Chapter 51
KASMINE.
"Kester, no! You can't do this." My voice trembled, but it barely left my lips before he had me. His grip was firm, almost punishing, as he yanked me toward him by my ankle. I gasped when I felt the weight of him press down on me, the heat of his body sinking into mine, and the realization of how much trouble I had gotten into came hitting me hard.
"You're my brother," I rasped, fingers curling against his chest as if I could push him away. "This was never meant to go this far. Please, Kester—"
But reason had long left his eyes.
Desperation surged through me. I cupped his face in my shaking hands, forcing him to look at me. "I'm your sister. This is wrong, Kes..." I whispered, pleading, searching for a glimmer of restraint in those smoldering, ravenous eyes.
Never
