Page 81 of Broken Brothers

If this was a test and it was a test I failed, I would truly be fucked, and not in the sexual way. Given that Morgan was my only real ally left and that he was the one who introduced me to Claire, he would know immediately of my folly. And when he knew my folly, he would realize I was an unstable business partner.

Maybe he had planted the idea outside of the bar where I’d made out with Claire not as a move like his old man, but as a way to test me.

I sounded like a fucking lunatic, I know. But could you blame me in my spot? I was always an outsider, and it always seemed like the insiders were working to screw me over, even within my own adoptive family. It was no wonder I had trust issues.

But then the footsteps came, and they came at Claire’s normal pace.

She opened the door, wearing nothing but a towel.

“Hi, Chance,” she said, blushing.

You know, it was funny how I had begun to see her as more and more attractive with each passing day. At first, I had felt no attraction for her. Then I considered her cute and well-put-together, but not arousing. Then I saw her as beautiful.

But today was the first day in which I felt that primal, carnage urge to just slam her against the wall and fuck her right then and there. She knew full well what she was doing answering the door in her towel. Yeah, her hair was wet, indicating she had just showered, but the timing of it was no accident.

I just eyed her up, reveling in how she seemed to shake with excitement at how I examined her. My God, she was beautiful. Wearing nothing but a towel let me see the little freckles at the top of her chest and on her arms, adding features to her pale white skin. Her eyes looked yearningly up to me, as if I and only I could fulfill what she needed right now. She looked like she was begging me to make a move, but I enjoyed seeing her beg, if not out loud.

I took one step in so she could have the courtesy of shutting the door. She quickly did so and locked it. Now, there was nothing between us but the space I would soon close.

“Mmm,” I said, as if enjoying delicious strawberry ice cream. I admired her now-obvious figure and how the hair on her arms was standing up on ends, a sure sign of complete nervousness. I wasn’t sure how her sex life with her last man was, but given how she was all but quivering with anticipation, it was not hard to imagine how much better I would feel in comparison.

This realization activated a side of me that I had never anticipated Claire unlocking. No longer was I objectively lookingat her as beautiful. There was nothing objective about me right now.

It was all subjective. My entire world revolved around Claire McLendon, and it was an intensely hot world, one getting degrees hotter by the second. I put my hand on her shoulder and ran it down her arm. I circled around her, examining every angle, every area of skin, every strand of wet hair running down past her shoulders.

“Such a beautiful body,” I said.

Like a tiger coiling for a strike, I was letting the tension build. When the time came, I would make my move, and Claire would barely be able to know what hit her. Oh, sure, she would know it was Chance Hunt inside her, but it would be a vicious, savage Chance Hunt that she had never seen before. She would wonder where the businessman had gone.

I’d tell her. This wasn’t the polite, courteous, listening Chance Hunt. This was the animal inside Chance Hunt who only shared the same name. This was the beast coming for his beauty. This was the real Chance Hunt.

“Chance,” she said.

I shushed her. Her time for making noise would come once I had her in my arms or underneath me. That was near. But for now, she was mine to control and mine to handle, and I would force her to take what happened in silence.

“You are mine,” I said, breathing hot breath into her ear. “You will do exactly as I say. You will not question me. Do you understand?”

She nodded her head. Good. She was getting the message.

From behind, I slowly placed my hands on the towel, removing it from her. The towel dropped to the floor and I admired her body from behind, saving the best part for last. Her pale skin made her look like something out of a Victorian painting, but it was so fucking perfect I didn’t care if it wasa classic or modern look. I kissed from her neck, running my hands gently across her stomach and up to her breasts. Her nipples were hard and her moaning increased.

I dropped my hands down, down, down… but pulling away just before they touched her there. She started to turn, but I held her firm in place.

“Ah ah. You move when I let you move.”

She turned back. I kissed her down, moving down her back, running my hands over her legs, all while avoiding her pussy. That was to be saved for the end, when she was so riled up and so built up she would feel as if she would have to literally explode from the pleasure coursing through her veins. I went back up her body, enjoying her soft moans that she failed so miserably to repress.

“Turn,” I commanded.

She did, wearing a nervous, anticipatory smile. I had seen enough. I had felt enough. I had smelled enough.

I grabbed her, pulled her to me, and lifted her off the ground as we made our way to her bedroom.

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My shirt went off first, revealing my ripped shoulders, my broad chest, and my bulky arms. Claire moaned as I continued to kiss her, opening my eyes only to make sure I didn’t slam her into a kitchen table or wall by mistake. Once I lined myself up with a clear path to the bedroom, I charged forward.

I dropped her onto the bed, eliciting a quick cry followed by a laugh from her. I waited until she stopped laughing, and then I gave her a sly smile. Oh, was she in for a treat. She thought she knew, but she really didn’t. She had no idea what was coming. Someone as smart as her might have thought they could deduce what was coming, but that was such a naive thought.