บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Laura.Fuming at Michael’s words, I climb down from the Island, extricating myself from him.I can’t stand knowing he actually wants me to…get pregnant for him!Jesus, his cock may be sweet, but I won’t let it numb my rational thoughts. It’s men like him who abandon a woman once he finds out she’s with child, and truthfully, I am not ready to be a single mom.I prance away from the kitchen into the large living room. Suddenly, I stop, looking around as confusion wraps around me.Where exactly am I going?I should be heading home, right?The resolve to head home sets halfway inside me until I check the time on my phone.It’s almost ten, and very late for me to drive.Oops, speaking of driving, my car’s still at Cryvex. Oh, great.So, I’ll be forced to spend the goddamn night here! Ugh!Briskly, I twist around just in time for Michael to exit casually from the kitchen. From the smirk on his face, I can tell he knows what’s up with me.“Any problem, little flame!?” He growls, strolling t

Michael.I’d be a fool to let Laura go. That girl has literally weaved me around her fingers, all I do and breathe is her.I can’t remember the last time I was this genuinely happy until I met her. Yet last night, I messed everything up.Said some shits I wasn’t meant to say all because the demons in my head resurfaced when she tried to touch my scars.No one has touched those scars since I got them because if they do, I’d be reminded of the worst decision I made in life when I was younger.These scars are the reason I barely sleep at night, always on the edge due to the nonstop panic.Of course, none of my men knows about that. It’s the one secret I intend to take to my grave.I thought I had it under control, yet this ugly mark of my near-death experience still manages to ruin things for me.Last night, it took all I could not to go into a straight-out panic attack in front of Laura. I masked that with a steel look in my eyes and a grit to my jaw.I masked it with my cruel words onl

Michael.A sizzling heat that threatens to pull me under is what I feel the moment Laura’s palm meets my back.It feels like a violation, a break to the vow I made many years ago— no one would ever see this except Bones.He knows half the story. Not all.He was the one who drew the tattoo on me, a symbol of my survival and what I became after I left death’s grip.A pakhan never tells his whole story. I’m wired to bury even my deepest pain, and that’s exactly how I buried this pain after three horrendous months of untold suffering.Three gruesome months of being gone from the world.Three torturous months of being submerged back and forth in a water tunnel, caged like a feast to the beasts.The beasts whose name I call myself today— Shark.But in this case, it wasn’t just one. There were five of them, circling me like a meal they needed to grab and feast on.While struggling to breathe under the water, I still squirmed in the cage in my bid to get away from the monstrous creatures trai

Laura.Michael smirks, taking me in.“What's the key for, huh?” I ask him, our faces a hairsbreadth away from each other.His hand lands on the blade of my right hip, thumb gently rolling back and forth.His semen drips down my thighs, cool against my skin.“Why don't we go find out, Malishka?”I feel equal parts scared and curious, so I give a brisk nod to his words.Eyes on me, Michael steps backward to give me space to readjust my dress.He starts to buckle up again, putting his clothes on. His movements are fluid and elegant.He practically does everything regally, and I must admit, it makes my attraction for him burn deeper.I cut my gaze away from him, searching for a paper napkin to wipe his release dripping down my thighs.In record time, we're both dressed up like nothing intense happened here, but who am I kidding?The whole place smells of sex, and with the way I moaned so loudly? I can bet the whole building heard my voice.To sum it up, everyone certainly knows something

Michael.It’s been hours since I came to Sin House to watch the two women who had been nothing but a thorn in my girl’s flesh.They’ve been secluded in the basement, blind folded, hands tied, body squirming from pain as Boris uses the taser gun on them.For tortures like this, it’s always executed here in Sin House basement. Up there, the chaotic moans of my clients blare, each one of them enjoying the feeling of being fucked, however slow or rough they like it, ignorant of the pain we’re dishing out here.This den wasn’t a sex club before. It was a church that I bought and converted into a place where morally degradable things could happen.Where people can easily be what they want, enjoy the kind of sex they’ve always imagined, without having to be shy about it.After building the place to the standard I’ve always wanted it to possess, men and women came flooding in. However, I wasn’t surprised to see most of the billionaires in the States trooping in.Being themselves.That tells y