All Chapters of Claimed by the wrong leister brother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I went quiet, glaring at him. Then he scoffed, throwing his gaze around anywhere else before it settled back on me.“You can’t just turn yourself into some pitiful fairy godmother whenever he comes whining like a little bitch.”“I was—“ He cut me off.“Don’t you love yourself at all? Do you want to keep doing this forever? Running the second he calls, turning yourself into his little side piece the second he marries your bully?”“I wasn’t going to leave!” it tore out of me louder than I meant to.His eyes narrowed. “So why did you decide to wander in a place you’re not familiar with?” His gaze was intense now. “Tell me, Noah. Why wander around in a club crawling with gangsters, rapists and gamblers?”Noah. He barely used just my name.He was really mad.But I stared at him. For a second I genuinely couldn’t process the sentence he’d just handed me.“You own it, don’t you?”His expression didn’t change much.“You own a club full of gangsters and rapists and, and—and gamblers, and y

I had spent six years screaming Luca Leister’s name from bleachers just like these. Except tonight, I couldn’t stop watching his brother. The arena roared behind me, and underneath it all I sat with a naked cardboard propped up against my knees. LUCA #17 should be written on it, that’s how it’s always been. The puck dropped and Kade chased after it first. My stomach tightened before I could stop it. He cut left, blades throwing up a spray of ice, and I remembered his hand on my hip not twenty minutes ago, the exact pressure of his fingers digging in. He glanced toward the boards, scanning, and I remembered his voice too, low against my ear. ‘Maybe I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been craving.’ I squeezed my eyes shut. Focus, Noah. When I opened them, Kade had already threaded the puck between two defenders like they were standing still, that same effortless, dangerous confidence I’d watched an hour earlier when he’d twisted a stranger’s arm without breaking a

Without torturing myself any longer, I sank down, the wet sound loud enough it echoed off the walls. “Hnnnghhhh!” My mouth fell open in a scream that never came, my eyes rolling back as he stretched me inch by inch, every ridge of his cock dragging against my walls. He filled me completely, more than I’d ever thought possible, and for a single devastating moment I forgot everything. Luca Catherine. The wedding. Kade caught my scream in a kiss, swallowing it. His tongue pushed into my mouth while his hands roamed my waist, under my shirt, cupping my breasts through my bra. His thumbs found my nipples and rolled them, pinched them, twisted until I was bucking on his lap, chasing friction. “Seems like you saved those hands for murder.” His voice was hot against my lips. “You smashed a glass over that man’s head. Then you held that sign for me. screamed my name from the bleacher like a princess. My princess..” “Ka—Kade.” “Tell me.” His teeth dug into my bottom lip. The t

NOAH’S POVAUTHOR’S NOTE: “I’d personally recommend listening to ‘steady’ by bella kay for this chapter.”I wished I regretted it.It would have made everything so much simpler. I could have blamed the game—the adrenaline, the roar of the crowd, the stupid cardboard sign in my hands. And told myself it was one impulsive, forgivable mistake.But every time I tried to force the regret into place…my body betrayed me instead.I remembered his voice. His hands. The way he’d looked at me, worshipped me like he’d seen something in me nobody else bothered to look for.And worst of all—the thing I couldn’t say out loud to anyone, not even myself. I wanted him again.Right as I walked into the Leister compound with my chest already caving in over Luca, some traitorous part of me was still thinking.Of him.My stomach twisted hard enough that I had to stop walking for a second.I hated that I could feel this guilty over Luca and still not regret Kade at the same time. I hadn’t wanted to come b

KADE’S POV I should have let her send the pictures. That was the first thing that came to me when I found Rosalind. Not stop her. Not corner her. Or come looking for her at all. Ughh. The thought of Luca opening his phone, seeing Noah and me disappearing up a staircase to fuck, watching his perfect little selfish world crack down the middle was the next best feeling after an orgasm. That was the entire point of every move I’d made since I walked back into this family. To hurt him. Unbalance him, and take something he’d never once had to work for. And there was still the bet. Luca thought he was going to win easily, thought Noah’s loyalty ran too deep to actually shift. He had no idea how close the ground had already moved beneath him. And I intended to keep it that way. Noah still didn’t know what choosing me would cost him. So why the fuck had I spent half the night thinking about how badly the pictures would hurt her? That was the part that irritated me. I