All Chapters of My Brother's Bestfriend turns me on : Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

The shooting range felt different after the first session. We had to act professional on the outside, but the heat between us was impossible to ignore. Dante had told Killian to continue my training for the rest of the week, so we went back the next afternoon. The place was empty again. No other guards. No brothers. Just us. Killian set up the targets again. He handed me the handgun, standing close behind me like before. His chest brushed my back. His hands came around to guide my grip. The physical proximity was torture. I could feel his cock already starting to harden against my ass through his pants. “Focus,” he said, voice low and rough. But his hips rocked forward once, pressing his hardness against me. I fired a few shots, deliberately missing so he would have to adjust me again. His hands tightened on mine. His breath was hot on my neck. The lesson quickly turned into something else. He spun me around suddenly and pushed me against the gear locker in the corner, away from

I stayed in my room after the meeting, the weight of Father’s decree was pressing down on me. The Valenti marriage felt like chains tightening around my neck. I paced the floor, mind spinning with anger and fear. My thoughts of Killian was the only thing keeping me sane. His touch. His words. His claim on me. But I couldn’t see him now. The pact demanded distance. Hours later, I heard voices in the hallway. Dante, Marco, and Enzo. They were meeting privately in the small library down the hall. I slipped out quietly and stood near the door, listening. My brothers rarely excluded me, but this time they had closed the door tight. Dante’s voice was low but firm. “I don’t like this. Lorenzo is a snake. Cruel to his own people. The rumors about how he treats women are bad. I won’t let our baby sister marry him.” Marco grunted in agreement. “Father sees power. We see risk. She’s too young for this kind of marriage. Forcing her will break her. And it might break the family too.” Enzo soun

Bianca’s return turned the mansion into a battlefield of old wounds and new ones. She moved through the halls like she still owned them, bitter and sharp with every word. Her eyes missed nothing. She saw the way I avoided Killian’s gaze. The way he stood a little too still when I entered a room. In the afternoon, she cornered me in the library 3 days after her arrival. “You’re different, little sister. There’s a glow under all that tension. And the way Killian looks at you when he thinks no one’s watching… interesting.” I kept my face neutral, flipping through a book on the shelf. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Things have been stressful with the engagement.” Bianca laughed softly, leaning against the shelf. “Stressful. Sure. I chose to run six years ago because I saw what this family does to its daughters. Don’t make the same mistake I almost did. But tell me, is it Killian? The Shadow? He’s always had a certain vibe to him. But he's a dangerous combination for a girl li

Today was a day I wished would never come. The gala for the official engagement announcement. The mansion's ballroom was decorated with flowers and crystal, music playing softly in the background. The Valenti family arrived in a show of power with black cars lining the driveway, guards everywhere. Lorenzo Valenti walked in like he already owned me. He was dressed in a sharp suit with a dangerous smile on his face whilst his eyes were on me the whole time. Father greeted them with open arms. The alliance was sealed in his mind. I stood beside him in a modest but elegant dress. I was trying to keep my face calm. But inside, I was screaming. Lorenzo took my hand immediately, kissing the back of it. His lips lingered. His thumb stroked my skin. “Alessia. You look beautiful. I’m looking forward to our future together.” I forced a small smile. “Thank you.” He stayed close the whole night. Too close. His hand on my lower back as we moved through the room. His fingers brushing my arm when

The storm hit hard that evening. Rain poured down, thunder rumbling in the distance. I slipped out of the mansion through the kitchen entrance with my hood up, moving quickly toward the garden. Killian was already there, waiting under the cover of the trees. His clothes were soaked, hair plastered to his head, His eyes were dark with hurt and anger. He grabbed my arm as soon as I reached him, pulling me deeper into the garden. “You told your father you’d marry anyone else? Even a capo? You’re giving up on us?” The rain soaked us both. I pushed back against him, voice rising over the storm. “It was to buy time! To protect you from Father’s suspicion. I don’t want anyone else. Only you. It was a desperate move. To keep our secret safe. To keep you alive.” He pinned me against the brick wall of the garden shed, the rain kept pouring over us as his body pressed into mine. “You think that makes it better? Hearing you offer yourself to another man? Even to save me? It felt like you were