All Chapters of Claimed by the wrong leister brother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

NOAH’S POV I was stupid. I knew. if Quinn knew where I was right now, she’d have chained me to her dining table and thrown away the key. I checked my phone for the sixth time since I’d parked. Nothing. I hated that I was waiting. Hated more that some embarrassing, traitorous part of me had been listening for the sound of his engine since I got here. I’d picked a tiny outdoor cafe on purpose, crammed between a bookstore and a pharmacy, enough foot traffic that Kade couldn’t turn this into something I wasn’t braced for. That had been the plan, anyway. I’d even dressed for it too. With a loose jean, a half-crop hoodie, sneakers, my hair twisted into a bun already giving up on itself, glasses sliding down my nose because my contacts were still sitting in Quinn’s bathroom. I looked nothing like the version of myself he was used to. Good. Maybe that would help me remember this was a conversation. Not one of those nights where he looked at me like he already knew e

My throat clicked when I swallowed. The car had gone very quiet. Just the idle hum of the engine and my own heartbeat, slamming against my ribs like it was trying to get out of my chest and run. He’s baiting you, Noah. You know he’s baiting you. I should have said no, or laughed, rolled my eyes, told him he was delusional. But the word got stuck somewhere between my brain and my mouth, and what came out instead was nothing. Just breath. Just this pathetic little exhale that made his eyes darken. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured. His thumb was still on my jaw, tracing slow, lazy circles over the bone. His other hand rested on the steering wheel, fingers loose, like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Your heart’s racing,” he said like he could hear it. Could he? “You were hoping.” “I wasn’t hoping anything,” My voice cracked on the last word and I wanted to die. “Sure you weren’t.” “Kade—” “You were hoping I hadn’t been inside her.” His thumb dragged down the col

“Oh God, Kade….”“You’re doing good, baby.” Kade’s voice was low, steady, a fucking anchor in the blur. The word baby shouldn’t have done anything to me.It did.Something inside my chest softened before I could stop it.Kade noticed everything. Every breath. Every hesitation. Every tiny change in my voice.He knew exactly when I was about to fall apart.And he always seemed to know how to push me closer.His hips pulled back slowly, so slow I felt every ridge, every vein dragging against my swollen walls then slammed forward again.“That’s it. Take every damn inch of me.”I couldn’t see him. My glasses were still somewhere in the front seat, and the world was just shapes and shadows and the hot weight of him pressing me into leather. But I could feel everything. The thick stretch of my cunt around his cock, the way my walls fluttered and clenched, trying to milk him deeper. The barbell through his tip, that little metal ball dragged across something inside me that made my vision

“You think you’re untouchable.”“No.” I dragged the chair back with one hand and dropped into it. “I think you’re fucking terrible at threatening people.”Terrence’s men shifted. I noticed. So did Atlas.His eyes flicked toward them before coming back to me. “You’re arrogant.”“And you’re boring the fuck out of me.”He leaned back. “You don’t even know why I called you here.”“Actually, I know exactly why.”“Then tell me.”“You spent twenty-four hours realizing I didn’t give a shit about your little countdown, and decided you needed to see my face to feel like you still had leverage.”His jaw clenched. “You’ve been interfering with my business.”“Your business interferes with mine.”“My shipment is missing.”“And somehow that’s my problem?”“You think you can just take whatever you want.”“Occasionally.”He stared at me. I stared back, unbothered, letting the silence stretch until it started to cost him something.“You’ve hidden behind Casper for three years,” he said finally. “I’ve

Something inside me shattered — not loudly, more like glass settling after the crack already happened, the damage already done long before the sound reached me. Because suddenly six years of confusion had an answer. Every mixed signal. Every almost. Every time he’d pulled me in and then quietly stepped back a half-inch, just enough that I never knew which version of the pull was real. I hadn’t imagined any of it. He’d felt it too. He’d simply chosen never to hand it to me. “You were never imagining it,” he continued, like he’d read exactly where my thoughts had gone. “The connection. I felt it too.” My heart didn’t just hurt. It felt like something had reached in and closed a fist around it. “Then why didn’t you say anything?” He looked away, toward the window, toward anything that wasn’t my face. “I was a coward.” I swallowed hard against the tightness climbing my throat. “You were the best thing that ever happened to me, Birdy.” There it was. The exact