All Chapters of Claimed By The Tyrant Brother : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Thorne’s POVThe hammer connected with a sickening crack.“Fuck!" Caleb’s scream tore through the sterile room, his body arching off the hospital bed. He clutched his arm like it might fall off, blood rushing to his pale face as sweat dripped down his temples.I smirked, rolling the hammer in my palm. “You think it’s funny, huh? Playing pretend? Making my Delilah worry for you with all your fake groans?” I leaned close, my voice dropping to a whisper against his ear. “Guess it doesn’t feel so funny now, does it?” “You bastard… you’ll pay for this.” He spat.Empty threats. He hasn’t got a single tough bone in his damn body. Pathetic I chuckled, straightening. “Oh, you’re still stubborn? Even with a bone snapping like twigs under this hammer?” I tilted my head, studying him like an insect I’d pinned to glass. “That’s impressive. Stupid, but impressive.”Caleb’s lips curled, a twisted smile pushing through his grimace. “Delilah… she’ll never love you. You think hurting me makes you the

Delilah’s POVI stormed upstairs, throwing on jeans and a blouse with shaking hands. I grabbed my phone and purse hastily. I wasn’t going to breathe the same air as him a second longer. I'd stay in a hotel, anywhere but here.When I swung the door open to leave, I slammed straight into him. The tray tipped, the bowl of steaming food splashing across my chest and arms.“Shit!” I yelped, stumbling back, the burn biting my skin. Now my blouse is ruined, thanks to this annoying ass. Caleb’s eyes widened, his broken arm trembling under the weight of the tray. “I—sorry. Your aunt said I should take this up to your room.” Then he had the nerve to smirk. “And of course, I know no matter how angry you are, you can’t resist your favorite meal.”Oh you have no idea. He has no idea what I’ve become.I folded my arms. “How’s Cheryse, Caleb? Does she know you’re crawling around like a fucking pest in my life? What do you want from me?”“Delilah, look—I’m sorry.” His voice softened. His eyes glist

General POV:“I can’t live without you,” he rasped, before crushing his mouth against hers. The desperate clash of lips drew a soft and sinful moan from her throat. It was so erotic it made his entire body jolt with greed.He wanted to drown in that sound. Maybe record it and play it every morning, every night—let it be his only addiction. He so badly wanted to do it.His tongue slid past her parted lips, possessively. He nibbled her bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth before sucking it slowly, savoring her like a drug. Damn! Five days of ignoring him…five fucking days he couldn't smell her. That was suicidal.“Th—” she tried to say his name, breathless, broken into syllables, and the shortened version alone snapped the last thread of his control.Something molten spilled inside him. It was sweet, violent and unstoppable.Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging hard, ripping a hiss of pleasure from his chest. Pain, but the kind he craved, the kind that fed the madness she ignite

Delilah POVHours later…I couldn't stop my endless thoughtsHis arm was heavy around my waist, his body still hot from what we’d just done. I could feel his gaze burning into me, the way Thorne always did—like I was some rare, forbidden thing he’d stolen and had no intention of giving back, and it made me fucking elated.“Tell me,” he murmured. “What’s the most intense thing you’ve ever done, little fox?”I smiled faintly. Intense? Fucking Thorne is hella Intense, but that's not what I'm thinking about right now. “You really want to know?”His eyes sharpened. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”I drew in a breath, embarrassed but oddly proud of the recklessness. “Well… there was a time I… masturbated with a hot candle. In public.”I squeezed my eyes, waiting for his laugh, but it didn't come.. Instead, his hand tightened at my hip. “And…” I sighed, the memory souring the playful heat of confession. “Once I stripped for Caleb, blindfolded. You know, I thought it was just between us. But he

Thorne’s POV The flashing red and blue lights washed over the courtyard, painting Caleb’s bloodied face in strobe-like fury. My chest was still heaving from the fight and my fist ached but I couldn’t stop grinning.Two officers strode closer, their guns half raised. “You’re both under arrest.”Delilah’s eyes snapped to mine first. God, that glare. It was sharp enough to cut, cold enough to freeze hell over. And yet, I couldn’t resist. I tilted my head, lips curling into a slow smirk, and blew her a kiss.Her nostrils flared. “You…”Caleb staggered forward, pointing at me like a man possessed. “You can’t arrest me! Can’t you see I’m the victim here? I almost died!” He yelled. His gaze darted to Delilah. “Tell them! Tell them the truth, Delilah! Tell them.. “I barked out a laugh, cutting him off.“Victim? You drove your wreck straight into my gates, brat. You’re lucky I didn’t finish the job before they showed up.”Delilah didn’t say a word. Not one fucking word. Instead, she looked a