Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 37 So hot

Victoria’s POV:

I found myself drowning in Damian’s eyes, deep and dangerous like whirlpools in the darkest ocean.

My breath caught in my throat as I gazed at his face so close to mine—the perfectly carved features seemed almost unfairly beautiful.

His high cheekbones, those sensual thin lips, his Adam’s apple...

Arthur, his wolf, radiated a power that my Nora could feel beneath the surface.

I couldn’t maintain eye contact with him—because I was too attracted to him. My wolf Nora was practically howling within me, craving our mate, even though my magic bracelet prevented him from feeling the same connection.

"I..." was all I managed to say before his mouth claimed mine.

His kiss was as domineering as he was, his smoky cedar scent overwhelming my senses as he took complete control. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as his tongue pushed past my lips, exploring with deliberate precision.

There was no space left between our bodies, and I felt my heartbeat accelerate to a dangerous rhythm.

My fingers curled involuntarily, my palms becoming damp with sweat. This feeling—this primal, instinctual connection—was something I had never experienced in my five years with Ethan.

Ethan. The memory of him came uninvited. Our meeting had been like something from a movie—my white knight in my moment of pain.

Our relationship had developed slowly, comfortably, until he asked me to be his. But looking back now, our romance was painfully ordinary. Ethan was always busy competing for the family inheritance, barely having time for me.

In those five years, we spent less than a few days together each month. I would clean his home, cook his meals, while his mother repeatedly cornered me with vicious words about my perceived lack of status.

I had endured all of this for Ethan’s sake. What a fucking waste.

A sharp bite on my lips pulled me back to reality. Damian’s eyes had darkened dangerously.

"What are you thinking about?" he growled against my mouth. "Don’t tell me you’re thinking about another man while kissing me."

My silence was damning.

"It’s Ethan, isn’t it?" His laugh was cold, cruel. "What’s so special about that worthless dog that you can’t forget him?"

"I’m not obsessed with him," I said firmly. "I’ve let go. All I feel is disgust."

"Really?" Damian’s voice dropped an octave. "Your body tells a different story. That pathetic excuse of a man couldn’t satisfy you properly. Let me help you forget him the right way."

Before I could respond, I was in his arms, my body lifted effortlessly to his chest.

"Fuck!" I gasped, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck.

Instead of placing me on the couch, Damian sat down first, settling me directly on his lap. The intimacy of our position was undeniable—I could feel every inch of his hardness pressing against my core through our clothes.

"You need to let me—mmm!"

His mouth captured mine again, more demanding than before. One hand gripped the back of my head while the other slid down to cup my ass, pulling me tighter against his erection.

I tried to shift my position, but this only made me grind directly against his hard cock.

"Don’t move," he commanded, his voice tight with barely controlled desire.

I protested verbally, but a rush of wetness between my thighs betrayed me. Nora was going wild within me.

His lips traveled down my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder—I shuddered violently, arching into him as his hands slipped under my shirt, palms burning against my bare skin.

"Damn." he murmured against my throat, his fingers expertly unfastening my bra.

His thumb brushed over my nipple and I couldn’t suppress my moan. In one swift motion, he lifted my shirt, exposing my breasts to the cool air before his hot mouth descended on one sensitive peak.

"Damian," I gasped as his free hand traveled up my thigh, pushing up my skirt. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, teasing but not quite touching where I suddenly, desperately needed him.

"You’re fucking perfect," he growled, turning his attention to my other breast while his fingers finally, mercifully slipped beneath the fabric barrier.

As his fingers circled my clit through my panties with maddening precision.

Oh God, this was torture.

I struggled to move my hips away, escaping his touch.

Who knew he would get angry.

"Don’t tell me you’re saving yourself for that bastard," he snarled, possessive fury flashing in his eyes.

I shook my head frantically, my hands still gripping his shoulders. "No, it’s not that. You know I’m on my period."

"You’re teasing me like this and I can’t handle it. But we can’t do anything right now."

Despite the heat of the moment, he immediately withdrew his hand, though he kept me firmly seated on his lap. His forehead dropped to my shoulder, breathing heavily as he struggled to regain control.

"Next time you’re on your period, don’t tease me like this," he murmured, lips brushing my collarbone.

I protested: "I was just getting water when you approached me. You kissed me first!"

He lifted his head, that sinful mouth curving into a dangerous smirk. "You’re the one who said this afternoon in my office that you wanted to show me your ’new skills.’"

"I said new recipes!" I corrected him, trying to ignore how his hands were now tracing lazy circles on my hips. "Not skills. Don’t twist my words!"

We stayed like that for several moments, my body still straddling his, until the awkwardness of our position finally registered through my hormone-addled brain.

"It’s getting late," I said, trying to sound casual while my nipples were still obviously hard through my hastily rearranged shirt. "I should go home."

"What about me?" his voice was rough, challenging.

My face burned even hotter. "What about you? You should handle it yourself. I’m leaving!"

I practically scrambled off his lap, my legs embarrassingly unsteady as I adjusted my clothes.

"I’ll have someone drive you home," he called after me.

"Not necessary!" I called back, almost running toward the stairs rather than waiting for the elevator. Every second in his presence was dangerous.

Back at my place, I collapsed against the door, heart still racing. I touched my swollen lips, still tasting him there. The throbbing between my legs hadn’t subsided. If I hadn’t been on my period, I would definitely be in bed with him right now.

I—wanted him.

Damian Sterling was clearly a master of seduction, and I needed to keep my distance. His devastating beauty alone was enough to cloud my judgment. And he was still Ethan’s half-brother—from the same family that had caused me such pain. I couldn’t risk falling into another trap.

But as I slipped my hand between my legs to ease the ache he’d left behind, I couldn’t help wondering if it was already too late.