All Chapters of Claimed by my Biker Stepbrother: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Pearl The silence between us lasted longer than I expected. Longer than it should have if you asked me. I knew Zander was stubborn, he never failed to show it, even in the smallest situations, but I liked to think he surprised even me after what had happened during our last face off. He had gone absolutely quiet, and I meant a full on silent war between the both of us. Days stretched in that small house like slow-moving shadows, and we existed around each other instead of with each other. I was talking about passing in hallways, sharing the same rooms without speaking, but the tension never exploded again, it just sat there, heavy and suffocating.Zander didn’t try to start another conversation, and I refused to be the one who broke first. Before long, it became a routine neither of us acknowledged.He woke early now, earlier than me most mornings. I’d hear the faint creak of the floorboards or the soft clink of dishes from the kitchen, and when I eventually walked out, coffee

Pearl The kiss didn’t just deepen; it consumed. Call me crazy or whatever, but it felt like it was the collision of years of repressed longing and the raw, jagged edges of the truth he’d just unearthed. Zander’s mouth was a storm, tasting of salt and desperation, and for a moment, the world outside this room, the danger, the dead man, the lies and the deceit, simply ceased to exist.Zander's hold on my mouth didn't loosen, at least not for the first couple of seconds. His tongue pushed deeper into my mouth, forcing me to open up so he could explore every bit of my mouth. He only pulled back just an inch, his breath hitching against my lips. His hands framed my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones with a trembling intensity."Is this what you want, Pearl?" he rasped, his voice a jagged edge of its former self. "Tell me now. Because if I don't stop, I’m not going to be able to later.”I didn't hesitate. My fingers tangled into the fabric of his shirt, fisting the material un

Pearl The silence that followed my climax was brief, butbheavy with the scent of sex and the electric charge of what was coming next. Zander didn't give me time to recover. He stood up, his breathing ragged, and began stripping with a brutal, efficient speed. I watched, my vision still slightly blurred, as he shed his clothes. His body was a map of hard muscle and old scars, a silhouette of raw power in the dim light. I also didn't miss the black ink swirled around his chest, and for a quick second, I allowed myself imagine a scenario where I was asking him about each one of them. Seeing him like this, completely unmasked and lethal, made my pulse spike with a different kind of fear. The kind that felt like a craving.."Look at me, Pearl," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.He didn't wait for an answer. He stepped back into the V of my thighs, his hands anchoring on my hips as he dragged me to the very edge of the couch. I had to wrap my legs around his waist just t

Pearl He didn't give me a chance to breathe, let alone apologize. His hands were like iron manacles on my wrists, pinning them above my head into the cushions of the couch. He moved with a brutal, single minded focus, his body a heavy weight that anchored me to the present. The air in the room seemed to vanish, replaced by the scent of his sweat and the terrifyingly hot aura of his rage."Say my name," he growled, his voice vibrating against my collarbone as he bit down on the sensitive skin there. I let out a sharp cry, half pain and half pleasure, as I felt his teeth graze the bone. "I want to hear you scream it until that other name is burned out of your throat."He didn't give me a chance to breathe before he entered me, not with the reverence from before, but with a deep, punishing thrust that made my toes curl and my breath vanish.With each thrusts, I knew he wasn't just fucking me; he was colonizing my senses, and erasing every memory I had of anyone else."Zander," I gaspe

Pearl The buzz had stopped, but the words hadn’t. They burned behind my eyes long after the screen went dark.I lay there for a full minute, staring at the ceiling, Zander’s arm heavy over my waist, his breathing slow and even against the back of my neck,but it still didn't feel real. None of it did. I didn’t wake him. I couldn’t. No, I shouldn't, but in the grand scheme of things, it really wasn't any of his business. This had nothing to do with whoever had it out for me, so in a nutshell, I was all alone. My new reality hit me square in the chest, and I quickly told myself that if I stayed in that bed one second longer, I was going to fall apart right there against his chest.So I moved carefully, lifting his arm and sliding out from under it. The air hit my skin, cool and sobering. My body still ached in places he’d claimed hours ago, but that warmth felt distant now.I grabbed the first clothes I could find, his shirt from the floor, a pair of shorts, and pulled them on with