All Chapters of Claimed by my Fiancee's Stepbrother (BL): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kai’s POV What the fuck did this bastard expect would happen to him when he shot at me and Ren? The rage was still burning hot in my veins as I stood in the dimly lit basement, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp tang of fear. These fuckers had dared to attack us on our wedding day — my wedding day — and they didn’t even have the decency to come after me alone. What if something had happened to him? What if a stray bullet had hit Ren? The thought alone made my fists clench tighter, the leather wraps around my knuckles creaking under the pressure. I was going to make sure they regretted every single second of their miserable lives. The two men were chained in front of me, their hands suspended above their heads by heavy iron cuffs, their legs spread and bolted to the concrete floor. They looked pathetic — bruised, bleeding, and already broken in spirit. I didn’t care. I wanted them to feel every ounce of the pain they had tried to inflict on my boy. My

Kai’s POV Seeing Ren in those black jeans was pure sin. They hugged his hips and that perfect, round ass like they were painted on, the distressed patches drawing my eyes straight to every curve I wanted to grip and bruise. The light blue polo with “Short King” stretched across his chest only made it better—playful, cocky, and entirely mine. I’d noticed the book open on the bed when I stepped inside; he’d made it to Chapter Two. Brave boy. He must’ve felt ready to dive deeper into what I planned to give him. The second he heard my voice, he came flying down the stairs and launched himself onto my back. I caught him easily, those strong thighs wrapping around me as he nuzzled into my neck. Something warm and possessive bloomed in my chest. My kitten wasn’t scared of me despite the many questions about me he has. He was opening up, trusting, eager. It made me want to ruin him so sweetly he’d never want anyone else. We had a heated moment right there in the garage before leaving. I p

Every suck felt like he was claiming me, using my body for his pleasure. The burn was constant now—my nipples puffy, hypersensitive, and aching beautifully. Cool air hit the wet, abused flesh when he pulled off briefly, only to latch on again even harder. I felt used in the best possible way. Like my body existed for him to play with, to mark, to drive wild. And God, it felt so good. The mix of pain and pleasure had me whimpering helplessly, hips moving frantically as tears of overwhelming sensation pricked at my eyes. “These tits are mine to devour,” he growled against my skin. “Gonna make them so fucking sore you’ll feel every brush of your shirt tomorrow and get hard remembering how Daddy sucked them raw. Look at these pathetic, puffy whore nipples—all red and swollen for me. My perfect little pain slut getting off on having his tits abused.” The words “whore” and “slut” should have embarrassed me, but instead they sent another rush of heat through my body. I liked feeling like

Ren’s POV Waking up to an empty bed after Kai left for his trip felt wrong in a way I couldn’t quite name. The sheets still carried his scent, warm and familiar, and the space where his body had been pressed against mine all night was already cold. I hated it. Goodness, I craved this man more than I was ready to admit. Even as he was preparing to leave, he still made it a point to make me smile… and leave me a little horny, just to remember him by. The hickey I’d left on his neck and the way he’d called me his good little whore still lingered in my mind, making my stomach flutter. Still, I couldn’t sit around moping all day. Kai had suggested I visit Ayesha, and the idea of seeing her again after everything that had happened felt like the perfect distraction. It was still early—too early for most people—but I loved getting under her skin. Smiling to myself, I stumbled back upstairs with the sheets still wrapped around my naked body, climbed into the middle of the bed, and grabbe

Ren's POV Ayesha and I were tangled together on the couch, both out cold after the long day. Soft snores mixed with the quiet hum of the TV still flickering some random late-night show. My phone suddenly buzzed and rang sharp from the coffee table, cutting through the silence. I blinked awake, groggy, carefully sliding out from under Ayesha’s arm so I wouldn’t wake her. She mumbled something in her sleep that almost sounded like she was scolding, but she stayed under. I grabbed the phone and padded barefoot out of the living room into the bedroom, so the noise wouldn’t wake her. I shut the door behind me softly and answered. “Hello, Kai.” His deep voice came through warm and a little tired. “Hello, Ren. I just got time to call you. I’ve been in a series of meetings. Sorry for calling you this late.” I leaned against the dresser, smiling already. “No, no. Don’t apologize. I missed you.” “I missed you too,” Kai said right away, that low rumble making my stomach flip. “You got anyt