All Chapters of Claimed by my Fiancee's Stepbrother (BL): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ren’s POV Who knew a man who could wield a gun could be this soft? I had clearly assumed the worst. He had apologized for leaving me alone, fed me, and now… his room. Oh my gosh. It was insane. Dark tones everywhere, a massive queen-sized bed with dark blue velvet sheets, a chandelier carved like a rose above us, and a huge mirror on the ceiling directly over the bed. I didn’t even know what to think. “You’ll be staying in my room from now on,” he told me. “I don’t stay here much. I usually stay at the penthouse — the one you ran from that night. We’ll go back there soon.” I nodded, then asked softly, “Can I take a shower?” “You never have to ask me anything, kitten. What’s mine is yours.” Tears slipped down my face as I leaned into him. “You’re the first to treat me like I matter. It’s only ever been Ayesha who cared for me.” He kissed the top of my head. “I’m here until you don’t want me anymore.” I whispered against his chest, “I’ll never not want you.” He chuckled

Ren's POV The next morning, I woke to warmth. Real, solid heat wrapped around me. I leaned in closer without thinking, snuggling deeper, rubbing my nose along it like I could absorb more. It felt safe. Addictive. A low, amused voice rumbled above me. “If you don’t want me to fuck you right here, you’ll stop that, kitten.” I jerked my head up so fast my neck nearly snapped. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean—” Kai laughed softly, the sound warm and rich. “Don’t do that, darling. You have every right to. But until we get things right, try to avoid doing things that might make me fuck you, okay?” I nodded, looking down, cheeks burning. Was it really so horrible to fuck me that he’s trying to avoid it? A light flick to my forehead made me yelp. “Ouch!” “Serves you right,” he said, smirking, “for thinking wrongly.” He cupped my jaw gently. “I have some things to discuss with you—very important. Until I’m sure we’re on the same page, I don’t want to hurt you, okay?” “Okay, Sir,” I whispere

Kai’s POV I looked at Ren, still flushed from everything that had just happened, the information he seemed to still be absorbing. “So next, I’ll give you the book. It’s called 'The Submissive’s Path: 30 Fundamentals of BDSM.' After reading through the foundations, you’ll get a contract to review. Within this 15-day period, I’ll take note of your interest through our conversations, your body, and verbal responses. You can confirm them in the contract before signing. How’s that sound?” He responded softly, “Yes, Sir.” I walked out to the study, picked up the book, and came back, dropping it in front of him. The cover was a sleek grey with a striking image: a bare man blindfolded with silk ties, ropes binding his hands upward, wearing nothing but delicate lace panties, a paddle clenched between his teeth. His body glistened under the light. I watched the way his breath hitched, his fingers lingering on the image of the lace panties. I made a mental note to get him something simil

kai's POV 'What the fuck did I just hear.' My mind scrambled as I pulled the car to a stop on the side of the road. Okay, I was finding him quite amusing because he said he didn’t have any questions and now he has tons of them, and I’m going to answer every single one. But what did he mean by Lila never stopped when he asked her to? What if I don't stop when he wants me to? Or am I not understanding this question right? I don’t think he meant to spill it, but thank goodness he did. Oh Lila, such a stupid tramp. She did things against his will. I held Ren’s hands in mine, thumbs stroking slowly over his knuckles as I watched him. He was trembling, eyes glassy with unshed tears, the weight of his past pressing down on him so heavily I could almost feel it in the air between us. My chest ached at how small he looked in that moment — brave enough to voice his deepest fears, yet still braced for me to dismiss them or lash out like Lila had. When he finally fell quiet, I didn’t rush

‎“Fuck, kitten,” I growled, and he froze, the curse rolling from my lips like a promise. His body stiffened, muscles tensing as he tried to pull away, but I caught him by the waist, fingers digging into his soft flesh. “Stay,” I ordered, and he melted back into me with a whimper, his ass pressing against my hardening cock. I squeezed that round, perfect ass, spread those cheeks wide, and groaned at the sight of his pink, puckered hole peeking out, framed by the thin strip of fabric. So fucking beautiful. ‎ ‎I dropped to my knees behind him, planted a hot, open-mouthed kiss on one cheek, then the other, nuzzling my nose between them. Ren whined, squirming as I breathed in his scent, my tongue flicking out to wet that delicate skin. His thong was in the way, so I rose, grabbed the thin strip of fabric, and snapped it against his skin. He hissed, body jerking as the sting bloomed, and he moaned, his cock jerking in his thong. It pleased me that my kitten was a pain slut, and I would ru