All Chapters of My Brother's Worst Enemy Craves Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41 Skye’s POV His hand froze between my legs. The circles stopped. His whole body went still beneath me even though I kept moving‚ kept riding him‚ kept rolling my hips in slow deliberate waves that I could tell were making it very hard for him to think. "What did you just say?" he asked. "You heard me." I clenched around him on purpose and watched his jaw tighten as he fought to maintain control. "What did you do to me ten years ago?" "I don't know what you're talking about‚ Skye." "Yes you do." "I have no idea what you're—" I slammed my hips down on him so hard that the breath left his lungs in a rush. Then I did it again‚ and again‚ and again‚ riding him at a pace so fast and so rough that his hands scrambled for my hips and his mouth fell open and a strangled sound ripped out of his throat that was somewhere between a groan and a shout. I was bouncing on his cock with everything I had‚ my thighs burning‚ my breasts bouncing with every impact‚ my walls cle

Chapter 43 Skye's POV "WHERE IS SHE?!" Ethan's voice echoed through the entire building. "Where's who?" Thorne asked. Ethan's fist connected with Thorne's mouth before the last syllable even left his lips. The crack of knuckles against jaw echoed through the house and Thorne stumbled backward‚ his hand flying to his face. When he pulled it away‚ blood was smeared across his lower lip and dripping down his chin. "Where is my sister?!" Ethan screamed. Thorne looked at the blood on his fingers. Then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and scoffed like he had just been mildly inconvenienced. "Is that your hello after ten years‚ Ethan?" he asked. "Don't fucking play with me‚ Thorne!" I pressed myself deeper into the shadow of the staircase. My whole body was shaking so hard that I had to grip the railing with both hands to keep from collapsing. Through the gap I could see Ethan's bloodshot eyes and the veins bulging in his neck and the way his entire body was v

Chapter 45 Skye's POV Two weeks. It had been two whole weeks since Ethan dragged me out of Thorne's house and I had been doing nothing but existing. Waking up‚ staring at the ceiling‚ eating when my mom forced a plate in front of me‚ and going back to bed. That was my entire routine now and I hated every second of it. My mom had noticed. Of course she had. She noticed everything. "Skye‚ what happened between you and your brother?" she asked me one evening while I was sitting at the kitchen table pushing rice around my plate with a fork. "You two haven't argued in days. You haven't called him annoying or thrown a pillow at his head or done any of the things you normally do. Something is wrong." "It's nothing serious‚ Mom‚" I said without looking up. "It doesn't look like nothing serious." "It is. We just had a small disagreement. It'll pass." It wouldn't pass. I knew that and she probably knew it too‚ but she let it go because my mom had always been the kind of woma

Chapter 47 Skye's POV Remind me why I hate clubs again? Ugh‚ don't even bother. I could see it clearly the moment I stepped through the front entrance. The music was so loud it vibrated through my ribcage and made my teeth rattle. The air smelled like sweat and perfume and spilled alcohol and the strobe lights were flashing so fast that everyone on the dance floor looked like they were moving in slow motion. Bodies were pressed against bodies everywhere I looked‚ grinding and swaying and touching in ways that would have made me uncomfortable three months ago. Three months ago I was a different person. I looked down at myself and almost couldn't believe what I was wearing. It was a white sleeveless bodycon dress that stopped way above my knees‚ so tight it hugged every curve I had like it was painted onto my skin. I had bought it two years ago during a moment of impulse shopping and then shoved it to the very back of my closet where it had been collecting dust ever since be

Chapter 49 Skye's POV Thorne… oh no! Oh god no! My body started shaking the moment he started walking towards me. He pushed the woman off his arm like she was nothing‚ like she didn't even exist‚ and his pale blue eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach drop to the floor. He continued walking toward me‚ moving through the crowd with long deliberate strides‚ and people moved out of his way without him even having to ask because that was just what happened when Thorne Anderson decided he wanted to get somewhere. I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready to face him. Not here‚ not now‚ not when I was tipsy and emotional and wearing a dress that barely covered anything. My heart was already doing things it had no business doing just from seeing his face across a dark room. Two weeks of silence and he shows up looking like that in a perfectly tailored black suit with his jaw clenched and his eyes burning‚ and I was supposed to just stand here and have a conve