Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by my Fiancee's Stepbrother (BL): Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Kai didn’t give me what I was begging for. Instead he reached between my legs and cupped my balls, rolling them slowly in his palm before giving a firm, deliberate squeeze. The pressure was just on the edge of too much. A sharp jolt shot up my spine and I cried out, hips jerking. “Sensitive,” he murmured, almost pleased. He squeezed again, tighter this time, while the thick head of his cock dragged over my hole without pushing in. Every time I clenched, trying to catch him, he pulled back. The teasing was cruel. My hole fluttered and winked, desperate for something solid to grip. “Please.... more—” He ignored the plea and leaned down. I felt his breath first, hot against my spit-slick rim. Then his tongue dragged a long, wet stripe from my balls all the way up to the top of my crack lingering on my hole slightly. I moaned into the pillow. He did it again, slower, spreading me open with both palm while his thumbs spread the hole insanely wide so nothing was hidden from him.

Ren’s POV Kai closed the bedroom door behind us with a quiet click. He took the book from my hands and set it on the nightstand, then turned to face me fully. The shift in him was subtle but unmistakable—shoulders squared, voice lower, eyes steady and assessing. “We’ll start simple,” he said. “Basic positions. I want you to learn them properly so your body remembers even when your head is fuzzy. Safe word is still the same. Use it if anything feels wrong. Understood?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good. Strip. Fold your clothes neatly on the chair. Then stand in the middle of the room and wait.” My fingers trembled only a little as I obeyed. Shirt, pants, underwear—each piece folded the way he liked. When I was bare I stood where he pointed, hands at my sides, pulse already climbing. Kai walked a slow circle around me. “First position: Kneel.” I dropped to my knees. “Not like that.” He stepped in front of me. “Knees together. Sit back on your heels. Spine straight. Chest open. Hands resting

Kai’s POVWe stared at each other across the room.My cock was already hardening inside my sweatpants. The tent grew obvious and heavy. I didn’t bother hiding it. Ren’s eyes dropped to it for a second, then lifted back to my face. His cheeks were pink, but he didn’t look away.“Fuck me…” I muttered under my breath. “My goodness. Baby, you look delicious.”Ren’s mouth curved into a small smile. He stepped back, slow and deliberate, and gave me a full turn so I could see every angle of him. The lingerie clung to his soft body — the bra top pushing his chest up, the thin bottoms already damp between his legs. When he faced me again, his voice was quiet but steady.“I’m going to do something for you,” he said. “Something you've always wanted me to do, you mentioned it once.”I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”“A striptease.”My cock twitched hard.He dragged one of the soft cushions across the floor and placed it a few feet in front of the sofa. He sat down on it, then slowly spread his legs wi

Third Person Over the next few days, Ren and Kai fell into a quiet, almost domestic rhythm. They woke up late most mornings, tangled in the soft sheets of the big bed. Breakfast was slow. Kai would make coffee while Ren sat on the kitchen island in one of Kai’s shirts, legs swinging, watching him move. Sometimes they ate in comfortable silence. Sometimes Kai would feed him small bites of fruit just to watch the way Ren’s lips closed around his fingers. After breakfast, Kai usually retreated to his study to handle work calls and documents. Ren would go to the spare room that Kai had filled with art supplies — canvases, oils, charcoal, everything he could need. Most days Ren painted the same subject: the broad lines of Kai’s back, the sword tattoo pointing downward, the way the muscles shifted under skin or the side view of Kai's face. He never showed Kai the paintings. He kept them turned toward the wall. Around midday they would meet again for lunch. That was when Ren’s teasing be

Kai’s POV I know we planned to sleep but after Ren rubbed his legs against my cock, I was incredibly hard again. The moment he turned around I raised his leg to see his hole and I lined myself and thrust in. He just whimpered but didn't say anything, he kept tightening around me. I stayed buried inside Ren for a long moment, breathing hard against the back of his neck. His body began trembling under me. His arms hung limp where I had held them behind his back. Every small shift made more of my cock leak inside of him while my boy was leaking precum. I finally pulled out. The sight of his used hole, red and shiny, spilling a little cum I didn't get when I cleaned him. It made something dark twist hard in my chest. I flipped him onto his back. His eyes were hazy, lips swollen and split from my bites, cheeks streaked with tears. I leaned down close. “You didn’t think that was all, right?” I said, voice rough. “I’m insatiable, Ren.” His spent cock gave a weak twitch against his sto