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Chapter 54

KASMINE.

He tasted like sin–dark, forbidden, and impossibly addictive. He was like every dark thoughts I’d ever had. How could something so forbidden be this addictive?

I should hate myself for this. I should feel shame curling in my stomach, twisting my insides. But instead, all I felt was heat. A deep, smoldering ache that refused to be ignored.

I was conflicted. But my desires were becoming stronger than my conflicts. Desire had a cruel way of twisting my reality, making the forbidden feel like the only thing that made sense.

Kester was a god–of sin, of pleasure, of ruin. And I had let him destroy me in the most devastating way possible.

He fucked like a god–like he owned me. And maybe he did.

Any woman would kill to have this.

Every part of me still throbbed with the memory of his touch. The way he stretched me and filled me so completely I thought I’d tear. The sinful, unbearable pleasure that left my body trembling at his mercy. The dirty words he whispered into my ears while he fucked me senseless. It all made my core quake.

When he kissed me, his lips tasted of dominance and ruin.

His kiss tasted like venom, but I drank it willingly.

I had given him everything–my first time, my innocence, my body. And instead of regret, all I could think about was how much I wanted him again.

I should feel disgusted about losing my virginity to my brother. Instead, I felt different. I craved more of him, even though I still felt sore down there. A part of me was glad he was my first because he made it worth every bit of it.

He had fucked me, almost losing himself in the process. I nearly died of the combination of pain and pleasure I felt all at once.

It felt as though the more sinful it was, the more I was becoming drawn to it.

“You’re still trembling,” he murmured against my shoulder, “Do you still regret it, little sister?”

My heart pounded. Did I?

No.

Because the way he made me feel–the way he unraveled me, shattered me, and put me back together–was unlike anything else in this world. And that terrified me more than anything.

His tongue darted out, slowly licking up the side of my face before finding my neck, biting and nibbling, and for a moment, I was scared he was going to mark me

“Too consumed to speak?” He stopped the sweet, sensational kiss he was peppering my naked body with, and my eyes half–opened, wondering why he stopped, but instead of an explanation, I felt his rough hands holding me by my thighs and flipping me over so I was laying on my stomach.

“What the hell?” I asked, attempting to turn my head to have a better view of what he hand held the back of my neck to keep me in place.

as about to do, but his

“Stay still,” He commanded and grabbed my hips, pulling me forcefully toward himself so my ass bumped into his raging cock.

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This position made my back arch low while my ass was almost high up in the air. I knew this position. I had seen it before, and it didn’t seem like one I’d like.

Didn’t Claire say this position gave a better and deeper penetration? My poor vagina wasn’t ready for that… Not from a man the size of Rester.

“Kester. I don’t want to be like this,” my voice quivered, and my protest was very weak.

He just smirked and slapped my folds, “You’ll be the good girl you are and take all I have to offer, won’t you?”

I only whimpered in response as one of his hands left my lips, guiding his hot length toward my entrance. “Fuck…” He growled before impaling half his length into my wet pussy.

“Kes!” I shrieked. My whole body tightened, and the sensation felt a thousand times more intense and overwhelming in this position.

My hips instinctively lowered down on the mattress, but he grabbed me, pulling me back up forcefully, making my ass bump into his crotch, and eliciting another cry from me. “You don’t get to pull away from me, Kasmine. I’ve told you before!”

Tears gathered in my eyes as I struggled to keep up with his thrusts when he reached out to my clit, stroking it gently while he thrust into me.

The sensation was maddening. I had never felt anything close to pleasure the way I did now, Tears of naughty pleasure ran down my cheek, and I found myself attempting to grind on his cock.

“Ahh.. Mine…” He breathed, his fingers digging into my hips. He was enjoying what I was doing. And even though the pain was still there, the pleasure his fingers administered to my clit while he slammed the fuck out of my Innocent pussy, clouded every ounce of pain I felt.

I felt him inch deeper into me, pushing in more of his length, “I want to fill you up with the whole of my cock. Your body was made for this… For me… It has to fit,” He said through gritted teeth as he pulled out to the tip, and before I could brace myself up for whatever he meant, I felt a searing pain shoot through me. He just forced his whole length inside me.

A scream tore through my throat at the impact. It was like I was being disvirgined for the second time.

I twisted around, my knees digging into the mattress, but his hold at the back of my neck tightened while the other hand kept torturing my clit with those strokes, which were becoming harder.

I flopped down to the bed, and he followed me, resting his weight on my back.

The sounds of wet flesh slapping against flesh filled the roon. His breaths came in harsh rasps as his thrusts became more erratic.

His muscles stiffened, and so did my walls. I couldn’t hold back the pleasure gathering within me.

A loud cry tore through my throat, my juices leaking out of my abused hole as I felt his warm seeds splashing against my insides.

“Fuck! Mine!” He growled, his movements becoming short and jerky before he fell limply on me.

