All Chapters of Choked And Claimed By My Brother’s Best Friend : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JosephineThe laptop glows in front of me, a screen full of unreleased headlines I can’t bring myself to read. Congratulatory texts keep lighting up my phone.I should feel proud. Triumphant.But all I feel is exposed.Though, it’s not the media frenzy or the merger I can’t stop thinking about. It’shim.The way Alexander looked at me today. Like I was salvation wrapped in skin. Like I was the only person who could see through the noise and into something real.“Because someone believed I could be more than a headline.”His voice still echoes in my chest, low and reverent, like a vow. And it guts me. Because I believed it, too. Because some part of me, stupid, reckless, breakable, wants it to be true.Wants him to be true.And that terrifies me.The bathroom door swings open with a soft creak.Alexander steps out, steam swirling behind him. His dark hair is damp, curling slightly at the ends, and a faint sheen of water glistens on his nec

Josephine His fingers hook in the waistband of my panties, pulling them down, his fingers trace the curve of my ass, the backs of my thighs. I shiver, my body arching into his touch. He growls, a deep, primal sound, and I know he wants me as much as I want him. He leans back onto his knees as I lay in front of him, gazing down to my glistening pussy. "You're so wet for me,dolcezza." He grips his dick, precum oozing from the tip. Taking the condom, he removes it from the package and rolls it down his shaft. I’m overwhelmed by every inch of him, the heat of his skin, the hardness of his cock. His control as he starts to move, his hips thrusting against mine. I clutch his shoulders, anchoring myself as he moves, and the world falls away. Our bodies move together in sync, each movement deep and deliberate. He holds eye contact the entire time, almost daring me to look away. As if he’s se

Alexander After Josephine leaves, the apartment falls into a silence that’s almost too loud.I pace a slow loop between the kitchen and the living room, staring at the couch where we kissed. Where we didn’t stop. Where we started something that ended with her coming apart beneath me and walking away after I fell asleep.I can’t shake the feeling that last night changed things, and not just between us.It’s in the way she avoided my eyes this morning, in the stretch of silence that wasn’t awkward but thick with somethingunspoken. Like we’re standing on the edge of something, hearts racing, waiting for someone to move first.My phone buzzes with a text on the counter, and I don’t have to look to know who it is.I don’t read it, I hit call instead.Nicholas answers on the second ring. “You’re up early.”“I haven’t really slept, especially after our conversation last night.” I drag a hand through my hair.“Any word?”“Nothing solid. But I talked

Josephine By the time I drag my exhausted ass through the door, it’s past ten and I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck driven by corporate lawyers and fueled by pure malice.The apartment is dim except for the TV flickering like a digital campfire and the soft clink of ice against glass that signals Alexander’s found the good whiskey again.He’s sprawled across the couch like he owns it—which, technically, neither of us do since it’s corporate housing—one arm tucked behind his head, the other wrapped around a crystal tumbler that probably costs more than my last three meals combined. His shirt’s rumpled, collar undone, and his eyes have that half-lidded thing happening that’s definitely not just from the alcohol.“You look comfortable,” I say, dropping my bag by the door and kicking off heels that were designed by someone who clearly hates women.“Better now.” His voice has that roughened edge that makes my pulse do stupid things.I hesitate before settling

Alexander She pulls me inside the changing room, the door clicking shut behind us, and suddenly, we’re in our own little world of shadows and sharp breath.Her back hits the mirror, and I barely have time to groan before her mouth is on mine. Hot, hungry, commanding.It’s not a kiss, it’s a damn takeover. And I’m not fighting it.Her hands are already on my belt, fingers working fast.“You going to just stand there?” she murmurs, lips ghosting my jaw.“Fuck.” I slide my hands down the lace clinging to her thighs.She laughs, low and wicked, and pulls a condom from her purse like it’s a challenge.“Make sure that door is locked, we don’t want an audience.”I look back at the door.Door locked. Check“Hold this for a minute,” Her lips curve into a smirk as she places the wrapped condom toward my mouth, so I hold it between my lips.Before I can process what is happening, she ties her hair in a bun and drops to her knees.The blazer