All Chapters of Claimed by the wrong leister brother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Yes.” The word tore out of me. “Yes, I fucking like it.”His grin widened. “Good girl.”Then he moved, pushing off the wall, carrying me across the room with my legs still locked around his waist, and the world tilted as he dropped me onto his bed. Those dark sheets, cool against my feverish skin.The mattress bounced once before his weight settled between my thighs, his shoulder pushing my knees apart, his mouth hovering over the soaked fabric of my panties.I should’ve felt exposed, or vulnerable. Instead I felt more seen than I’d ever been in my life.“Look what we have.” His thumb traced the outline of my pussy through the cotton. “These are ruined. How long have you been this wet for me, Covey? Since the car? Since the kitchen?”“Since you opened the door in that damn towel.”His laugh vibrated against my inner thigh. “Honest Covey, I like her.”Then his fingers hooked into the waistband and he was pulling.Slowly.Agonizingly.The elastic scraped down my hips, over my thighs a

I tore my gaze away, focusing on anything else in the room. “I’m not. I just—I want to expose her, I don’t know how. And I didn’t want to ruin things for Luca if there’s actually a real reason he’s marrying her.” Kade moved closer again, slower this time. “I think last night made it pretty clear Luca doesn’t give a damn about your feelings.” I heard him exhale. “You need to stop getting attached to how people treat you, Kitten.” Kitten. He’d said it last night too, hadn’t he—somewhere in the middle of everything, while I was too far gone under his control to even register my new name. Then his hands found my waist from behind, pulling me back against him. I dropped my mug on the table in front of me, my ass brushing against his groin, feeling the bulge, he was hard again. And I turned to face him fully, frustration seeping through. “What do you want me to do, Kade? I can’t exactly tell him his wife to be is a bitch, he already doesn’t believe me. I can’t tell Rosalind to bac

NOAH’S POVStupid Noah, so fucking stupid.I didn’t understand why I’d agreed to go at all. The words just left my mouth before I’d actually thought it through—that same old, well worn groove in my brain that still lit up the second Luca’s voice cracked with need. I’d thought last night might have finally worn it out. Now I realized it would take more than one night with Kade to forget his brother even existed. What I understood even less was Kade offering to drive me there himself. I’d expected an argument, a blunt refusal maybe or at least another cold line about being a walking foot mat for Rosalind and an emotional dump for Luca. Instead he’s just agreed, like it cost him nothing at all.Except it clearly had, because he hadn’t said a single word since we pulled out of his driveway, his jaw locked and both hands wrapped tightly around the wheel instead of his usual careless one-handed grip. Did he think I couldn’t handle myself around Luca again? Was that what this was—so

Then he dragged me back down onto his lap. A gasp tore from my throat as his cock pressed against my bare ass, only his pants separating us now.“I want you to clear your mind, Kitten.” His tongue traced the shell of my ear. A shudder rolled through me, and a moan spilled out before I could stop it.“Hnnngh.”“Because it’s going to get very pleasurable from now on.”His left arm wrapped around my chest, pulling me down until I was completely reclined against him. The heat of his body seeped through my top. His right hand slid under my skirt, finding my bare pussy.“Tell me what those women are doing.”My eyes struggled to focus. The women on stage had shifted—the pale one was pressed against amber now, their mouths fused together as their tongues slid past each other with filthy sounds.“They’re—they’re kissing.”Kade’s fingers found my clit and rubbed. Slowly. Intentionally.“Wrong answer. Look again.”He picked up the pace, and my hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the pressure, an

I lowered the hammer. Waiting.And then like a loose rope, he came apart. A name, someone from the east side crew I’d suspected for months but never proven. A buyer he’d been slipping inventory to on the side.Dates. His drop points. The words tumbled out of him faster than his ruined throat could properly form them, one confession bleeding into the next, spilling faster every time I let the silence stretch a half second longer than he could stand.By the time he was finished, his chin had dropped to his chest, whatever fight had been left in him fully exhausted.I handed the hammer back, Casper passed me handkerchief without being asked, and I wiped my hands slowly, watching the dark stain spread across white cotton the way I’d done a hundred times before.“Is that everything?”Davis bobbed his head, barely.“Good.”He passed out before I’d finished standing.“Get him out of here.” I ordered one of the men by the door. He moved on instinct, already reaching for the restraints.I fast