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Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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My Stepbrother

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Status: Ongoing Type: Alpha Native Language: English

My Stepbrother

Synopsis : My Stepbrother

Kasmine’s world shattered the night she witnessed her stepbrother, Kester Hamilton—the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack—murder an innocent man in cold blood. What began as a normal evening in the woods turned into a nightmare that would haunt her forever. The man Kester killed was no threat; he had only been talking to Kasmine. Yet Kester justified the murder by claiming the man tried to force himself on her.

Trembling and terrified, Kasmine confronted him, refusing to believe his twisted explanation. But Kester’s demeanor remained disturbingly calm. He didn’t show an ounce of remorse. Instead, he scolded her for being dramatic and tried to drag her back to the party, as if nothing had happened. When she resisted, he unleashed his Alpha command—a power no wolf could defy. Under his control, Kasmine’s will crumbled, and she obeyed him like a puppet.

As she returned to the party—ironically, Kester’s girlfriend’s birthday celebration—Kasmine’s heart broke. The brother who once protected her now scared her more than anyone else.

Her mind drifted back to her childhood, to the days when Kester had been her hero. After her father’s death, her mother remarried Alpha Kade Hamilton, Kester’s father. At the time, Kester was fourteen and Kasmine was only seven. He took her under his wing, treating her like a precious little sister. He brought her gifts, defended her from bullies, and made her feel safe. To everyone around them, Kester was the perfect big brother.

But as Kasmine grew older, that “protectiveness” became something else—something dark and possessive. By the time she turned sixteen, Kester had started isolating her from others. He didn’t allow her to have male friends, and even her time with female friends was limited. He wanted her attention, her trust, and her presence—all to himself. It became suffocating.

Now, at twenty years old, Kasmine had no boyfriend and barely any social life. Every time she tried to rebel, Kester reminded her that she should wait for her fated mate when she turned twenty-one and got her wolf. Her parents saw his control as love and protection, never suspecting how toxic and obsessive it had become.

After witnessing the murder, Kasmine was emotionally destroyed. She couldn’t eat, sleep, or think straight. The image of the lifeless man haunted her. Luckily, she only had to see Kester on weekends, since he was busy running both his pack and his billion-dollar company—Zamford Technologies. But even from a distance, his control continued. He had bugged her phone and laptop, monitoring every message and call. There was no escaping his watchful eyes.

Trying to focus on her studies, Kasmine pushed herself to attend her final year of college. She was preparing for her internship, and for once, she felt hopeful. She had submitted three company choices, deliberately avoiding Zamford Technologies to stay away from Kester. Her best friend, Jake—a guy she secretly liked—had applied to the same companies. She dreamed of being placed in the same one as him. Maybe then, away from Kester’s shadow, she could experience normal life, maybe even love.

That morning, she rushed to campus, still hopeful about the internship results. At the school entrance, she met her best friend, Claire, who looked visibly upset. Claire confessed she had been posted to J&F Technologies. Her disappointment wasn’t about the company—it was about Kester. Claire had nursed a crush on him for years and had listed Zamford Technologies in hopes of working near him. But her wish had failed, and she’d lost her chance.

Trying to comfort her, Kasmine asked about her own posting. Strangely, Claire didn’t answer, avoiding her eyes. Confused but impatient, Kasmine dragged her to the information board. Her heart raced as she scanned the list, looking first for Jake’s name. He was placed at Plush Technologies—one of the options they’d chosen together.

Excited, she searched for her name next, praying to see it under the same company. But her excitement quickly turned to dread. Her hands trembled. Her breath caught in her throat. There, beside her name, was written: Zamford Technologies.

The world seemed to tilt around her.

It couldn’t be real. There had to be some mistake. How could she, of all people, end up at her stepbrother’s company—the very place she’d tried hardest to avoid? Panic rose in her chest as the realization sank in. Kester must have done this. Somehow, he had found a way to manipulate her placement, ensuring that even in her professional life, she couldn’t escape his grasp.

Her mind flashed back to his piercing green eyes, his dominating voice, the way he’d ordered her around after committing murder without remorse. Now, he would have full control over her again—for hours every day. There would be no hiding, no breathing space.

As she stood frozen before the board, Kasmine felt her fragile hope for freedom crumble. She had spent years yearning for the day she could make her own choices—turn twenty-one, find her fated mate, and escape Kester’s suffocating hold. But now, destiny—or rather, Kester’s manipulation—had pulled her right back into his world.

And deep down, she feared that this time, she might not make it out alive.

Themes and Tone:
“The Alpha’s Obsession” explores the darkness behind overprotective love, the trauma of control disguised as care, and the pain of being trapped by someone who claims to love you. The tone is tense, emotional, and suspenseful, building a deep sense of dread as Kasmine realizes that every path she takes leads her back to the same monster she once called “brother.”