All Chapters of My Brother's Worst Enemy Craves Me: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 52 Skye's POV We arrived at his penthouse and he led me inside to the same couch where we had watched Netflix together while I ate his pasta and pretended I wasn't falling for him. The same couch where Julia had found us that night and everything had fallen apart. I sat down on it and pulled his suit jacket tighter around my body because underneath it my dress was still torn from where he had ripped it apart in that bathroom twenty minutes ago‚ and I could still feel him between my thighs‚ and I hated that I could still feel him between my thighs. Thorne walked to the bar in the corner of the room and poured two glasses of whiskey without saying a word. He brought one to me and I took it. Then he sat down in the armchair across from me. Not next to me. Not beside me on the couch where it would have been natural and easy. He chose the chair on the opposite side of the coffee table‚ like he needed every inch of that distance between us for what was about to come out o

CHAPTER 54 Skye's POV Someone was saying my name. "Skye. Hey‚ Skye. Wake up." The voice was close and familiar and shaking in a way that pulled me out of whatever dark‚ dreamless place I had been hiding in. I opened my eyes and the bathroom light hit me like a punch. Everything hurt. My neck was locked from being bent at a bad angle for hours. My back ached from the tile. My eyes were so swollen they barely opened all the way and my mouth tasted like bile and old whiskey and the leftover misery of a night I was never going to recover from. Ethan was kneeling in front of me. Still in his scrubs. Badge still on. Shoes still on. He must have walked in through the front door and seen my bedroom light on and then found the bathroom light on and come straight here without putting down his bag because it was still hanging off his shoulder‚ half unzipped‚ like he had dropped everything the second he saw me. His face went through about fifteen emotions in three seconds flat. Conf

CHAPTER 56 Skye's POV Five days. Five days of no contact and this time it was my choice. Not Ethan's. Not the contract. Not some outside force pulling us apart. I was the one keeping the door shut‚ clinging to a question that had been eating me alive since the moment Thorne told me the truth. Like… Why? Why would a twenty-four-year-old man risk everything to watch a fourteen-year-old girl sleep? What could possibly drive someone like Thorne‚ someone so controlled‚ so calculated‚ so deliberately careful about every move he made‚ to do something that reckless? He wasn't stupid. He had never been stupid. So what was it about me‚ at fourteen‚ that broke through every wall he had? It didn't make sense. There was a piece missing. A very important piece of information that was missing and I could feel it. A gap in the center of the story where an explanation should have been‚ and no matter how many times I turned it over in my head‚ I couldn't figure out what fit there. And

CHAPTER 58 Skye's POV He stopped three feet in front of me and I could see the rage rolling off him like heat from pavement. His jaw was locked. His arms were crossed. His eyes were so blue they almost glowed in the dark. “Why?” Thorne asked‚ his voice tight‚ like he was holding something back by force. “It’s been one week‚ Skye. One week of silence‚ and you’re already with another man?” He let out a sharp breath‚ his jaw clenching. “Why‚ Skye?” "Because he asked." "Because he asked." He laughed but there was nothing funny in it. "Mark. My employee. The man who sits in my building every single day collecting a paycheck with my name on it. That's who you chose to parade around the city with tonight." "I didn't parade around anything. I went to dinner. Like a normal person. On a normal date. With a normal man." “Normal‚” he said with a quiet chuckle‚ like the word itself left a bad taste in his mouth. "Yes‚ Thorne. Normal. Something you wouldn't know anything about." I

CHAPTER 60 Skye's POV I woke up sore. My back stung where the brick had scraped my skin raw. My thighs ached from how hard I had wrapped them around his waist. And between my legs there was a deep‚ pulsing tenderness that reminded me with every movement exactly what had happened against that wall last night. I rolled over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand and the first thing I saw was the text. Still waiting for a response. I put the phone down and went to shower. I stood under the hot water for a long time‚ letting it run over the scratches on my back‚ and I tried to think about anything other than Thorne. I tried to think about Mark and the nice dinner and the easy conversation and how normal everything had felt before it all fell apart on my front porch. But my brain wouldn't cooperate. It kept pulling me back to the wall. To his hands lifting me off the ground. To the way he said "mine" against my throat like it was a fact. To the way my body had opened up for