All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Liam. “Tell me again, honeybee, what's your name?” I hum slowly, looking down at the Milf kneeling between my legs, her hands tied behind her. She's looking at me like I'm god, the exact same look Bianca gives Dominus, and it's driving him crazy. I’ve totally changed her identity since I took her as mine. My dick pulses in my pants, ready to be shoved deep into her mouth and seek relief. Dominus has found a bit of rest since we got introduced to the Milf who looks exactly like his dead lover, but the older version of her. He demands to be inside her always, and for the past few weeks, he's buried himself deep in her core, fucking her until she caves. “Bianca. My name is Bianca.” She says in response, voice sultry. I look down at her breast, a smile lighting up my face. Her tits are huge, resting on my lap. Reaching out a hand, I massage them, making Dominus growl in pleasure. A few meters from us, the new recruits are practicing tirelessly. Just yesterday, I freed them from

Laura. It's lunch break at work, and I decided to eat at the nearest restaurant to Cryvex. However, I'm with my laptop, slowly aligning the designs for the wallet the team has pulled together while munching on my snacks, when my phone suddenly rings. It's Maisie calling. A quiet laugh escapes me, knowing why she's putting me on a video call. I texted her earlier about Michael's proposal. I fan my face with my hand, adjust my hair well, and slide through the answer button. “Hi, chick.” I keep a cheerful tone because that's how I've been since I got this expensive ring on my finger, since I sent Alicia away from the villa. To think Michael didn't even butt in. He just watched Alicia throw a fit. That night, she'd run to the front of the villa where Michael was discussing with Bones, narrating what had occurred out back. I guess she was hoping Michael was going to lend her some support; unfortunately, his comment slammed her lips shut. Michael, with his hands crossed over his ch

Laura. About six hours later, we landed in New York, apparently at Michael's private airstrip. There are men already waiting for us, all donning black attire and screaming danger. I gulp in the New York air as they usher us to the limousine they've arranged for us, and we quietly dive in.My belly flutters. I doubt I can hide the excitement on my face, no matter how much I try. The way I gawk at the iconic skylines and streets that are buzzing even in the wee hours of the morning, like a child tasting candy for the first time, is very perceptible.Everything is as described about the city. For years, I've dreamt of coming here, dreamt of watching the little street shows at Times Square, but I never got the opportunity. Michael notices it, and he leans into me, humming. “Like it?” “Um…it's cool,” I affirm as we pass through a big boutique that catches my attention. “Want us to relocate?” He teases, pulling my legs onto his lap. I totally melt like a goo when he pulls my shoes o

Laura.I study myself in the mirror, admiring how sexy I look in the belly dance costume with a long veil on my head. The ornaments dangling from the costume jingle at the slightest move.Michael confirmed to have ordered this for me directly from India. He wanted me to look exceptional, and I did look it, only he’s yet to confirm it.Beyond the bedroom door, I can hear him speaking with Bones. Their voices are sharp, the tone alternating between high pitches and soft murmurs. Everything about tonight is definitely worrying him, and I hope it goes as planned.I dab my lips with a burgundy lipstick, which highlights my entire appearance tonight. The color of the lipstick complements the royal purple color of the costume.Tonight, I not only feel exceptionally beautiful, I feel confident.Dropping the lipstick, I trail my hands past the hip belt to my bare torso until I reach my breasts, which are barely covered by the bra.A smile tips up my lips as I think about what Michael’s reactio

Liam. After our last encounter, I didn't fucking know how I'd react if I ever saw Laura again. The girl I wanted to save from the evil clutches of Michael Stone. I wanted her to have a better life with Bianca and me. To show her pleasure, she'd never know from another man, especially not the asshole who fucking donated sperm for me to be born. Despite my efforts, my love, she rejected me. She chose the man who'd spell her death over me. I was thinking that if I saw her again, my heart would still beat for her. That I'd once again claim her, but not anymore. When I saw Laura out there, all I felt was a burning rage and definite hatred. She holds no appeal to me again. She's dead meat. Michael's accomplice. The thought of her in the same city as me grates my nerves. There's this strong urge to ditch my mission, track her down, and gun her down. Yeah, that's how much I hate her.A fucking, traitorous whore, that one. There's no doubt she's still with Michael, but I love karma. Th