บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By My Best Friend Brother : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Bambi I don't say anything to reply to Jarek’s words and from the way he keeps snapping at me and dishing out his words, I take it as a cue that Jarek wants me to shut up and take his dick like an obedient slut. He places his hands on my waist and he grabs me roughly. I don't know if it's to keep me in place, but he's very rough as he holds me. He pins me to the table with one hand.And his other hand moves to the back of my head. He grabs a fistful of my hair and then presses my face to the table. Jarek is making sure that I don't move and it'sn't until he has successfully pinned me down to the table that he pulls out. He pulls out and drives in just as fast. Just like the first time, he goes in roughly and my eyes sting with tears. This time, he does not give me the chance to adjust; instead, he pulls out and thrusts in just as hard. “Fuck… Jarek..” My voice is low, but he does not listen to me as he fucks me. He fucks me very hard and Jarek has never fucked me this hard before

Bambi I lose count of time as I lie on top of Jarek’s table. I didn't move, not even 30 minutes after he left. My whole body is hurting so much. I can feel the pain in my ear, my nipple and my pussy is so sore. This is the roughest sex that I have ever had and I can't even say that I did not enjoy it. I did enjoy it, a lot. I loved it, but I hated the way Jarek acted afterward. I hated that he was always looking down on me and saw me as nothing more than an omega and a whore. I dragged myself out of the table finally, and I found the bathroom. As I stood in front of the mirror, I looked like a ghost. There were bite marks on my neck and I looked very much freshly fucked. I hated the fact that I was going to return to my office to get my purse. If possible, I would have gone straight home to avoid meeting anyone or raising suspicions. I showered to get the smell of sex off my body and after I was done, I dressed up, used my hair to cover the bite marks on my neck, and then I made

Bambi My hands hesitate for a second before I reach for him.I have never seen Jarek’s naked body. He never takes off his shirt. This feels different.This feels terrifying.My fingers shake as I start unbuttoning his shirt. They fumble, slipping more than once because of the blood.“Slow…” he murmurs.“I’m trying,” I whisper, tears slipping down my face. “I’m trying…”Finally, I get it open and pull the shirt off him. I gasp. The wound is worse than I imagined. Dark blood seeps from it, thick and unnatural. The skin around it looks… wrong. Almost burned from the inside.My stomach turns.“Oh my God…”“Focus,” he forces out. I nod quickly, wiping my tears with the back of my hand.“I’m here. I’m here. Tell me what to do next.”“The knife…” he says. “Heat it.” I blink.“What?”“Fire,” he breathes. “You need to… burn it out.” My heart stops.“No.”The word comes out before I can stop it. “No, I can’t do that,” I say, shaking my head rapidly. “That’s going to hurt you. I can’t—”“Do it,

Bambi I blink at Jarek’s question and I stare at him. Now that he has asked, I begin to wonder why I was really crying. Jarek is an ass who has never treated me well or nicely. He always found a way to downgrade me and try to prove that I was nothing. But seeing that he was injured, I broke down in tears and was crying so hard. “I don't know,” I reply to his question and I sniffle. I seriously do not know why. I don't even know why. I don't care about Jarek. He's Calla’s brother. I can't say that I completely hate him. “I see,” Jarek mutters and I watch as he stands up on his feet. “You did a good job today, Bambi. You saved me.” He tells me and I slowly nod my head. At least, he will acknowledge that I did save him. “I appreciate that.” He adds and I nod as I stand up to my feet as well. I stand up in a hurry.“How did you get injured?” I ask softly, staying a distance away from Jarek. He is an ass and might just snap at me and not tell me how he got injured. But to my surprise

Jarek I don’t stand. I just look at her for a second, letting the silence stretch longer than it should before I give a slight nod toward the chair across from me. “Sit.” If she notices the lack of courtesy, she doesn’t show it. Of course she doesn’t. She moves gracefully, controlled, lowering herself into the seat like she has practiced it a thousand times. “Thank you for coming,” she says, folding her hands neatly on the table. “I didn’t come for you,” I reply. Her smile flickers—just barely—but it recovers almost instantly. Impressive. “I figured as much,” she says lightly. “Your father can be… persuasive.” That earns a small huff of amusement from me. “That’s one way to put it.” A waiter approaches, placing menus in front of us. I don’t touch mine. Lyra does, glancing at it briefly before looking back up at me. “Have you been here before?” “No.” “It’s quite exclusive. The chef trained abroad. I’ve heard the—” “I don’t care about the chef,” I cut in. She pa