Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa) novel Chapter 9

Nikolai

With one final, brutal thrust, King's cum shoots down my throat. I swallow every drop of the salty discharge, groaning around his throbbing member in my mouth.

"Good fucking slut," King growls, withdrawing his cock and stuffing it back into his sweatpants. I kneel on the floor between his legs, waiting for his next instruction. He stares down at me with those intense, amber eyes. "What do you say?"

I bite my lip. "Thank you, Daddy," I reply, feeling my own dick twitch. I wonder what had him so worked up in the first place that he fucked my mouth like it did something wrong to him. My jaw aches, but I don't mind it.

This whole thing began a few years ago when I became curious about how it would feel to suck dick, so I asked King, and instead of kicking my ass like I thought he would, he yanked down his pants and forced his huge cock down my throat. It was honestly the hottest experience ever, and although we both still fuck women, I let him use my mouth when he needs it.

It's fucked up but I enjoy calling him Daddy, and I love any of the filthy, derogatory terms that he throws at me in return. Mason knows what we do. He once walked in on the act, but he's never spoken a word about it. That's what I like about him; he just minds his own business.

I notice that King's dick is still hard, the thick outline evident in his pants, as if not even the immaculate head I just gave him was hardly satisfactory. I swallow hard, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. "What's got you behaving like an energizer bunny tonight?" I tease, still staring at the monster I love between his legs.

A smirk curls on his lips. "Oh yeah, I just broke our truce today."

Truce? What truce?

I search my brain until the realization strikes me.

Oh.

My eyes widen. "You didn't!" I hiss, shooting to my feet. "How the hell did you fuck Alyssa Carter?"

"Bennett," he corrects me, as if I've just offended him.

"She's still married!" My voice rises slightly, the words laced with anger.

Amusement glints in his eye, his tone remaining calm. "Not for long. Not after I kill her husband."

I furrow my brows. "What?"

"He's been beating on her, like we suspected." He gestures upward with his head. "She's upstairs sleeping in the guest room, and she has a little crotch goblin now. Zuri. Guessing she has his last name, we'll be changing that soon."

Holy shit. She has a kid.

And with the abusive asshole we should have never let her leave with that night.

As pissed off as I am that he fucked Alyssa and broke our truce, I can't help but be a tiny bit curious about how that looked; her tiny body beneath him as he pounded into her. The image makes me hard as a fucking rock.

But we were so mean to her back in high school. How the hell did he ever manage to get her to agree to that? Unless...

"King, it was consensual right?" I ask hesitantly, narrowing my eyes.

He shrugs. "More or less. Either way, she fucking loved every second of it. You should've seen the way she moaned and squeezed her tight little pussy around my dick. Your throat feels good, but nothing compared to that."