All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Laura.This project, my desire for promotion, and a hot orgasm are going to be the death of me today.I’ve turned from Michael’s worker into his…captor. My heart shakes as I remember every word he punctuated out there, his expression so dark it could drown me out.I should be scared…well, I’m scared but not in the way you think. I’m only scared I’m letting myself enjoy the things I shouldn’t and wouldn’t have ever done.Like fingering your pussy in a restaurant while he watched you? The sly voice in my head pitches in.Ugh, the reminder makes me grumble. But I didn’t think that I’d love it.Apparently, the orgasm I had there with him, just devouring me with his sharp, intense look, I never had it when I was with Liam.Michael’s words, acts, gaze…it all sets me on fire.That moment I saw him whispering into the waiter’s ear, I was sort of scared for the boy and equally embarrassed.I don’t know, but ever since he told me he would’ve killed my boyfriend to have me, all I imagine is him

Michael.The wide-eyed look on Laura’s face right now is pure ambrosia to me. Literally all the women I’ve brought in here had that priceless look, but it didn’t turn me on like Laura’s doing.She strides further into the room, the lights glistening off her body, but my girl is so focused on the things she’s seeing.I know the shocked look on her face is not about the spanking bench or the suspender frames or the array of bdsm tools that line up the table at the corner of the room.It's the wide array of erotic portraits on the walls, drawn by the one and only erotic artist in the underworld, Silas Moretti, who’s a non-aligned informant to mafia clans. Silas trades the secrets of most clans, and he makes a shit ton of money from it.Each of these erotic portraits costs over fifty thousand dollars, and I’ve about a hundred of them lining the walls.I got these portraits not because they’re so beautiful but because they’re an illustration of our deepest fantasies. The ones people don’t

Laura.Since morning, I’ve been walking around the office like someone who has a gun shoved up their cunt, thanks to the fucking IUD I got introduced to by Dr. Kelly, the woman who Mai”Ie introduced me to after having to beg for her assistance.Dr. Kelly is more like the doctor handling their stripping group. Maisie and her colleagues usually go to her to get some birth control shots and check themselves for infection.Thanks to fucking Michael Stone, I’m among Dr. Kelly’s clients now.I’m glad the whole process of getting the shot was easy, but right now, I’m reminded I’ve something inserted in me with every damn move I make.Ugh!Being on this IUD is safer than getting pregnant after signing that sex contract.Seriously, I want to bash myself for being so dumb and hasty when he gave me that contract to sign, but after having his cock shoved into my pussy yesterday, I can’t find it in me to chide myself.Michael’s cock wrecked me and left no crumbs. The experience was so amazing that

Michael.Combining business with pleasure is Antonio Bianci’s fucking forte, the don of the Bianci mafia clan, our oldest allies.My men and I have been here for the past four hours to talk business, but in those four hours, Antonio had screwed six women.He's a sucker for It, and that’s why he purchases women for pleasure from across the world.On the west side of his villa, he built a large harem for them, containing about a hundred women of all colors.Right now, sprawled on all fours on the round mahogany table of his meeting room is a brown skinned woman.I don’t know her name. I don’t care to know, but he calls her rabbit.Her medium-brown skin color turns a shade of red as Antonio swats her ass cheeks, digging his fingers into her pussy.She moans, her body shuddering under Antonio’s touch.Her face twists as desire rains all over her body. All the swat he renders on her ass cheeks makes her breasts jiggle, her pointed brown nipples digging into the wooden table.Bones is sitti

Michael.I don’t let Laura breathe in the car, no.I kiss her as if letting go of her lips will be the death of me.Fuck, it damn is.She twitches in my arms, straddling me as I drink from her mouth, feeding her my tongue.Our breaths rip through the car, turning the cool air coming from the A/C hot.I don’t fucking give a shit that Bones and the driver are here. They wouldn’t dare watch me while I’m giving my girl pleasure.“No…no,” Laura cries, eyes skyward as I drag my lips down her chin to the slope of her neck.She bounces on top of me, her hot nub rubbing against the organ bleeding with pleasure fluid in my pants.“This…is too much…fuck,” The breathless words vibrate from her, half begging me to stop and half-begging to keep going.I chuckle at that, spreading my lips over her shoulder blade, my lips moving like a piece on the chessboard.Her body shakes, the weight going off against my lips.I glide a finger over the neck of her top, dragging it down to bare that rich, fair ski