bChapter /bb369 /b

FIVE YEARS AGO.

KESTER.

It wasn’t working. I had done everything and I mean everything.

I’d bugged her phone, tracked her calls, read every damn text she ever recieved. Herputer? It was mirrored to mine. I could see what she saw, click for click.

I even installed keyloggers on her fuckingptop. I knew what she Googled. I knew what she deleted, I knew everything

I stalked her. No apologies. Every day. Every fucking step. Wherever she went, I wasn’t far behind, to make sure she wasn’t bmeeting /bbup /bbwith /bany of those boys I warned her not to meet.

No more Nathan. No more James. No more smiley little fuckers in her life. I made sure every guy that so bmuch /bas looked at her twice backed off and stayed away. I built a fucking wall around her.

I had sessfully made every boy around her scared of her. She literally didn’t have any male friends anymore.

I watched her every fucking day through the hole on the wall, breathing her in. The other day, I even bsaw /bher attempt to give herself ba /bblittle/bb, /bcurious rub around her panties, but she didn’t even know how tob, /bor what her body wanted, so she gave up, clearly frustratedb. /bShe pulled her nightgown back down and curled into her nket like she bwas /bembarrassed.

She didn’t know I was watching and that I was dying.

That view – that fucking perfect view of her on her back, hair spread on the pillowb, /bthighs just barely parted – it almost destroyed me.

Fuck. It took every ounce of self control in me not to barge into her room and fuck her tight little pussy with my fingers until she begged me to insert my cock in there.

I almost lost my mind that night.

I’d imagined too many times, those trembling fingers of hers, reced with mine. My hand forcing her legs apart with my voice bin /bbher /bear, telling her exactly how to touch herself, or better yet, letting me do it for her.

Her bed was positioned in a way that gave me the perfect view. Even though I couldn’t have a clear view of what her pussy looked like, bmy /bimagination didn’t need help anymore. I’d already filled in the nks while I looked at her parted thighs. Her bpussy /bwas still untouched b– /bbtight/b, wet, and virgin–soft.

Fuck.

I’d jerked off to her more times than I could count. Some nights twice. Other nights, more. I didn’t feel guilt anymore. Just hunger, obsessionb, /b

and need.

But I still wasn’t satisfied. A part of me still felt empty. Totally empty.

What I wanted was simple… I wanted to own her totally. Chasing boys away from her didn’t do the btrick /bbanymore/b. bI /bwanted bher /bbto /bbbe /bbmine /bband /bmine alone. And I wanted her to know that she was mine.

I wanted to bhave /bbess /bto her body. bI /bwanted all of her. Her time. Her body. Her mind. Her fucking soul.

I wanted to crawl into her world and seal the exit bshut/b.

I didn’t want her to be bjust /bafraid of me. I wanted her owned. I wanted her to understand bthat /bbshe /bbwasn’t /bbhers /bbanymore/b.

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bShe /bwas mine.

bI /bwanted to do so many unholy things to that gorgeous body of hers. And I wanted her to thank me for it.

She was already terrified of me. The other day, she said I wasn’t the big brother she used to know.

Damn right, I wasn’t.

That part of me died a long time ago.

I had be cold and distant. I hardly ever said much to her, or even looked at her for longer than five seconds.

I didn’t want to lose it.

I had be Alpha. And I had taken over my father’spany. I made a decision I know would be beneficial for us all. I’d bbe /bbleaving /btown. Three hours away from home.

–

–

Maybe just maybe I’d outgrow this… madness. This obsession that had sunk its teeth into my spine and refused to fucking blet /bbgo/b.

June had been on my neck nonstop. Always trying to squeeze herself into the space Kasmine filled. Maybe if I bgave /bher a shot, she’d bbe /benough of a distraction to make me forget about Kasmine.

The door to my room pushed open ever so slowly, and I already knew who it was.

She cleared her throat and asked, “Can Ie in?”

I didn’t even look back. I kept folding my clothes and dumping them into the open suitcase on bmy /bbed.

Sure. Come in.” I replied.

I felt her soft presence drawing nearer to me, and her fragranceb? /b

Fucking hell. Sweet, fresh, and stupidly addictive.

“Stop,” I snapped, turning toward her before she crossed the invisible line I set for myself.

Her eyes widened, and I could practically taste the fear leaking from her.

As usual, she was putting on her usual crop top and skimpy Jean short that barely covered her ass cheeks.

Her thighs were glowing. Her skin was soft, and those damn shorts were tight enough to make a priest lose focusb. /b

Did this girl want to get fucked?

I’d warned her not to wear such clothes anymore around the house. But she never ever listens. She was sometimes bway /btoo stubborn for bmy /b

liking.

Her fingers were intertwined together with her hands at her back, all shy and innocent, like a little girl babout /bbto /bbask /bbfor /bba /bbnew /bbtoy/b. bAnd /bthat postureb? /bFuck. It pushed her boobs towards me like a fucking invitation. And her nipplesb? /bRound band /bbhard /blike stonesb, /bbpoking /bbthrough /bbthe /bfabric of her top like they were trying to say hi.

I forced my eyes bto /bstay on her face. “What?” I bit out.

“I…” she cleared her throat and swallowedb, /b“I just came to

say goodbyeb… /bAnd that I’d miss you.”

Liesb. /b

I knew she wouldn’t miss me. I was certain she was excited that I was leaving. Now she could finally talk to these other prys 1 scared away. Probably couldn’t wait for me to leave and give her the fucking freedom she always secretly wanted.

“Alright. Be good.” I said, still holding her nervous gaze.

She still stood there, unable to meet my gaze. Did she want something else?

“Wha…” I was just about asking what else she needed when, like a sh of light, she closed the distance between us and wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her face in my chest.

“I’ve missed you, Kester,” she mumbled into me. “And I’ll miss you even more.”

I stood frozen, fists clenched at my sides. I could feel her warmth, her heartbeat, the soft drag of her fingers clutching my shirt.

Was she crying?

“Kasmine…” I whispered. I didn’t mean to. But it just came out.

“Please stay safe out there, Kester. No matter what happens.”

And just like that, she fucking ruined me again. Because staying safe became an assignment and a responsibility to me. Because, no matter what I did, I always remembered that I had to stay safe for her.

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