All Chapters of Ravaging Mrs Claire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

IanI spent the entire day with Pattie, and as I headed home I hated what was coming: Claire’s questions, the confrontation. I had already decided that if she asked, I’d finally say it out loud: our sex is boring, our marriage is boring, everything about us has been dead for years.She called me a cheating bastard the other night. She knows. She wouldn’t have said it otherwise.And if she thinks I’m going to dump Pattie, she’s dreaming.Yet my hands were still trembling when I stepped into the house.Luppy rushed forward and took my bag. “Welcome back, sir.”I cleared my throat, trying to sound in charge. “Thank you, Luppy.” She nodded and went upstairs.Then Claire came down the stairs, head high, walking like nothing had happened.I stood there, waiting for the fight.Instead she reached me, smiled sweetly, and said, “Welcome home. I hope work wasn’t too exhausting?”I blinked, thrown off. “It was… but I’m okay.”She probably doesn’t want a scene with Riette around. That must be it.

ClaireMy lips parted on a soft gasp as his mouth brushed my shoulder, gentle kisses at first, then a sharp bite of teeth. “Please don’t leave any marks,” I breathed, the sting blooming hot on my skin.He didn’t stop. He sucked harder, then straightened, lips glistening.“It’s not like your husband’s coming home to fuck you tonight,” he said, voice low and cruel. “So don’t worry—he won’t see.”The words hit like acid. Because they were true.“But tell me,” he continued, letting go of my nipple and stepping around to face me. His eyes bored into mine. “How the hell did you put up with him all these years?”He towered over me, waiting.“Pattie complains all the time,” he went on. “Says she has to fake every orgasm. That he leaves her hanging every single time.”My eyes went wide.I couldn’t even pretend to be shocked.Ian was the only man I’d ever been with—until Liam. And if I’m being honest? He was nowhere near this.A bitter laugh tried to crawl up my throat. All those years

ClaireI didn’t even know when I’d drifted off to sleep, and this bastard hadn’t seen it fit to wake me up at all.When I finally stirred and sat up, I realized he was no longer in the room. I quickly dragged the tangled sheets up to cover my breasts and glanced around me, my heart sinking.The place was a complete disaster. It reeked of sex, the faint polish of wood, some lingering paint from who-knows-where, and—oh God—the sharp, unmistakable smell of my own pee. *My pee.* The humiliation hit me like a slap.I scrambled off the bed in a panic, my legs still wobbly, and right at that moment the massive door swung open. In walked Liam, dressed in a fine, tailored suit I’d never seen him in before. He looked nothing like the wild man from earlier; now he was all sharp lines and polished edges, like a high-powered businessman straight out of a magazine. His hair was neatly styled, and his scent—clean, expensive cologne—was the only thing cutting through the heavy air in the room, intoxi

ClaireI couldn’t sleep. I had called Luppy to say I wouldn’t be home tonight—Riette’s phone kept ringing out, and she assured me he was asleep, which eased one knot in my chest. Then she added that Ian had stormed out without a backward glance. His problem.Those are my children’s savings, and he has no right to touch them whenever he pleases.I lay awake for a long while, the room thick with quiet, but as the night deepened, my eyelids finally surrendered and sleep pulled me under.Then I felt hands on my body—slow, deliberate caresses that sent warmth blooming across my skin. It had to be a dream; I had locked the door myself and double-checked it. But the touch grew hungrier, more insistent, and when I opened my eyes, there he was, his face inches from mine, breath warm and laced with whisky. “Thought you weren’t gonna wake up,” he murmured. “How did you—?” I began, but the words melted as his finger found my clit and began rubbing, slow circles that made my hips twitch in

Claire The moment I stepped into the living room, Luppy rushed toward me with that bright smile she always wore—until she looked closely. Her smile dropped into a small frown. “Madam, your face looks puffy… Did you go for a crying show?” she asked. My eyes widened instantly and I touched my cheeks. “Oh—no, no. I just didn’t get much sleep last night,” I said quickly, lying so she wouldn’t worry. But I instantly regretted that excuse because her cheeks turned red, and the look on her face told me exactly where her thoughts had gone. “Oh, I see, madam,” she said knowingly. I couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out. “Is there any food? I’m starving,” I asked, desperately trying to change the topic. “Oh, there’s food, all right. You’ll need your strength,” she teased. “No, that’s not—” I tried to defend myself, but she was already turning away, and I just ended up laughing. It was Sunday, so Riette should be back from Mass anytime soon. Oh God—Sunday. I should have gone too. What w