All Chapters of Choked And Claimed By My Brother’s Best Friend : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The second time I walked into Truman Academy’s event space, I felt like I’d accidentally stumbled through a portal between dimensions. Gone were the sophisticated florals and gold accents that had screamed “we have money and taste”—replaced by strobing disco lights that could trigger seizures and rainbow streamers that looked like a unicorn had exploded across the ceiling. Where a string quartet had once provided tasteful background ambiance, some DJ was now butchering a song that had every teenager in the room losing their collective minds, jumping and screaming lyrics I couldn’t decipher over the bass assault.I spotted Allie before she had any chance to notice me—a tactical advantage that gave me exactly thirty seconds to mentally prepare for the inevitable emotional gut punch.She stood across the dance floor like she’d been strategically positioned to destroy my remaining sanity. Her hair was swept into some intricate updo that probably had a fancy French name, with del

Something Allie had said at the dance had lodged itself in my brain like a splinter made of pure psychological torture. You know that feeling when you get something stuck between your teeth—some microscopic piece of food that your tongue becomes obsessed with? That annoying, invisible irritant that hijacks your entire mental bandwidth until you find floss or lose your mind trying?That was my current existence, except the floss was an uncomfortable truth I’d been avoiding like a root canal.Constance-me.Not that was when I was cosplaying as Constance.Not that was part of my brilliant deception strategy.Constance-me.The phrase had taken up permanent residence in the same mental corner where I stored Constance’s debut speech at the White Ball—you know, when she’d introduced Alicia to New York’s elite as her sister. Blood relation be damned, half the city now assumed they were genetically connected. One speech, and she’d rewritten their entire family narrati

When I came back to the living room, towels and robe in hand, Alicia stood in the exact same spot where I’d left her, eyes on the growing puddle beneath her. I tossed a towel down at her feet and it was soaked instantly. She slipped out of her shoes and stepped onto the dry corner of the towel.“How much do you want to crawl out of your skin right now?” I asked, handing her a towel. She may have looked calm and collected, but I had a feeling she was going through sensory hell.“I’m okay-ish,” she replied as she clamped the towel through her hair, “better once the wet clothes are off, but at least it’s just water.” She handed the towel back and before I had a second to even consider turning around, she wiggled her jeans down her legs. They squelched against the floor. Her legs had turned as pink as her face, her veins working overtime to keep her warm. Even though I figured it was coming next, I didn’t even pretend to look away when she pulled the sweater off and dropped it o

I was still a little dazed and breathing hard when Alonzo sat me down on the edge of his bed and peeled the robe off, trailing kisses along my shoulders. I hummed, leaning into him, grasping for his shirt. He pushed my hands back down, pressing them against the mattress. “Not yet.”“Fine.”His kisses trailed up my throat, sending a warm shiver down my spine. “Do you remember the first night you stayed over?”“Are you going to feed me peanut curry again?”Alonzo stepped to his nightstand and the second he pulled the drawer open, I knew. A moment later, he pulled out the silver bar with the leather cuffs on each end, and my throat tightened. “May I?” I watched him extend the bar like a telescope, tripling its lengths to somewhere between four and five feet. And even though I understood the concept, I was struggling to come up with positions that would be comfortable in or that even required this kind of tool, because I was more than happy to open my legs for him

I blinked, disoriented, and suddenly I was flat on my back, my head pressed into the pillows, lungs fighting for air, staring up into the storm-gray slate of Alonzo’s eyes. My chest heaved like I’d run a marathon. His gaze burned into me, hot and unrelenting.“God, you’re gorgeous,” I whispered, my throat raw, words spilling without permission.A low chuckle rumbled from him, dark amusement curling over his lips. “That’s your first thought after coming apart like that?”“Yeah… mh-hmm,” I hummed, a dazed smile tugging at my mouth. But as clarity seeped back in, so did the dull, throbbing pressure in my hips. He’d left the plug inside. On my back, it pressed unforgivingly deep, stretching me further with every tiny shift.“Sounds like I need to up my game,” he teased, the sharp gleam in his eyes making my stomach tighten.“Oh no, don’t worry,” I managed, dragging my gaze down the smooth ridges of his torso, landing on the unmistakable outline of his cock straining against his pants. Hea