All Chapters of Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alyssa I can't believe we're going to the clubhouse. The Crimson Reapers' clubhouse. The one place I've been forbidden to go my entire life, both by my father and Gray. The closer we get, the more tension builds in my chest, like a pair of headphones you can't untangle. "I can practically hear your chewing your lip off back there. Stop it," King says firmly. Mason is silent beside me, but I can feel his eyes on me, studying me in that quiet, intense way he does. I pause in my lip-biting and let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know why I'm so nervous. I just want to make a good first impression, I guess. I don't want everyone to see me as Gray's weak, defenseless little sister." "Speaking of that," Niko cuts in with a teasing smirk in his voice, "everyone's probably going to give you shit. You can handle a bit of teasing, right, my sweet girl?" After years of dealing with their bullying, I guess I've learned how to take it. "I guess so," I mutter, gazing out the win

Alyssa Inside the elevator, the déjà vu feeling creeps back in. I look around, trying to figure out where I've seen something like this before. Isaac's law firm? No. "Alyssa," Gray's voice snaps me out of it, and when I turn to look at him, for a split-second, I swear I see him as a kid, standing in exact same spot—nine, maybe ten years old. What the hell? "Why are you staring at me like that?" he asks, raising a brow. I shake my head, still freaked out. "Oh, nothing," I mumble, trying to ignore the strange sensation crawling under my skin. How have I been here before? His gaze narrows, but he lets it go. "I hope you weren't too afraid down there." I shrug. "Nope. I put together a gun in like thirty seconds, so I think they were actually somewhat impressed." From the corner of my eye, I see Niko smirk. A shadow crosses Gray's face, but he only hums in response. "Do you know why I wanted you here today?" "To tell you how ridiculous you look wearing these s

Alyssa I start crying on the way home, everything crashing back into me at once. My tears are silent, but the occasional sniffle draws the attention of my men. Zuri looks at me, and I smile, pretending everything's okay. I don't want her to see me like this, allowing her sperm donor to break me again. I just feel like a fucking idiot. How did I not see the signs that Isaac was gay? Even when we had normal sex, it was terrible. The only time he seemed remotely into it was when we were doing anal from behind. Now, knowing the truth, he was probably thinking about some guy while he was fucking me. When we finally pull into King's driveway, my tears are dry, but my eyes are swollen and puffy. I think I'm all cried out. Or at least, my eyes are begging me to be. Once inside, I ask the boys to watch Zuri while I shower. I need to wash the filth off me. I know it's illogical, but I want to scrub off every time Isaac touched me. As the videos replay in my mind, I start crying agai

King After a night of collecting payments, we arrive at the clubhouse early, before Gray even gets there. As promised, we're getting tested for STDs. Truth is, Alyssa was the only one who needed it, but Niko and I decided to join in to reassure her that she didn't pass anything to us. As expected, we're all clean. Gray's going over business with me, Niko, and Mason, but I can't seem to focus. My eyes keep drifting to Alyssa as she chats with Nina across the room. It's like nothing else exists when she's in my line of sight. I never gave a damn about women outside of sex before, but fuck, I'm obsessed with every little thing my kitten does. She's fucking gorgeous. The way she moves, the fire in her eyes, the way her mouth curves when she smiles—it's like she owns my every goddamn breath. "King, what the fuck is up with you today?" Gray's voice cuts through the haze in my mind. He's pissed. I blink, realizing I hadn't heard half of what he just said. My gaze shifts back to Alyssa

Nikolai Alyssa is sprawled out on the bed, trembling like a fucking leaf. I want to help her, give her the relief she so desperately needs, but I already know King won't let me. He's going to drag this out for as long as he can—because she needs it. He wants her desperate, pliant, and begging. I crawl between her legs, claiming her lips with a desperate kiss. "You're such a mess, sweet girl," I murmur, my voice a low rasp as I slip a finger through her wetness. "Look at how much your pussy is weeping for us." I shift my hips, sliding my cock between her slick folds, teasing both her and myself. Each time I pull back, the ridge of my head catches on her clit, making her moan louder, needier. "Niko, please," she whispers, her voice breaking. "Please make me come." Fuck. My whole body thrums with the need to give in to her plea, to push her over that edge and watch her fall apart. "I want to, baby. So fucking badly," I whisper back, the guilt of her suffering gnawing at me. "B