All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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It was you

Laura. I lost concentration at work after what I saw. It's very obvious now that Michael was cheating on me. With whom? I have no idea. It doesn't seem to be Alicia, but if it's not her, who then was it? Everything else remains a blur from that moment on. It seems Boris noticed it and insisted on driving me home today. Home. That word grates on my nerves now. What home am I going to? The one where Michael brings in other women and fucks them? A quiet, bitter laugh tears out of my chest, echoing in the car. I notice Boris looking at me through the rearview mirror, probably wondering why I'm laughing, but instead of stopping, I laugh harder. This relationship of ours is just an endless circle of back and forth. Has it been long, Michael and I reconciled, and yet here we are again in yet another fight. But you aren't sure if Michael has anything to do with that? The voice in my head chimes in, dropping its two cents. I hate that my mind has a way of justifying Michael even when

Pussy-hungry men

Laura. I'm back where it all began— Sin House. It feels just like yesterday when I came in here with my heart shattered into pieces, seeking redemption. In the most twisted ways, I found the redemption I sought in the hands of my ex-boyfriend's dad. If only I knew that redemption would bite me back in the ass, that it would paint my face black, I guess I wouldn't have sought it out. My heart's aching and squeezing so tight against my chest. It feels like my breath is about to run out, and if it does, death follows. I sniffle, the sound echoing in the silence of my car. Darkness looms over the environment as more and more luxurious cars pull up, engines fading into a low hush. As it was before, men and women who reek of power walk out of the cars, heading into the club. I never knew I'd be back here so soon, but I guess it was bound to happen considering that circumstances kept making that decision for me. Even though my heart is broken, I'm not back here tonight to seek redemp

Ex-girlfriend

Laura. “Of course, Madame.” The man says in response, a pearl-like gleam in his green eyes. His knees meet the floor before me, and as he crawls over like a little pet, I feel the surge of power rush through me, one I've never felt before. I never knew being a dominatrix comes with such power. A smile blooms on my face, and I watch him inch closer. When he's at my feet, he sticks out his tongue as he removes my stilettos and places reverent kisses on my toes. The rush of power fades, and suddenly, my body curls inward with disgust. Guilt rises, but I swallow it down. I'm not permitted to feel any of this at all. Not permitted to think about Michael. “You're mine, Malishka.” His possessive words echo in my mind. No, Laura, focus on the handsome man at your feet! I howl to myself, panting. Diligently, the man's lips come up, pasting on my shins down to my calves. The breath I'm breathing in feels hot, my lungs closing in on themselves. “I love you, little flame.” Michael's w

Something like pleasure

Laura. Michael releases a slow breath, head shaking like he can't believe what he's hearing. It takes a while for him to speak, and when he does, I notice something crack in his expression, like he's disappointed that I'm truly doubting his fidelity. What exactly does he expect? That I'll trust him one hundred percent when he's this good-looking? When he's mafia? Well, trust issues are a thing, and I've them. “Does it ever occur to you that I'd never do anything to hurt you?” His voice comes out raspy. He grabs my hands, holding them tighter. “Don't you get it, little flame? You're practically the only woman I'd be faithful to. Why would I want to destroy what we have just for some ex?” Now that makes me feel…bad. Ugh! This isn't how I planned for the night to end at all. “I don't know what to believe, Michael, but I saw the hickeys on her body. I saw her playing with herself on your phone…” “What?” He snorts. “That's impossible…” Michael tries to argue but suddenly pauses,

I know you like it naughty

Laura.Oh God, I'm losing my mind. This is a very dangerous game that we're playing, and yet, I don't have the will to tell him to stop. And that's because I'm enjoying it. I love the fact that we're edging the lines between life and death. There's something thrilling about it. Something dark, something I've never felt before. My pussy is already lubricating for him. My breath is hot and labored. I squirm against the shelves, against the guns, basking in the cool bite of their touch while Michael deals incredible pleasure to me using the revolver.I bit my lip, watching as the gun whirls on the pebbled tips, its mouth sucking them up. “Daddy…that's dangerous…” I echo, panting. The gleam in Michael's eyes says the same. He loves the way we're taunting life and death. The way we're blurring the lines between safety and danger, pleasure and pain. “Are you scared?” He growls, pulling the gun away from my nipple to the valley of my breasts. Goosebumps cover my skin as he rolls th

