All Chapters of Ravaging Mrs Claire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ClaireBy now the bank must have called Ian to inform him I’ve cut him off from the family’s finances.Knowing him, he’ll take the bait and come storming into the house. The only thing I’m truly afraid of is what he’ll do, how he’ll react. I know damn well if he acts rudely, Max won’t stand for it. He’ll want to interfere. So I’ve done something I never thought I’d do.They’ll be here soon. I just hope they arrive at the right time.I sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed as the headache crept back in. I reached up to my temple and gently soothed the throbbing pain.Today everything has been moving so fast, leaving no room to breathe.Just then my phone rang. I glanced down. Ian.My face twisted immediately. I can’t believe I still have him saved as “Darling.” Pathetic.I cut the call without hesitation. If he wants to talk, he can come home and do it face-to-face. Not over the phone. He’s probably boiling over and wants to lash out, but I’m not giving him that satisfaction.A fe

LiamFor the first time ever, I actually want someone. It began with breaking her, humiliating her, controlling her. Then it turned into wanting to see her happy instead of sad. Now it’s become care… overprotectiveness.She was never mine to begin with. That woman is married, damn it. Even if he’s a worthless scumbag, even if their marriage is already dead in every way that counts, they’re still legally bound. And that knowledge leaves a sour, ugly taste in my mouth.But thinking about it honestly, do I even want anything more developed than what we already have? Do I want to settle down with her? Do I love her?No. If I push this any further, I know, deep in my gut, I’ll change. And if there’s one thing Liam King is afraid of, it’s change.I fought tooth and nail to get where I am today. Every scrap I picked up off the ground, every dirty job, every sleepless night—it all led to this. My empire. Built from nothing. Forged with my blood, my sweat, my willingness to cro

ClaireI took a deep breath and walked to the door, opening it slowly, careful not to make a sound that might wake anyone.I tiptoed down the hallway toward the stairs, clutching my shoes in one hand like a young girl sneaking out to meet her boyfriend, afraid of getting scolded by her father. Except this time, I was sneaking out so my own kids wouldn’t discover their mother couldn’t control herself, couldn’t stop craving a man’s touch.I finally reached the front door, glanced back one last time, then slipped out and closed it softly behind me. The cool night air brushed my skin, and I drew in a long, steadying breath.I was out.Ahead, parked under the dim streetlight, was a black car. A moment later, the driver’s door opened and someone stepped out.My legs carried me forward almost on their own. Even in the dark, I knew it was him—Liam. His eyes were locked on me as I approached.“You’re not on the runway, Mrs. Claire,” he said. “Walk faster.”I didn’t want to give in to every com

ClaireI jolted against the cuffs, heat flooding every inch of me. I didn’t want any more teasing, I needed him inside me right now. I’d been aching for too long. “Please, stop this torment,” I begged, voice cracking.He didn’t answer. Didn’t even pause. He just kept sucking on my breast like he’d been starving for it as long as I had.When he finally released the nipple, he dropped to his knees in front of me. I bent my head to look at him—his eyes locked on mine, dark and focused. Slowly, he gripped my waist, gaze dropping to my slick folds, waiting, glistening, ready for him.“We’re just getting started, Mrs. Claire,” he murmured. “Trust me—I want to fuck you just as badly as you want me to. But first…” He spread me open with his fingers. “…I want to savor you.”I bit down hard on my lip, letting his promise sink in. That’s when I noticed the dildo lying on the floor beside him. He leaned in closer, breath fanning over my sensitive skin first, then his mouth collided with me.

Claire His cock kept hitting that deep, sensitive spot inside me with every powerful thrust, sending sharp waves of pleasure straight to my core. Without any warning, I came hard, my juices spilling out around him as my body shook uncontrollably. A loud, raw scream tore from my throat, pure ecstasy ringing through the room. But Liam didn’t stop. He kept driving into me relentlessly, like a man on a mission, like this was his only purpose in the world. Low, desperate moans kept falling from his lips, words he would never have said before, things that sounded far too intimate. This wasn’t just sex anymore. I could feel it in every thrust, every touch. Even though he would never admit it, something had changed. The way he moved inside me, the way he held me… it felt deeper. More like a lover than two people simply using each other for pleasure. “Claire… I’m at my limit,” he groaned. We had been going at it for what felt like hours, switching positions, trying things we’d neve