Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa) novel Chapter 23

I wonder what he means by that. What else could my brother be hiding from me?

But I'll let King get some sleep.

I'm so close to him, I can smell his natural scent mixed with fresh soap. He must've taken a shower before he came in here, which makes sense since he was likely covered in blood after removing some dude's fingers.

With his eyes closed, I find myself studying his features. Even if I tried to convince myself that I wasn't attracted to him, my vagina would call me a liar. I'm just glad Zuri is here to be a buffer, even if she's completely unaware of it. Mommy needs to start making smarter choices in men, and willingly indulging in sex with King is not it.

"I'm gonna need you to stop looking at me like that, kitten. My dick's starting to get ideas I don't have the energy for," he teases, his voice huskier with sleep.

I blush, embarrassed that he caught me staring at him. Damn, I thought he was already asleep.

"I wasn't looking at you," I retort in a whisper.

"Uh-huh, sure."

He rolls over so I can only see his smooth, muscular back. The moonlight highlights the contours of his shoulders, and I want to reach out and touch him, but I restrain myself. Because that's the sane thing to do.

Groaning, I turn over and bury my face in the pillow, willing myself to ignore the sexual tension between us and my throbbing vagina demanding that I do something about it. My mind races, with thoughts of his strong arms around me, his big cock hammering into me while he holds me down and makes me take it.

Okay, I really need to get a grip. Or some professional help.

My body seems to gets hotter and hotter by the second until it feels like I'm a rubber band, ready to snap. What has King done to me in just two days? I never needed sex before. With Isaac it was just a chore, a chore that he demanded I do or suffer the consequences.