Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Brother's Worst Enemy Craves Me: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Chapter 21 Skye’s POV He pulled out of me slowly and the loss of him made me whimper. His hands left my body for a brief moment and I heard him exhale‚ long and controlled‚ like he was steadying himself. Then his hands were on my waist again‚ turning me to face him. "Stand up straight‚" he said. My legs were barely functioning. "Thorne‚ I don't think I can—" "Stand up straight‚ Skye." I straightened my body on trembling legs‚ using the counter behind me for support‚ and looked up at him. His tie was loosened‚ the top button of his shirt undone‚ and a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead. His eyes were still that burning‚ molten color that wasn't quite blue and wasn't quite gold‚ and he was still hard‚ still thick‚ still very clearly not finished. He positioned me sideways so that my left side was facing the mirror. Then he took my left hand and placed it flat on the marble counter. "Hold yourself steady‚" he said. Before I could ask what he was doing‚ he reache

Chapter 23 Skye's POV Oh no. No no no no no. Thorne's hand moved to the door handle and my entire body went cold. "Don't‚" I said‚ grabbing his arm with both hands. "Please don't. Thorne‚ please." Ethan knocked again‚ harder this time. "Come on out now‚" Ethan called through the glass‚ his voice firm and controlled in the way it always got when he was done being patient. "I can see you in there. Clearly. The tint isn't that dark‚ buddy." My heart was slamming so hard against my ribs that I was sure Thorne could hear it. I tightened my grip on his arm and shook my head desperately. "He can't see through this tint‚" Thorne said calmly. "He's bluffing." "It doesn't matter if he's bluffing! If you open that door‚ he will see your face‚ and then my life is over. Do you understand that? Over." "He's going to find out one way or another‚ Skye." His voice was quiet and matter-of-fact‚ like he was stating something as simple as the weather. "Isn't it better that it happen

Chapter 25 Skye's POV I made it through the morning without seeing Thorne again. And by the time lunch break rolled around‚ I had convinced myself that I was fine. Totally fine. Completely unbothered. I headed to the break room where the usual lunch spread was laid out along the counter. Sandwiches‚ salads‚ soup of the day‚ fruit bowls‚ and a pasta station that normally would have made my mouth water but today made my stomach clench. I grabbed a plate‚ put some pasta on it because I needed to look normal‚ and scanned the room for a familiar face. Evelyn was already sitting at our usual table with a salad in front of her and her phone in her hand. Mark was across from her‚ working through a plate of rice and grilled chicken while scrolling through something on his tablet. I sat down next to Evelyn and set my plate on the table. "You okay?" Evelyn asked‚ glancing at me. "You look kind of pale." "I'm fine‚" I said. "Just tired." "Late night?" Mark asked without looki

Chapter 27 Skye's POV "No." He looked down at me with those cold blue eyes and his jaw tightened. "You don't have a choice‚ Skye." "I always have a choice." "No. You don't." He stepped closer until his cock was inches from my face and I could feel the heat coming off his skin. "You signed the contract yourself. You agreed to give me full access to every part of you. So when I tell you to open your mouth‚ you open your mouth." I glared up at him with every ounce of hatred I could gather into my eyes. "Why don't you just go meet with her then?" I said through my teeth. "Why wait till 8pm? She seemed more than willing to give it to you however you like. And I'm sure she's way better in bed than your little contract PA." The stairwell went dead silent. "So that's what this is about‚" he said quietly. "I don't know what you're talking about." "That's why you've been running your mouth all day. The attitude. The slamming doors. The disrespect." A cold smile touche

Chapter 29 Skye's POV I stood in that stairwell for a long time after the door closed behind him. My legs were still shaking. My shirt was ruined. The buttons were scattered somewhere on the concrete floor below me and I didn't even bother looking for them because what was the point. I pulled my bra back up and tugged my skirt down and wiped my face with the back of my hand and tried to breathe like a normal person. It took me five full minutes before I could walk without my knees giving out. I made it down to the fifth floor kitchen on autopilot. My body moved but my brain was somewhere else entirely‚ still stuck in that stairwell‚ still replaying the sound of his voice when he said *that doesn't feel like nothing to me* and the way his body had trembled against mine even though he would never in a million years admit it. I made his coffee. Black. No sugar. Carried it back up twenty flights of stairs because I refused to take the elevator and risk running into anyone wi