All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

GENEVIEVE'S POV My cheeks burned from the harsh reply of the waiter. She said it like I was making too many demands, and maybe I was, because this place wasn't for someone like me. Alpha Andrè sat upright, leaned his elbow on the table, and asked the waiter. “Haven't you heard of the statement ‘ladies first?” The waiter tried to hide her embarrassment with a smile, but he wasn't buying it. His voice dropped to a lower degree as he told her. “Take the lady's order first, and do it on time.“ She nodded slowly, taking a few steps backwards, and I couldn't help the smile on my face. He helped me again. His gaze burned through me as he leaned back in his chair. “I didn't know you were a fan of French toast.“ He was trying to strike a conversation, but I still couldn't let go of the fact that he was trying to force me to live with him. I wasn't going to abandon my life here just to start afresh. If he wasn't ready to understand that, then I wasn't ready to talk to him. “Still no talkin

GENEVIEVE'S POV My palm felt sore from the whole hand job thing, but when I saw the pleasure in his eyes, a part of me was proud I made an Alpha feel that way. His phone was ringing—but he paid no attention to it. He kept telling me to go faster, kept spilling dirty words into my ears, and about half an hour later, he groaned, hips jerking as he released into my hand.I just stayed there, breathing hard, my palm warm and sticky. The air was tense and filled with his scent, and when I gazed into his eyes, there was so much tenderness in them, it was almost unbelievable. It took a moment for me to wash up and adjust my dress. While Alpha Andrè buckled up his pants, he tossed my panties at me. “Wear it, Genny,” there was a teasing smile on his lips, one that made my whole body heat up. Running my fingers over my lacy panties, I headed to the next restroom but Alpha Andrè's voice made me halt. “I want to watch you wear it.” He said calmly, his face straight, like he didn't just say so

ALPHA ANDRÈI didn't just fuck Genevieve—I made love to her. Being inside her was something I couldn't describe. It was unlike every other kind of pleasure I ever felt and as much as I didn't want to stop, I didn't want her to see her break. I helped her to run a bath, made sure it was warm enough to soothe her muscles, and watched as she almost fell asleep in the ceramic bathtub. Genny is one hell of a beauty. I had to tame my cock—which kept twitching at the sight of her bathing—because I could tell she was sore. I wasn't one to push against someone's limits. I'm not that cruel. As soon as she finished having her bath, I tucked her into my bed and had a cold shower. Cold because I wanted to calm the raging monster and I couldn't get the sound of her moans off my head. Cold because I kept hearing her pants, groans, and there was something sinful about the way she called my name. Balling my hands into fists, I drove it into the wall. What was she doing to me? Stepping out of th

GENEVIEVE'S POVI woke up to a sharp, persistent pressure poking at my lower back. At first, I couldn’t place what it was something hard and unyielding pressing insistently against me. My eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the dim light spilling through the cracked curtains. The faint hum of early morning stillness wrapped around the room, but the feeling at my back was impossible to ignore.When my mind finally caught up with my senses, the realization hit me with equal parts shock and awkwardness Andre’s dick was pressing against me, unmistakably hard and demanding attention. I froze for a moment, heart thudding unevenly in my chest, caught between surprise and that inexplicable mix of tension and heat that always seemed to rise when it was just the two of us like this.I tried to shift away as gently as I could, careful not to wake him, but he stirred, his voice a low murmur in the silence. “I was fine,” he said softly, voice still thick with sleep. “I didn’t want to wake you

GENEVIEVE’S POVI woke to the sound of the shower. Water pounding against tile. Steam curling into the room. My thighs were sticky, my body sore in that deep, bruised way that reminded me exactly who I belonged to even if I hated the truth of it.André.I sat up slowly, muscles protesting. Every part of me ached with memory. My neck bore his bite, my hips his fingerprints, and between my legs God, between my legs I could still feel the ghost of him. Thick, merciless, possessive.I should’ve felt shame. Should’ve felt rage.But all I felt was the burn of defiance lighting me from the inside out.I pulled one of his shirts from the floor, tugged it over my head. It hung off me like a brand. His scent clung to the cotton, and my traitorous body inhaled it like a drug.He walked out of the bathroom like he owned the world and me in it. Steam rolled out behind him like fog off a battlefield. A towel hung low on his hips, water dripping down his chiseled chest, gliding between every line of