All Chapters of Claimed By My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Katherine's Pov “Why are you in the rain, Katherine? Get up.” His voice was deep, cutting through the heavy sound of the rain. He stood over me, holding a large black umbrella that was shielding both of us from the water. Water was dripping from the edges of the umbrella, but he didn't seem to notice. He was just looking down at me, his dark eyes fixed on my face with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. "Stand up from the rain, Katherine," he repeated, his tone firmer this time. "You're going to get sick if you stay down there." I swallowed hard, the taste of tears and dirty rainwater bitter in my mouth. I felt a sudden, intense wave of embarrassment wash over me. Of all the people to find me sitting on the curb, sobbing like a child after being splashed by a car, it had to be him. I wiped my face with the back of my wet hand, glaring up at him through my eyelashes. "Leave me alone," I muttered, my voice cracking. "I'm not getting up. I'm going to stay here until the rain

Katherine's Pov I blinked hard, my face instantly burning with a massive blush. I tried to look away, to look at the ceiling, the floor, the walls, anywhere else, but I couldn't take my eyes off him. My gaze kept drifting back down, my heart hammering against my ribs. Nathaniel turned around and caught me staring. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his lips, his dark eyes glinting with pure amusement as he noticed my red face. "Enjoying the view?" He teased, his voice low and smooth. "I… I wasn't looking at anything," I stammered, my voice squeaking a little as I pulled the towel tighter around myself, feeling incredibly exposed. He let out a short chuckle, walking over to the bed where a neatly folded piece of clothing was lying. "I already put your wet clothes in the washing machine downstairs," he said, his tone returning to normal. "But I don't really have any women's clothes here for you to wear, so you're going to have to make do with one of mine." He picked up the

Katherine's Pov I shifted my weight on the leather couch, trying to turn my body toward Nathaniel so I could look at him properly. It was hard to move. My legs felt like lead, and the oversized black shirt kept getting caught under my thighs. I practically dragged myself across the cushions until I was facing him completely, my knees pulled up near my chest, the hem of the shirt barely covering me.I stared at him for a long time, my blurry vision kept going in and out of focus, trying hard to lock onto his sharp jawline, his messy dark hair, and the broad, shirtless chest that was rising and falling with his steady breathing. Why was he sitting there looking so perfect? Why did he get to have a huge house and a perfect life while mine was lying in the gutter covered in muddy street water? It wasn't fair. None of it was fair.Suddenly, a wave of completely irrational, hot irritation washed over me as I kept staring at his face. The lines of his face started to blur together with ano

Note: Viewers Discretion Is Advised. Sex Scene Ahead Katherine's Pov “This is going to serve as evidence against you, Katherine. Just in case you tag me as a pervert, I mean… I won't deny it. But you're the biggest pervert I know, you little fox.” He muttered, his voice clear from the phone. I whimpered and started to shift, grinding myself against his bulge. At one point, I even unbuckled his belt and started to touch his dick, that was when Nathaniel finally moved. Not to kiss me and definitely not to touch me. He pushed me gently but firmly onto my back, pulled the covers over me, and stood up. The video ended there. I sat there, stunned, my face burning, my chest tight. “That… that can’t be real. It's fake, it's AI!” “It’s real,” he said, dropping the phone onto the nightstand. “And after I left, I heard you. You were touching yourself under those sheets, whispering my name and moaning. You don't know how much torture you put me through yesterday, Katherine. I don't h

Katherine's Pov I collapsed back against the pillows, my chest heaving, lungs starving for air as my body twitched in the aftermath. The room felt dizzyingly bright, the scent of sex heavy and musk in the air. I could feel the wetness beneath me, evidence of how thoroughly he’d just wrecked me, but I couldn't bring myself to care. All I could do was stare up at the ceiling, trying to remember how to breathe. "Good girl.” Nathaniel rasped, his voice dripping with satisfaction. I heard the rustle of fabric, and then the sound of him pulling down his slacks. My heart, which had just started to slow down, kicked into a frantic rhythm again. This was it. He was going to fuck me now. He straightened up, his hand moving to his waist, and with a rough tug, he freed himself. My breath hitched in my throat as his cock sprang free, heavy and thick, slapping against his stomach. He was huge and throbbing, the veins roping around the shaft pulsing with need. He was fully erect, the tip glis