All Chapters of Ravaging Mrs Claire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

PattieFinally, I was going to see my precious Liam again. I had missed him terribly—especially the way he handled me in bed. A whole year of boredom… from work to Ian. Ugh. Ian, the man who couldn’t satisfy me even if his life depended on it.But then again, Liam had spoiled me too much. After him, men like Ian barely moved a nerve in me.I let my heels carry me into the club, my eyes sweeping over the scene—women grinding on the dance floor, men throwing money in the air, the heavy, sensual music vibrating through my chest.Just before the corridor, two of Liam’s men stood guard, blocking the entrance. The moment they recognized me, they stepped aside immediately. Of course—they knew exactly who I was, Liam's number one.I only hoped Liam wasn’t inside getting his dick sucked by someone else. I wanted to get on my knees for him myself.As I walked down the corridor, I stopped at the office door where Jerry stood, smiling as always.“Welcome back, ma’am,” he greeted politely.I smile

PattieI did exactly what Liam told me to do—I went home and waited. But hours dragged on, and he still wasn’t here. My patience was wearing thin. I couldn’t help noticing how much he’d changed lately, how distant he’d become.And why had he reacted so strangely when Ian’s wife was mentioned? No, I shouldn’t even go there. Liam didn’t go for older women; he’d never dated one, never slept with one. He’d told me himself that no woman had ever truly satisfied him, that no one had ever made him cum. I was the only one who’d even brought him close, left him hanging on the edge. That thought still filled me with a twisted kind of pride.I sank onto the couch in his room, trying to wait calmly, hoping that when he finally walked through the door he’d give me what I’d been craving for days—rough, desperate sex that would scratch this unbearable itch.Then I heard the click of the front door. I shot to my feet and hurried toward the entrance, heart racing. But the moment he stepped inside, a h

Claire“Where are we going?” I asked, shifting restlessly in the seat as the highway blurred past us. My thighs were slick, my body thrumming with need. I wanted him to get us wherever he had planned—fast.He only smiled, small and secretive. “You’ll see.”Soon we turned off the main road and approached a sleek, modern building. He drove straight toward the underground parking lot. A heavy security barrier blocked the way; he lowered his window just enough to flash a card, and the gate lifted immediately. He eased the car inside, found a shadowed spot in the far corner, and cut the engine.He let out a slow breath. “This is one of my homes,” he said quietly, reaching for the seat controls and sliding his back until he had more room. “You’re the first person—besides me—who knows about it.”Before I could process that, his voice dropped lower, rough with hunger. “But first, Mrs. Claire… I want you to make me come.”His fingers were already on his zipper. He freed himself in one smooth m

ClaireI finally made it back home after being completely wrung out by Liam.He hadn’t let me leave—not until I told him that I’d be expecting my twins tomorrow and that I needed time to prepare myself to see them. Only then did he finally loosen his grip and allow me to walk away.That man is an absolute beast in bed, I’ll give him that much. And knowing I was the only woman who ever managed to make him lose control like that, no one else, stirred an odd sense of pride in me—one I knew I had no business feeling.But still I hated the unfamiliar sensation creeping under my skin—the feeling of being controlled, of being maneuvered and pushed into corners without even realizing it. It unsettled me more than I cared to admit.Still, being with Liam had forced me to confront parts of myself I never knew existed. Some of those discoveries felt empowering, others disturbing. It was a lesson wrapped in pleasure and discomfort all at once.The moment I stepped inside the house, I froze.Luppy

IanMy footsteps felt heavy as I walked down the hallway toward the guest room. I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me, the sound sharp in the quiet space.Claire had to be lying.She wouldn’t dare cheat on me. She wouldn’t. But the look in her eyes back there—it said otherwise. She hadn’t been bluffing. She’d been serious. Completely serious.And those bruises on her neck… they looked too real. Like fingers. Like restraint. There was no way they were fake.Did she like things like that?And who the hell was the man she was sleeping with?I needed to know—fast. She knew about my affair with Pattie, so why shouldn’t I know about hers?I grabbed my phone and dialed one of our private investigators. The line barely rang before he picked up.“I need information on the man my wife is seeing,” I said without giving him a chance to greet me.“Understood, sir,” he replied.I ended the call immediately.She had to be doing it just to spite me. Claire wouldn’t risk the children. She wa