Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa) novel Chapter 80

"I do," I whisper, my face heating up with the confession.

He groans, like what I'm saying is undoing him. "Do you know why?"

"Because I'm fucked up in the head?" I guess with a hollow laugh.

"No, my naughty little kitten." His fingers tighten in my hair. "It's because you know I'd never hurt you. I have killed men with my bare fucking hands, but I'd never do anything to you that doesn't end with you screaming my name."

Fuck. Maybe he's right.

"And since your husband actually put his hands on you, I'm going to make him pay for that." His voice is darker now, rough like gravel. It sends a wave of heat straight to my core, and I can't stop the way my body responds, squirming against him.

"Jesus, baby," he hisses. His hands move to grip my hips. "I'm trying to comfort you and all your greedy little pussy wants is my cock."

He unzips his pants, his movements unhurried. "What am I going to do with you?" His voice is thick with need, but there's a smile in it.

I turn to look at him. "B-But what if we have something?" I ask, my body already trembling with need.

Fuck me. Please.

The animalistic look I find in his eyes makes my mouth go dry. "I've fucked you almost every day since you've been here. If we have something, oh fucking well. We'll deal with it tomorrow, but for now, this pussy's mine."

Then, he unleashes his cock and lines it up with my entrance, pushing into me. I gasp as my walls quickly stretch, swallowing him whole. I'm still a little sore from last night, but he still feels so fucking amazing.

I want this. I want him to make me forget.

About Isaac.

About those disgusting videos.

About how fucking terrible the last three years of my life were before I managed to escape.

"King," I moan, arching my back into him.