Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by my Fiancee's Stepbrother (BL): Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Third PersonThe car was quiet except for the soft, broken sounds that filled it.Ren’s sniffles came in uneven waves. Every few minutes he reached across the seat to touch Ayesha’s hand or knee, as if confirming she was still solid. Ayesha herself made small, involuntary whimpers whenever the car took a corner too sharply or a streetlight flashed across the windows. She sat pressed against the door, Adrian’s jacket still wrapped around her shoulders, eyes fixed on nothing.Adrian kept his voice low and steady from the driver’s seat.“You’re safe. No one is going to touch you. You’re in the car with us. We’re going home.”He repeated variations of the same words whenever her breathing sped up. Beside him, Kai twisted in the passenger seat at regular intervals to check on Ren, fingers brushing his husband’s ankle or calf in silent reassurance.By the time they pulled into the private garage beneath the building, Ayesha had gone almost completely still. When Adrian opened her door she

Kai’s POVAyesha being gone made Ren sharp.By midday he’d raised his voice at me and Adrian. He refused to eat. Gave short answers. When I sat next to him he moved away. When I touched his shoulder he tensed. The soft boy who usually leaned into me had shut himself off behind worry and anger he didn’t know what to do with.I left him alone through the afternoon. He was hurting. Pushing would’ve made it worse.At night the apartment felt too quiet.I found him in the bedroom by the window, arms folded.“Ren.”“Leave me alone.”I didn’t say anything. Just stood there. After a while the regret hit him — I saw it in the way his shoulders dropped and his hands flexed at his sides. He turned and walked toward me.I stepped back.Just once.Ren stopped. Tears came fast. They were already falling before he could stop them. It pulled at me, but I didn’t close the distance.“Don’t,” I said. “Don’t cry.”“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”“I stepped back because that side of me doesn’t take being spo

Kai’s POVI pulled my fingers free and just looked.Ren’s hole was a mess — soft, shiny, fluttering open and closed like it was still trying to hold onto something. Pink from the stretch, wet with spit and the last traces of his own cum. Every little clench made it wink at me. I watched it for a long second, feeling my cock throb heavy between my legs.Then I pushed three fingers back in at once, curled them hard against his prostate, and yanked them out in one abrupt motion. Ren’s whole body jerked. A broken whimper spilled out of him, high and desperate. I didn’t give him time to recover. In again — three fingers to the knuckles — then out just as sharp. Another helpless sound. His hole clenched around nothing, shiny and open, already looking used.“Don’t worry, baby,” I said, voice low. “I’m going to make you want nothing but cock and cum.”I leaned down and ran my tongue along the rim, slow and filthy, tasting the mix of spit and his earlier release. I pushed the tip of my tongue

Ayesha got picked up at a rundown bar by a couple of masked men. Despite her struggle she suspected it was the man who had been decided would marry her, the one who destroyed her innocence and she has been infatuated with at some point; that had been behind this and she dreaded it so much. But still it didn't settle anything inside of her, it's barely been two days since she left Ren and now she's found? This is the man her father wants her to marry. If only he knew the demon he was or maybe he knew but didn't care. As the vehicle came to a stop she was dragged out, she fell to her knee as her knee scrapped, through gag and a cloth bag she groaned in pain. "Welcome my sweet sweet girl" she whimpered struggling against the cloth over her head and the bind on her hands. Her fate was just evil. He took off the blind fold and gag as soon as she got to the living room and kissed her forcefully pinching her nipples through her fit hard so she'll feel the pain and open up her mouth which work

Third PersonThe moment they stepped inside the apartment, Malik turned and backhanded her.The blow snapped her head to the side. Pain flared across her cheekbone. Tears sprang to her eyes before she could stop them.“Look at you,” he said, voice low and ugly. “Eating like a pig. Couldn’t you have said no?”“I hadn’t eaten in more than a day,” she got out.“And so what? You had water.”He grabbed her by the braids and dragged her toward the stairs. She stumbled, bare feet slipping on the steps, scalp burning under his grip. At the top he shoved her into the bedroom hard enough that she hit the edge of the bed and went down. Her already-scraped knee screamed. He was on her in seconds — ripping at her clothes, shouting that she needed to remember her place, that this weekend would teach her what happened when she ran.The belt came off his waist with a sharp hiss of leather.The first strike landed across her shoulder. The second across her back. She screamed and tried to crawl away. H