Poison

Laura. I woke up alone today. Michael's already gone. I'm guessing he went to the gym or he's in the barracks working with his men. My nether parts feel so sore that I can barely move; however, work is calling, and I need to answer.The Phoenix project is coming up nicely and well, but after what I saw yesterday beneath Sin House, I wonder if Michael truly needs that project. He has a handful of tech experts who can get the project done in a jiffy, yet he came to me. I guess that's all the proof I need to know that he's truly, crazily in love with me. He doesn't want money, nor the project. He just wants me. Ugh! I actually hate that doubt rears its head inside me once in a while. I hate that I pick up a fight with him instead of communicating the right way, but what can I say? I'm just a girl who's madly in love with him and can hardly take in the fact that Michael kept secrets from me and that he has an ex who's still head over heels for him. My hand splays over to his side

Come with me

Laura. “Are you nuts, Laura?” Alicia barks dangerously, but I'm not in the least fazed by her actions. Vernon drips from her mouth when she utters the next sentence. “It seems to me your age is affecting your brain.” She laughs. Anger simmers inside me. This woman has the nerve to degrade me!? Oh, so it's about my age now? She is threatened by the fact that I'm younger than her? “Huh! What was I expecting? You're too young to think like a woman, and that's why you act childishly.” She meets me nose to nose now, our eyes daggering each other. Behind us, the maids are sneaking a peek at her, murmuring to themselves in the kitchen. “Do you think they're going to fight?” “I think worse, god, this has never happened in this house before.” “What do we do? I don't want to get caught up in this!” Of course, those murmurs can hardly cool the tension in the air nor the aggression roping our insides. It's clear we hate each other, and there'll never be anything like redemption betwee

Orgasmic mess

Laura. Clearly, there's a mishap somewhere, or my mind is just processing this too far. Michael isn't about to send me out of his life, is he? Worry clogs my throat, and I suddenly become uncomfortable. He couldn't have chosen Alicia over me, could he? Is he about to dump me somewhere because I fought with Alicia? No, that can't be. I push the dread down my throat and glance at him. “Where are we going?” I ask, perturbed. He breathes visibly through his mouth, eyes on the road ahead. “I've told you where we're going.” “Blow off steam?” I snort. “That isn't a location. Besides, I didn't tell you I wanted to blow off some steam.” He gives a brief look, the glint in his eyes arresting my breath a little. My heart flips, and I feel something flutter in my belly. “You don't need to tell me you need to blow off steam for me to know that you need it.” Despite that, I feel uncomfortable. “I wasn't the only one who fought, was I?” I muse aloud, our eyes threading. The flip in my

First lady of the Brotherhood bratva

Laura. We finally arrived at the set. But it isn't just any set, it's a shooting range. I puff a string of breath, not sure whether to feel disappointed or annoyed that this is where he brought me to blow off some steam. Earlier, I was thinking it'd be an orgy party, but when we pulled into this village, that thought switched to something else— animals. I thought maybe he's bringing me here to bond with horses and whatnot. I think my disappointment will be much worse if that were the case, not because I don't like animals, but it isn't exactly a good way to blow off steam. Well this… I don't know what to make of it. “The place is good and ready to be used, Shark.” Obren's voice resounds. I cut my eyes to him, watching him edge back to the front gate. The range is an open space with the targets set several meters away from the shed, standing tall and unshaken even as the sun blasts off of it. As Obren's footfall fades, I turn to Michael with my hands resting on my waist, head

His fiancee

Laura. Is the world blue or misty? Is it watery? My eyes are filled with tears, lips curved in the boldest smile I've had since… my first orgasm with Michael. Butterflies have taken residence in my stomach, no doubt given the way I feel. Isn't this a dream? I had to pinch myself to confirm that. It's real, Michael's proposing to me. The man who chased me down to my workplace and made me an offer I couldn't resist. It's been a back-and-forth squabble between us, but each of them tends to bring us closer. At this point, I can't imagine my world without Michael in it. Unbiddenly, laughter hurls out from the depths of my being, echoing in the air. My hand clasped over my mouth. The tears are blurring my vision, but amidst that, I croak. “Yes! God, yes. I wanna make it permanent.” And with speed, Michael slides the ring onto my finger, rushes to his feet, and clamps me into a tight, breath-stealing hug. “Fuck, yes!!! She said yes!!” He roars to the universe while I giggle, my

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