Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa) novel Chapter 24

Nikolai

Alyssa stares at me wide-eyed like I've lost my mind, her chest heaving slightly with each breath. Maybe I feel just a little too good right now, but I haven't stopped thinking about her since King told me he fucked her.

That's why I couldn't sleep. The image of her beneath him, moaning and writhing in pleasure, keeps replaying in my mind over and over. I want to see it for myself so fucking badly.

I know King isn't keen on sharing, but I don't exactly plan on touching her. At least, not with my hands. "Look, I just want to watch you play with your pussy. You'll do that for me, won't you, sweet girl?"

Her lips part slightly, her breath hitching. "Niko, what-"

I lift her onto the counter with ease, her body light in my hands. She lets out a little yelp of surprise, her fingers gripping my shoulders. "Put me down," she demands, her voice shaking with a blend of fear and arousal. She tries to push him away, but I don't budge. I expected a little resistance, but with the way she's looking at me—those innocent, wide eyes—I know she wants this.

It seems King has turned her into an addict for his cock too.

My eyes narrow at her, a smirk curling on my lips. "I know you let him fuck you, Alyssa." Her mouth opens and closes like she's lost for words, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment, but before she can find the words to deny it, I continue, "And he told me that he won't do it again until you ask for it. Now, we both know you won't do that, even if I can tell you need his cock inside you right now. I bet you're so fucking wet and needy, aren't you?"

"No," she lies, the word breathless and unconvincing.

My grin widens. "Prove it. Pull down your shorts and show me."

"Niko, you've had too much to drink," she whispers, her voice trembling.

I tsk, shaking his head. "You're thinking way too hard about this. I already told you, you don't have to worry about me touching you. I just want to see your pretty, sloppy pussy."

Her breath catches, her eyes darting to the side like she's looking for an escape. "I-I don't know about this," she stammers.

"C'mon. Take them off, sweet girl," I urge, my voice soft yet firm.