All Chapters of Only in Vegas: Claimed by the Devils Son: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Mia’s body jolted despite herself. Her eyes flew to the screen, heart already pounding as if it knew what kind of message might be waiting. Every part of her braced for the worst. An unknown number. A threat. A memory she hadn’t consented to remember. But it wasn’t that. It was Daniel. Daniel: Place is clear. Just an abandoned compound. We’re checking two more spots then heading back. You’re safe. Stay with Lauren. Let Axel and I handle it. Mia let out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding, fingers loosening their tight grip on the phone. Her shoulders slumped with relief. It wasn’t Slade. Not this time. Lauren peeked over her shoulder. “Unless Slade changed his name to Daniel and suddenly got very thoughtful, I think we’re good.” Mia snorted, the tension draining away. “You’re an idiot Lo.” Lauren beamed. “But I’m your idiot. Come on, I nearly had a heart attack watching your face go full horror-movie-final-girl. I thought something awful happened!” Mia rolled her eyes

She was a vision. When Mia stepped into the room wrapped in that sheer red robe, Axel forgot how to breathe. Her hair was still damp from the shower, curling softly against her shoulders. The delicate lace of the babydoll set clung to her body like it had been made to worship every inch of her. The open cups of the bra framed her breasts perfectly. And beneath it—the slit in the middle of the red revealed her thighs, and a seductive pair of crotchless panties. He wasn’t sure if she’d come to destroy him or save him. Maybe both. Daniel looked like he’d been punched in the chest. His book had been ignored and had slipped off the bed hittingthe floor with a thud. Mia just smiled and stepped forward. “I wasn’t sure what tonight was supposed to be,” she said softly. “But I know what I want.” Axel swallowed. His fists clenched at his sides. Every instinct in him screamed to take her, to claim her, to push Daniel out of the room entirely. But then he saw the look in her eyes—the one

Warmth. That was the first thing she noticed. Not the blinding ache in her abdomen or the dull memory of pain. Not even the phantom echoes of what they’d done to her the night before—though her thighs still trembled faintly from it. No. The first thing Mia noticed was warmth. The kind that came from being cocooned between two solid, sleeping bodies—Axel on one side, his arm heavy over her waist, and Daniel curled close at her back, his breath steady against her neck. Her dreams, it seemed, had followed her into the morning. She smiled softly, eyes fluttering open as the early Vegas light trickled in through the crack in the curtains. She shifted slowly, careful not to wake them. Axel murmured something in his sleep and pulled her closer. Daniel groaned, stretching, one hand sliding over her hip in a sleepy, possessive gesture. God. This was real.

The morning sun filtered through the blinds, bathing the safe house in a soft, golden glow. Mia stretched languidly, the sweet tension of last night still echoing in every nerve. She had loved how it had felt to wake up between Axel and Daniel each time felt like a blessing—impossible and fragile, but hers. But waking up without them around was a cold and empty feeling. In the living room, Lauren sipped coffee like a connoisseur, legs crossed, posture confident. The walls of the room bore traces of laughter. Board games half-played, blankets tossed aside, and a single red rose in a vase that Lauren had insisted on buying “to spruce up the safehouse.” Mia padded over in her pyjamas, curling up beside her friend. “Morning.” “Mornin’ sunshine,” Lauren replied, bumping her hip against Mia’s. “How’s the queen of pain today?” Mia grinned and rubbed her side, still tender but healing fast. “Much better, thanks to your miracle cling film job and a decent shower.” Lauren mock-bowed t

The quiet hum of the city outside was a distant whisper compared to the storm inside the small apartment. Mia sat between Axel and Daniel on the edge of the bed, her heart hammering loud enough she was sure they could hear it. The soft glow of the bedside lamp painted their skin gold, turning the moment electric with anticipation and something more fragile, something close to excitement. Axel’s hand rested warm and steady on her waist, his fingers tracing lazy circles that sent shivers crawling down her spine. Daniel’s touch was lighter, a feather brushing over her arm, but the hunger in his dark eyes spoke volumes. Patience, need and fire burning all at once. The space between the three of them pulsed with an unspoken promise, a shared understanding that this was no mere fantasy. It was real. It was theirs. Mia’s breath hitched as she broke the silence. “I want this,” she whispered, voice trembling with a mix of nerves and longing. “All of it. With both of you. Forever.” Axe