All Chapters of My Brother's Bestfriend turns me on : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The next night, He went out again. I followed him. Watched him walk up the front of the townhouse to be greeted at the door by Elena in a sexy silk night gown. She looked hot. I decided to leave as Elena was leaving his house past midnight satisfied. She looked in my direction, saw the white Ferrari and smirked. I knew she saw me. Her words from last night wouldn’t leave my head. "You’re just his boss’s little sister." They played on repeat as I drove back to the mansion, tears blurring the road. By the time I parked the Ferrari, my hands were shaking. I walked inside like a ghost, the short skirt and sheer top I wore for torment feeling ridiculous now. The house was quiet, but my mind was screaming. "Little sister." The trigger hit hard. That’s all I would ever be to him. The forbidden temptation he touched once in a moment of weakness and then ran to Elena to forget. I couldn’t breathe. The pain in my chest felt physical, like someone had stabbed me and left the knife in. I need

We lay on the couch for a long moment, breathing hard. Killian’s cum was still warm on my skin. His arms held me tight, like he was afraid I would disappear if he let go. The realization of what we had just done hung heavy in the air. I had pushed him past every limit. He had finally snapped. And it felt right. He stood up suddenly, lifting me into his arms like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom. This wasn’t the dark club booth. This was different. Slower. More dangerous. The tension of ten years exploded between us with every step. Killian laid me down on his bed gently. The sheets were cool against my back. He stood over me for a second, grey eyes dark with hunger and something deeper. Possession. He stripped off his sweatpants completely, his cock already hard again, thick and heavy between his legs. Scars and tattoos covered his body, telling stories of the violent life he lived for my family. He climbed onto the bed, covering m

Dawn light filtered through the curtains of Killian’s townhouse bedroom. I lay naked in his bed, my body sore in the best way. His cum was still inside me, leaking slowly onto the sheets. His big hand stroked my back almost absentmindedly, like he couldn’t stop touching me even in sleep. I shifted closer, pressing my face into his chest. His heart beat steady under my cheek. Scars and ink marked his skin, reminders of the violent world we both lived in. My fingers traced one of the tattoos near his collarbone. He stirred, his eyes opened slowly. For a moment, he just looked at me, like he was still surprised I was really there. “Morning, princess,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. He kissed my forehead, then my lips, slow and deep. His hand slid down to cup my ass, pulling me tighter against him. His cock was already half-hard against my thigh. We stayed like that for a while, kissing lazily, hands exploring. He rolled me onto my back and moved over me, sliding inside me again

The next afternoon, the mansion felt heavier than usual. The secret between Killian and I was only a day old, but it already felt like we had been living it for weeks. I stayed in my room most of the morning, replaying every moment from his townhouse. His slow, deep thrusts. The way he had marked my skin. The way he had told me I was his completely. My body still ached, and my pussy got wet every time I thought about it. But in the mansion, we had to be perfect actors. I went downstairs for a late lunch and found Dante in the security room with Killian. Marco and Enzo were there too, talking about a possible perimeter breach near the east wall. Father wanted it checked immediately. I lingered in the doorway, pretending to look for something in the kitchen nearby, but really watching them. Dante turned to Killian. “Check the security cameras from last night. There might have been a rival spy testing the edges. Pull the footage from the side entrance and the driveway. I want to see ev

Father’s eyes lit up. He stood up from his chair, smelling the flowers like they were the key to a new empire. “The Valenti heir is making his move. This is good. A powerful alliance. He wants you, Alessia. This could secure everything we need in the south.” I stared at the flowers. They were beautiful in a dark, dangerous way. But they felt like chains. Another reminder that my father saw me as a tool for power, not a daughter. I forced a small smile. “They’re… nice.” Marco and Enzo exchanged looks. Dante stayed quiet, watching Father’s reaction. Killian stood behind Dante as usual, face blank. But I saw the way his hands flexed at his sides. The vein in his neck throbbed. Father turned to Killian. “Inspect the flowers for bugs or trackers. We can’t be too careful with the Valentis. Take them to the security room and check thoroughly.” Killian nodded once. “Yes, sir.” He lifted the massive bouquet carefully and carried it out of the dining room. I watched him go, my heart twisti