Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friends

Divided Loyalty

I ran up the grand stairs into my bedroom, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The cold water dripped from my soaked dress, leaving a trail across the dark wooden floorboards. I quickly locked my bedroom door behind me, stripped off the wet clothes, and dried my skin with a large towel. My skin was hot and red, still tingling from the pressure of Lucas's hands in the pool. I threw on a simple silk robe, tying the belt tightly around my waist, and sat on the edge of my bed.

I could hear distant shouting coming from Nathan's office downstairs. He was screaming at Lucas. The sound of their heavy, angry voices made me shiver with anxiety. I covered my face with my hands, overwhelmed by the insane drama I was trapped in. Three dangerous men were claiming me, touching me, and kissing me right under my brother's nose. The wild danger of it all made my blood run hot, even though I knew it could destroy everything.

I stayed hidden inside my room for hours until the sun set and the sky turned pitch black outside my window. The house grew completely quiet.

Around eight in the evening, my stomach began to rumble with hunger. I needed to get a light snack from the kitchen. I unlocked my door gently, peeked out into the long, dim hallway, and stepped out into the quiet shadows. I walked slowly on my bare feet, trying hard not to make a single sound.

As I reached the midpoint of the hallway, past the empty guest rooms, a shadow detached itself from the dark corner.

Before I could even gasp, a large, warm hand reached out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me swiftly inside an empty guest bedroom. The heavy wooden door shut with a quiet, firm click, locking us into total darkness.

"Sandro!" I whispered frantically, my back hitting the smooth wall.

A small beam of moonlight coming through the balcony window illuminated his face. Sandro was standing right over me. He had taken off his dark suit jacket, and his white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top, exposing the muscular hollow of his throat. His gray eyes were dark and intense, burning with a dangerous flame as he looked down into my face.

"He is getting too close to you, Isabelle," Sandro said softly, his voice low and dangerous like a quiet growl. He stepped up until his broad chest was brushing against mine, raising his large hands to place his palms flat on the wall on both sides of my head, trapping me completely.

"Who?" I asked, my voice trembling as my breath hitched in my throat. "Nathan?"

"Lucas," Sandro spat out softly, his gray eyes narrowing. "You look at him differently. You let him touch you in front of the whole world by that pool."

"I did not let him!" I argued, my chest rising and falling fast against his. "He pulled me into the water! Nathan almost caught us, Sandro!"

"I do not care about Nathan," Sandro whispered, leaning his face down until his lips were brushing against my jawline. "I care about the way your body reacted when Lucas held you. I saw the way you looked at him when you stepped out of the water."

"Sandro, please..." I gasped out as his hot mouth moved over the sensitive skin of my neck.

He leaned his weight into me, pinning my hips firmly against the wall with his hard body. He placed a slow, wet kiss right over my racing pulse, his lips pressing firmly into my skin. A sharp shiver ran straight down my spine, making my knees go soft. Sandro let out a quiet groan against my throat, his long fingers leaving the wall to slide down my bare arms.

He gripped the belt of my silk robe, untying the knot with one smooth pull. The front of my robe fell open slightly, exposing my chest and bare stomach to the cool air and his hot, possessive gaze.

"Sandro, no!" I whispered, but my hands traitorously reached up to rest against his muscular chest, feeling the intense heat radiating off his skin.

"Do not lie to me, Isabelle," Sandro murmured, his gray eyes locked onto my open robe. "Your body wants me just as much as it wants them. Look at how hot your skin is."

He reached down and slid his hand inside my open robe, his rough, warm palm pressing directly against the bare skin of my waist. His fingers squeezed my soft flesh, sliding slowly over my hip and down to my bare thigh. I let out a loud, needy gasp into the dark room, my head falling back against the wall as a wave of intense pleasure rushed straight through my lower body.

Sandro took advantage of my weakness, leaning down to capture my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue slid past my lips, taking full control of my breath. He kissed me with a dark, hungry passion that made my mind go completely blank. I forgot about Lucas, I forgot about Luis, and I forgot about my brother downstairs. All I could feel was Sandro's large hands, his hot mouth, and his thick body pressing me into the wall.

He moved his mouth down my chin to my collarbone, biting the soft skin gently before licking the tiny ache with his warm tongue. His hand slid higher up my bare thigh, his thumb rubbing small, dangerous circles against my bare skin, making a breathless moan escape my throat.

"You feel so sweet and wet for me, little girl," Sandro growled softly against my skin, his fingers pressing deeper into my thigh. "You belong to me."

"I... I cannot..." I panted out, my fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as he kissed down the front of my chest, making my skin burn with pure, dirty desire.

Sandro pulled his mouth back slowly, his breath coming in heavy gasps against my face. He grabbed both of my wrists in one of his large hands, raising them high above my head and pinning them flat against the cold wall. With his other hand, he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look straight into his glowing gray eyes.

Sandro held my wrists firmly above my head and looked deep into my eyes with absolute authority. "Tell me you are mine, Isabelle," Sandro whispered, his voice dark and commanding. "Say it right now."

Before I could open my mouth to answer him, the silent night was shattered by the sound of someone frantically trying to turn the door handle of the guest room from the outside.