All Chapters of Ravaging Mrs Claire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The beginning

Claire Anthony Ahhh, I went through the pictures, my eyes blurry with unshed tears, staring at the photos of my husband, cuddling up with a much younger woman. He looked so happy with her in his arms that I felt the need to puke, how could he? Not after everything we've been through. How could he do this to me? We've suffered together, built an empire, have kids and yet this is what he does, behind my back, he's cheating on me. No wonder he hardly touched me these days, with the excuse of being busy and tired, and I was a fool to believe him, to love him still. I set the pictures on the table, my hands shaky, I looked over at the pile of paper on my desk, a name written on it Pattie Paul, the girl he is cheating on me with. I have had a private investigator do a background check on her. She is a model, in a big agency, but was once a thriving model who by mere luck was hired by a bigger agency obviously the work of my husband. She started working there a year ago, the sa

Meeting King.

ClaireI stood just outside the enormous building, staring up at it. I glanced down at the address in my hand again and swallowed hard.I moved to the ignition button and pressed it gently, after a little wait, a low voice came through, deep and masculine.“Yes, who is that?”I swallowed again, my throat suddenly dry. What am I doing? Should I really proceed with this?“I—I’m Claire. Claire Anthony. Is this the residence of Mr. Liam King?” I asked, my voice a little shaky.Silence. No reply came, and for a moment I thought I’d made a huge mistake coming here. But suddenly, the gate opened—quietly, smoothly, though no voice followed from the intercom.I hesitated. Two huge cameras stared down from above the gate. Should I go in? I mean, the gate did open. Clutching my bag tightly, I stepped forward, and as soon as I walked in, the gate closed behind me with a soft, heavy thud.I turned back sharply—it was locked. Now a ripple of fear began to rise in me. The confidence I had before com

Captive.

Claire “It seems coming here was useless,” I said softly, my voice breaking as I lowered my head, my face twisting with pain. My heart felt like it was being squeezed. Coming here… was for nothing. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes. How dare you, Ian. After everything we shared, after all the years, how dare you betray me like this. My hand clenched tightly around my bag, the only thing keeping me from falling apart in front of this man. “Thank you for your time,” I muttered, turning to leave. But before I could take a single step, his hand gripped my arm. I gasped, startled, turning sharply to face him. His gaze was fixed on the me—cold, heavy, and unrelenting. “If you’re that mad that your husband is screwing someone younger,” he said slowly, his tone almost taunting, “then why don’t you pay him back?” I frowned, my chest tightening. What is he talking about? What kind of sick joke is this? “Let go of my hand,” I said through clenched teeth, my voice trembling with anger.

Giving in to desire

ClaireA sharp, electric tightening seized my stomach, an intense heat spreading low between my legs as his lips trailed from my flushed cheek, down the vulnerable curve of my neck. My breath became fragile, caught in short, uneven gasps. Every part of me screamed to resist, to shove him away, strike him, or even kick him, but instead, I stood frozen, caught in a dangerous spell, feeling helpless and exposed.His touch was nothing like Ian’s; it was something darker, more commanding, wrapped in a twisted kind of skill. His hands moved with a possessive hunger, grabbing my hips firmly, pulling me closer as his hardened cock pressed insistently against my stomach, almost cruelly. A soft moan, the sound of wanting I couldn't hold back, escaped me, eyes slipping closed as his other hand stroked over my breast, cupping it. My throat tightened, voice barely more than a breath, “No, please, not there.” Before I could muster another word, he crushed his lips to mine in a relentless, sloppy

Orals

Claire Slowly, I parted my lips, the tip of his thick cock brushing my tongue with a rough, tantalizing heat. The scent of him—deep, raw, and impossibly masculine cut through me like a drug, knocking the air right out of my lungs. “If this is how you give your husband blowjobs, I won't blame him for cheating on you,” he sneered, a cruel smirk curling his lips. I felt a stab of insult, but before I could pull back, his hand shot out, yanking my hair with brutal force, forcing him deeper into my mouth. “Mgh!” I choked, gagging as his rigid length pushed past my lips. He withdrew sharply, and I gasped, my throat burning as I coughed, clutching it. His eyes darkened with disdain. “You don't fucking use your teeth, woman,” he spat. I glared up at him, fury flaring despite my trembling state. “Tell me, Mrs. Claire,” he taunted, voice low and dangerous, “was your husband the first to touch you?” My eyes widened in shock. I bit my bottom lip and nodded, barely able to breathe. Ian was t

