บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Michael. The first suckle she gives me is slow. Just a little lap of her deft tongue past the cap of my dick to the thick base like she's tasting me. She smacks her lips together, savoring the taste, her eyes full of gleam. I watch the spectacle that is her tasting and holding my cock like it's her possession. She smiles at me then, humming. “Tastes like salty goodness…” “Take more, Malishka…” “Goddaughter…” she chimes in, reminding me of the title of what we're together. My dick pulses at that title. It's forbidden and hot all at once. Giving her a smirk, I comply. “Goddaughter. Suck daddy more.” Her only response is a quick dive back on my shaft. Her mouth envelops me. I push to the base of her throat, feeling the bundle of flesh yield to my invasion, making Laura gag. I curse, loving how she's choking on me. The sweetness of it all and the trickle of pleasure it courses down my body. My stomach knots, not from dread but from the desire to keep from blowing up in her mout

Laura. We finish dressing in record time and start heading to the party with a large convoy behind us. Bones is sitting beside the driver, directing him to the location of the Founder's party. While dressing up, Michael told me all about the Allied Faction—- what led to its formation and how long it's been in existence. It all started when the man named Raven Blue declared war on the clans that make up the underworld. The very man who killed my parents. That name brings a bitter taste to my tongue. I truly wish I could meet the motherfucker and kill him myself, but Michael made it known that Raven Blue is long dead. A forgotten soul, probably rotting in hell or somewhere worse than hell.He told me the war began right after Michael was in captivity under Raven Blue, whose sister, their clan's whore and a lover to her brother, Raven, was Michael's ex-wife. The one he killed. The very reason Liam hates his father. It makes me wonder if Liam truly knows the truth about what his m

Laura. I move outside the front staircase, clambering down with vigor, Michael on my toe. The compound is as crowded and noisy as the inside, and I grasp onto Michael's hand, leading him to the gate. “Where are we going?” He asks with exhilaration, like someone going on his first adventure. “Just trust me!” My voice rises above the chaotic sound of music, chatters, and moans. “Hmm, lead the way, my lady. I'm just yours to tour.” I can't help the laughter that tumbles from my mouth. This man knows how to get reactions from me with just his words. I swear, my legs are shaking all from the hunger vibrating from my cunt. I'm wet everywhere, and the thought of Michael going down on me in our place of adventure drives the hunger wilder. I bite my lip between my teeth as a means of control. That barely works. And Michael's teasing words aren't making it any easier. “Damn, are you wearing any panties at all, my lady? Your ass is shaking pretty nicely. Going to make me blow my cum

Liam. Finally, they met with their end, my father, his clan members, and the rest of the faction. Every corner of that mansion is on fire now. I can hear them screaming as the fire eats them all, inch by fucking inch. Since I suggested eliminating all of them using this strategy, I've been monitoring them. Mostly, I kept my eyes on my father while Igor and Tits monitored the others. Of course, not even Michael detected that he was being stalked, such a shame. I became a shadow he couldn't see, and I watched all the atrocities he's been committing with Laura. The thought of her always brings a bitter taste to my mouth. I can't help but feel fire lick at my skin every goddamn time. I told myself I'm over her, that Laura is nothing but a golden bitch, yet whenever I see her with my dad, it's always as if someone's driving a knife through my chest over and over again. Hence, this stalking mission assigned to us by Uncle Raven was a torturous one for me. I don't know about others,

Michael. Following the officer's footsteps, we barrel back into the ruined mansion's kitchen, or what remains of it. There's still a flurry of movements happening around, the firefighters moving efficiently to cease the flames, the paramedics putting survivors in gurneys and rolling them out, officers navigating the corners, searching. Everything is being done with precision, but the damage has been done. The Allied Faction has taken the blow. Smoke scatters into my lungs as we enter the kitchen, mingling with the scent of burnt flesh. I cough loudly, using my arm to block my nose. Bones does the same as the officer draws to a halt on a mangled, charred body. The urge to retch surges through me, but I force it down, face twitching as I alternate a look between the body and the officer, waiting for an explanation. He gestures to the body. “Do you notice anything, Mr. Stone?” My brows furrow, and I look deeply. And there it is, fragments of wiring, battery casing, and some other