He seethed, his words coming in a snarl. "Such a perfect performance tonight, Kasmine. Bravo." His voice was simmering with a madness that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It was like I wasn't even looking at the man I knew anymore. This was something else-something unrecognizable and dangerous.

His face was inches from mine, breath fanning across my cheek, bitter with whisky and rage. I kicked my feet against the ground, trying to push myself away from the wall, but it was pointless. His body was like a cage. He wasn't moving, and every breath felt like it might be my last. My lungs screamed for air as his grip tightened around my throat, fingers digging in, making my vision blur at the edges. I wheezed. My legs weakened. My body trembled. Stars began to pop behind my eyes.

I could feel life slipping in slow motion. "Didn't I warn you not to go anywhere around Jaden ever again?" He growled, baring his teeth, "Yet you defied me, Mine. You did." His grip on my throat shifted, digging in even deeper. "Didn't I tell you I'd make you pay if you kept pushing me? If you kept testing me? And now, look where we are." Something dark flashed across his face. Then, finally, thank Selene and her mercies, his hand dropped from my throat.

I stumbled, coughing, clutching my neck, but before I could pull away, his hand shot out, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. "What else do you want from me, Kasmine? What?" He pulled away and took a step back, and I could feel frustration radiating from him. "It doesn't matter anymore, Kester.