Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa) novel Chapter 39

King

I shouldn't agree to this. Gray hurt her, and she's just using me to numb the pain. I didn't come in here to fuck her...at least, I don't think I did. But the thought of using her as a toy sends a thrill down my spine, and I can't fucking help myself.

"Strip. Now," I order, my voice hard. "I want to see all of my gorgeous toy before I play with her."

Her breath hitches, and for a split second, I almost wonder if she's going to change her mind. But then, like the good little kitten she is, she starts to strip, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

Her jeans hit the floor, followed by her shirt and undergarments. I can see the hesitation, the uncertainty in her eyes, but she doesn't look away.

I reach out, my fingers grazing her nipples, teasing them until they're hard. "Fuck," I mutter. "Your tits are fucking perfect."

She blushes, but stays still as I tug lightly on each nipple, testing her. I hum in appreciation. "Such a good girl. Now, lie on the bed. Don't move a muscle. Toys don't move on their own."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, but she climbs onto the bed, lying flat on her back. I take my time, tracing the stretch marks on her stomach and her hips, stripes that prove how strong she is. "Beautiful," I say softly, almost to myself.

"What are you doing?" she demands, her voice laced with impatience. "Fuck me, King."

My eyes flicker to her face and I chuckle darkly. "Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear another word out of you. Good toys only make sounds."