All Chapters of Claimed by my Fiancee's Stepbrother (BL): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ren's POV I woke up with the sheets twisted around my legs and a dull ache low in my stomach. My body still remembered last night. The way my thighs had trembled. The way my hole had clenched around nothing while Kai’s voice told me exactly what he wanted to do to it. Even now, hours later, my nipples felt sensitive against the soft fabric of the old T-shirt I’d pulled on after cleaning up. Every small shift sent a quiet reminder through me. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling of my old apartment, and tried to decide how I felt. Missed him. Craved more. And underneath both of those things — a thin, sharp thread of fear. I had never given anyone this much of myself before. Not Lila. Not anyone. The little I sincerely gave always ended up in shreds. And the scariest part was how natural it had started to feel. Ayesha’s voice drifted from the kitchen. “You alive in there or did your husband finally kill you with phone sex?” I groaned and dragged myself

Kai’s POV I hadn’t spoken to my boy properly since that day. I knew he must feel the distance. I knew the silence probably sat heavy on him. But I couldn’t afford the distraction—not his soft voice, not the way he said my name, not the memory of his body under my hands. One call and I would have canceled everything just to hear him breathe. So I stayed away. Focused. Cold. The day I was finally supposed to return to him started at six in the morning with a call that made my blood run hot for all the wrong reasons. Someone had tried to force their way into the system from inside the company. The alarm had triggered. The camera on the terminal had caught the bastard’s face clear as day. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I was supposed to be on a plane back to Crestshaw. Back to my husband. By the time I walked into the underground facility adjoining the main building, my jaw was locked so tight it ached. Adrian was already there, expression grim. I didn’t waste time. “Call the pilot. C

Third Person – Ren The next morning Ren woke to an empty bed and a folded note on the nightstand. Kai’s handwriting was neat, controlled, almost cold. 'I have to go out for work. Reya will come up and stay with you. Rest.' No endearment. No promise of when he would return. Just instructions. Ren sat on the edge of the mattress for a long time, the paper resting loosely between his fingers. The suspicion that had been living under his ribs since the attack settled heavier now, solid and familiar. Kai would rather leave than stay inside a marriage he had never truly wanted. The emergency, the distance, the short messages—it all made a quiet, painful kind of sense. He moved slowly because of the bruises, but he moved with determination . From the closet he took a soft duffel and began packing the few things that still felt like his: the worn jeans, two shirts, the small sketchbook he had kept from before the wedding, the lace pairs folded carefully at the bottom. He did not

Third person - Ren & Kai Ren was zipping the duffel when the bedroom door opened. Kai stood there, still in his dark shirt and trousers from earlier. He looked at the bag, then at Ren’s face, then at the half-empty closet. “What’s going on?” he asked. Ren didn’t stop packing. “I’m leaving.” Kai stepped further into the room. “What do you mean you’re leaving?” “I mean I’m not staying in a marriage where I’m not needed.” Ren’s voice was quiet but steady. He kept his eyes on the bag. “You don’t have to pretend anymore.” Kai frowned. “What do you mean by not needed?” Ren finally looked at him. He pointed at the note still lying on the nightstand. “That. No ‘kitten.’ No ‘baby.’ No ‘I’ll be back soon.’ Just orders. ‘I have work. Reya will stay with you. Rest.’ You didn’t even want to see me before you left. You’ve been pulling away since the day you went on that trip. I got the message, Kai. You don’t have to force yourself to stay.” Kai was silent for a long moment. He c

Ren’s POV “Now strip, baby. Get up on the middle of the bed. Place a pillow at your head and rest on it, but I want that ass up and knees wide. I want your cock dangling between your legs and a clear view of that winking ass pussy.” The order hit me like a direct current. I moved too fast, almost tripping over my own feet in my hurry to obey. Kai’s strong hands caught me before I could fall, steadying me with a low chuckle that made my stomach flip. He helped peel the jeans down my legs, his palms dragging slowly over my thighs as the fabric came off. I was already painfully hard, the head of my cock flushed and wet. I caught a glimpse of him stripping the rest of his clothes while I scrambled onto the mattress. The sight of his thick cock—still shiny from my mouth earlier—made my hole clench around nothing. I shoved the pillow under my chest and got into position exactly the way he wanted: knees spread wide, back arched, ass high in the air, my leaking cock hanging heavy betwee