All Chapters of Claimed by my Biker Stepbrother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Pearl I woke up to a body that felt like it had been through a beautiful, carnal war. Every time I shifted under the silk sheets, a new ache bloomed, like a delicious, throbbing reminder of exactly how Zander had spent the night claiming me.Call me crazy or whatever, but I actually smiled at the memory of me and him all over again. I rolled out of bed, my legs feeling slightly like lead, and caught my reflection in the full-length mirror. I stopped dead, not expecting what the hell I saw. For the next couple of seconds, I almost didn't believe my eyes. My skin was a roadmap of last night’s intensity. There were dark, blossoming hickeys along my collarbone, but it was the bruises on my hips that made my breath hitch. They were the perfect shape of Zander’s fingers, a permanent mark of the way he’d held me steady while he’d used my body for his own personal worship.Images flashed behind my eyes, making my core hum with a fresh wave of heat. I tried so hard to fight it, but clearly

Zander The thudding at the door was a rhythm I planned to silence with my bare hands. I wasn't exactly a patient person, but I liked to think that at this point, if I strangled Ryan to death, everyone would understand. Every fucking body would agree that he had pushed me to the wall and it was only normal that I reacted this way. My blood was still vibrating from the feel of Pearl’s mouth on me, the heat of her throat, and the way she’d looked up at me with that perfect, splattered face. Hell,I didn't mind remaining in that world forever. I would give everything to remain there. She hadn't just lit a fire in me. I was barely satiated, heavy with the weight of possession, and now someone was trying to break into our sanctuary. I didn't bother reaching for a shirt. I didn't even bother to zip my jeans all the way back up, leaving the denim hanging low on my hips, the top button undone to show exactly how hurried my "finish" had been. I wanted whoever was on the other side of that

Pearl Zander didn't say anything for a long moment. He just stood over me, his chest still heaving slightly, looking down at me as I knelt there, marked by him in every sense of the word. Time seemed to slow to a halt as he took me in, like I was a piece of art he couldn't believe he had in his possession. He must have snapped out of it eventually because he left briefly, just to reach for a discarded towel near the kitchen entrance and knelt beside me, his movements surprisingly gentle as he began to wipe the remnants of his release from my face.His touch was meticulous, almost reverent. For a second, the predator was gone, and replaced by a man who looked at me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat."Beautiful," he murmured. It wasn't directed at me, not really; it was like he was talking to himself, acknowledging a truth he couldn't quite wrap his head around.The heat flared in my cheeks, a different kind of burn than the one currently pulsing between my thighs. I

Pearl I was a vibrating wire of nerves and leftover lust, and you just had to believe me when I said it wasn't a nice feeling. The second Zander’s footsteps retreated down the hall and probably behind Vienna, I scrambled away from the door, my mind racing faster than my pulse. I had maybe sixty seconds to transform from a "wrecked, claimed woman" into a "grumpy, sleep-deprived roommate."And the worst part? I had to sell it too, or Zander's performance would have been for nothing. Great. No pressure. No fucking pressure at all. I sprinted to my closet, my movements frantic. I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror and nearly choked. My hair was a bird's nest of knots from Zander’s fisted hands, my lips were swollen to twice their size, and my neck, my neck was a damn crime scene. Dark, plum-colored brands decorated my collarbone like a map of everywhere he’d been.“Shit, shit, shit,” I hissed, pulling a thick, high necked black hoodie over my head. I followed it w

Chapter 57Pearl The silence in my bedroom was thick, heavy, and smelled like the best kind of trouble. I was curled into Zander’s side, my head resting on his chest as his heart rhythmically thrummed against my ear. For the first time in forever, my brain was quiet. I had no worries about the past, no anxiety about the future, just the lingering, buzzing warmth between my thighs and the weight of Zander’s arm draped possessively over my waist. I hadn't been to heaven before, but I liked to think this was a close second. Maybe I was counting my eggs before they hatched, but right now, I would give anything to stay in this moment forever. Maybe Vienna leaving was the action I didn't know I needed. I snuck a glance at Zander and he looked absolutely peaceful asleep. His eyelashes rested and teased his face, and I suddenly fought the urge to trace them. He has freckles dusting the side of his nose. ….What the hell was wrong with me? I trailed off. Zander was blissfully asleep, and