บททั้งหมดของ Ravaging Mrs Claire: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

ClaireI watched the tension gather in his jaw, his teeth clenched so tightly it was almost audible. With a small shake of my head, I slipped out of his grip, creating distance between us.“I need to go home,” I said, lowering the drink in my hand toward the table.A dark edge crept into his expression as he straightened. “You really have a way of getting under my skin, Claire.”I let out a quiet breath, setting the glass down on the side stool before standing up to speak clearly with him. “And you seem to forget something, Mr. King,” I replied, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. “This isn’t your underground empire where everyone bends to your command.”His eyes narrowed, but I didn’t stop.“What we had started as blackmail,” I continued, my voice calm but firm. “But now? There’s nothing left for you to hold over me. So this idea that you own me…” I paused, glancing briefly at my bag before looking back at him. “It’s nothing but an illusion.”“An illusion?” he echoed, the word dripping

IanI still can’t believe I’m actually here, meeting Pattie again, all because of Claire.Funny how life works, isn’t it? She’s calling me for help because her so-called boyfriend chose Claire over her. How ironic. I started sleeping with Pattie because Claire was terrible in bed, and now this guy is sleeping with Claire for reasons only he knows. He must be an idiot, finding anything attractive in that old hag who doesn’t even know how to dress to please a man.But then I remembered those sexy lingerie she recently bought. So she could buy that kind of stuff for another man, but not for me? And she still had the audacity to say *I* ruined our marriage? When in reality, it was all her.I stepped out of the car and walked into the restaurant. A waitress approached me with a warm smile. “Any reservations, sir?”I quickly checked her out. She was pretty — red hair, rosy cheeks, and that innocent look. The kind that still looked untouched.“Yes, a reservation for Mr. Ian,” I said.“Oh,

ClaireIt had been a week since my argument with Liam, and not once during that time had he called me.Oddly enough, I was perfectly fine with that.Lately, he had become unbearably arrogant, though I supposed that shouldn't have surprised me. Men were often the same. Give them a little trust, a little submission, and before long they started taking you for granted.Liam wanted me to become his obedient little puppy, someone who would follow his every command without question. He wanted to claim me, break me, and mold me into something that belonged solely to him.The problem was that he never considered that I might want the same thing.And now, I intended to make him understand.I would break him the same way he believed he had broken me. He was always so certain he held the upper hand, always convinced he was the one in control.Not this time.I would leave him frustrated, desperate, and wanting more than he could have. Liam was a man who thrived on control, but sooner or later, he

ClaireJudging from the way his fists were clenched, he was barely keeping his anger under control.“And what about you?” I shot back. “With all your shady connections and resources, have you managed to find out anything real about me? Or are you still only seeing exactly what I want people to see?”In an instant, he crossed the distance between us.His hand closed around my neck and tilted my head upward until we were forced to meet eye to eye.His gaze was darker than usual.Not the look I was accustomed to seeing from him.But then again, I had expected this reaction.Liam had never been a normal man. Madness had always lurked beneath his calm exterior, so none of this surprised me.“Is that all you've got on me?” he asked, his face only inches from mine.“Maybe not everything,” I replied evenly. “But I know enough to understand why you're so twisted.”A sigh escaped me as I briefly looked away.“I didn't come here to fight with you, so let go of my neck.”I turned my gaze back to

LiamI carried my little sister into the closet and hid with her there. She sucked on my finger just like Mom had taught me, a way to keep her from crying.Dad was home.Whenever he was around, we were supposed to hide, and if we made any noise, he would punish Mom. These days, he punished me too.Mom was making those sounds again, the ones she always made whenever Dad was around. And it seems like they were clapping again, and it usually took a long time before they were done.I just hoped my little sister wouldn't get tired of sucking my finger.When I glanced down at her, I let out a sigh of relief.She had fallen asleep.A small smile formed on my face.Her cheeks were so red and pretty.Maybe I should try sleeping too.Holding her carefully in my arms, I drifted off.It wasn't for long.I was suddenly awakened by the sound of my mother crying and my father's angry shouting.“You bitch, you're lucky I still treat you special!”His voice echoed through the room.A loud sound follo