Please

ClaireI didn't like it when he touched my cheeks while I was doing something so sinful. “You have a frown,” he said softly, that mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “Just get this over with,” I whispered, the words shaky with need.He straightened and looked at me. “As you wish.” “Get up,” he said.I stood too close to him now. My breath caught. Before I could move, he scooped me into his arms. My eyes widened. “What are you doing?” I gasped, my legs circling his waist without thinking.His cock pressed hot and hard against my naked, dripping folds. “You said to get it over with,” he murmured, voice low and rough.We were almost the same height now, eyes locked. I clamped my mouth shut; no words would come. I was burning, aching, desperate to be filled.“Not in this position,” I finally protested faintly.He cocked his head as if already getting bored of my complaints. “I’ve never done it like this before,” I admitted, cheeks on fire.Ian had only ever taken me gently, i

Shame

ClaireHis thrusts were brutal, relentless, and I completely fell apart. "I… I can’t take any more," I gasped, pleading. "I’m close," he growled, "fuck, cum for me." That pushed me over the edge. I came hard, my body convulsing as waves of release flooded out of me, shaking me harder than I’d ever experienced.I felt him lose control too, his warmth spilling deep inside me as he came undone with a groan.Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving, trying to catch my breath in ragged gasps. Then I heard his voice, laced with disbelief: "I came?"But I barely registered it. Shame was already crashing over me like a tide. I sat up slowly, glancing down at the mess between my legs—his release mixed with mine, slowly leaking out."I need to wash," I muttered, my eyes empty and dull.He shot up from the bed like he’d been burned, dragging a trembling hand through his hair. His face had gone ashen, eyes wide with something that looked a lot like disbelief. “Fuck,” he hissed under his

A problem

IanI glanced at the phone screen. Claire hadn’t sounded right, even though she tried to act normal. Lately I’d noticed her moods swinging, like she was starting to suspect something, but I’d covered my tracks perfectly. She’d never find out.“Ugh,” I groaned, fingers tightening in Pattie’s hair as she took me all the way down her throat. I was so close.My sweet Pattie. The second I came, she swallowed everything, looked up at me, and slowly licked her lips like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. “You liked that?” she asked with a smirk. I grinned. “Come here.” She crawled up and I kissed her hard.Pattie was exactly what I needed now to spice up my dull life and my dull wife. The sex with Claire had become so boring, nothing exciting, nothing to look forward to. She didn’t even know how to put on sexy lingerie or dress to turn me on. I was tired of it all.But the moment I saw Pattie, that spark hit me, and I knew she was heaven-sent.“Don’t you think your wife will susp

Cheating Bastard

ClaireLife went on the way it always had, except since that day with Liam I’ve been drowning in depression.Ian must have noticed something, because one evening he came home unusually early, all smiles. I was at my vanity removing makeup when he walked up behind me, bent low, and kissed my shoulder. He smelled different again, sharper, more expensive cologne, clearly chosen by his young mistress.“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered.I forced a smile at his nonsense. “Thank you,” I murmured.He straightened, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a diamond necklace. He clasped it around my neck. “Do you like it?” he asked, beaming.I gave a tight smile and nodded. Gifts like this never moved me; I grew up rich, spoiled rotten. Ian knew that.He’s the only man I’ve ever been with, until Liam. My family’s money and my late father’s connections were the reason Ian’s business took off. I had begged my father, cried, even starved myself until he finally agreed to let me marry

Blackmail

ClaireThat morning Ian had already left for work before I even woke up. I knew instantly he did it on purpose, to avoid the confrontation he could feel coming.He’s really ready to destroy everything we’ve built over all these years. I’m done staying silent. If he wants this marriage to stay as it always had, he has to leave that girl Pattie.Right now he barely even has time for his own family.I had walked into the living room and saw Riette ready for school, waiting for his dad to drive him like always. Ian had even taken the driver, so I had to take my son to school myself, since he's not allowed to drive yet. The little things a father is supposed to do, the things he used to do without fail, he hardly does anymore. Our children are grown, yes, but he could at least be a decent father. No.I had just reached my office and sat down when the bank called.“Hello, Mrs. Anthony. I’m calling to let you know your husband requested a withdrawal of three million dollars.”My eyes widened

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