All Chapters of CLAIMED BY MY EX'S SEXY STEP FATHER: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SORAYA’S POVI jumped out of the car like a possessed mad woman, my heart beating erratically. It was not anger pushing me forward, it was pure joy."Geraldina!" I called again as I ran toward her. She was already running toward me, and we met halfway, stumbling into each other’s arms.The world seemed to stop when I hugged her. I did not want to let go.The anger, the disappointment, the rage, the pain that had filled me earlier at Dorian’s coronation dissolved into thin air. In its place came calmness, peace, and a warmth I had missed for so long."How did you get here?" I whispered, pulling back from the hug even though my hands wanted to hold on to her. Her smile widened, her blue eyes sparkling."It is the Alpha King," she whispered back, her voice dropping as if she was scared to even speak his name.My eyes moved to Damon. He was already talking with his second in command, Darius, completely focused, as if bringing my people here was something normal to him.I swallowed hard, m

SORAYA’S POVThe phone on the bedside table kept ringing, stubborn and sharp in the quiet room, but my mind was too crowded to reach for it. I sat on the bed, staring at nothing, still trying to recover from the memory of what happened earlier on the roadside.Damon.Just thinking about him sent a warm rush through me. My cheeks heated as I remembered the way he had looked at me, the confidence in his touch, the way he carried himself like he understood every inch of a woman’s body. It wasn’t fair. A man like that shouldn’t know how to unsettle someone with just a glance.I pressed my hand lightly against my chest, trying to steady my breathing. It didn’t help. I still felt the ghost of his fingers on my boobs, sucking and playing with my niples as he owned every part of me. My pulse raced the way it always did around him, wild and uncontrollable.What was he doing to me?Was it because he stood by me earlier at the coronation, the way he punished Dorian and humiliated Elara for me?

SORAYA’S POV Someone shook my wrist gently, dragging me out of the warm fog of sleep. I hummed in protest, keeping my eyes stubbornly shut.“Aya, wake up,” the voice whispered. I knew the tone, knew the playful impatience behind it, but my body refused to move.“You do not want to wake up?” Geraldina’s breath tickled my ear. “Alright. Let Mr Sexy continue hugging and kissing the cute...”My eyes flew open so fast she jumped back with a shriek of laughter. I sat upright, clutching my chest as my heart kicked against my ribs.“Who?” I gasped.Geraldina was laughing so hard she almost lost her balance and had to grab the edge of the bed. Her laughter echoed around the room like she was in a comedy show.I rolled my eyes and tried to calm my racing heart. One tiny lie from her and I was on my feet like I had been caught cheating. Embarrassing.“You love this man,” she teased, wiping tears of laughter. “I knew it.”Heat rushed to my cheeks and I turned away, pretending to fix the duvet. I

SORAYA’S POVThe air in the room felt too thick, like I was trying to breathe underwater. I let out another sigh, a ragged sound that scraped against the silence of the massive living room. It seemed I knew better than to hope for easy solutions, yet here I was. My fingers trembled slightly as I dug into the pockets of the high waisted mummy jeans I was wearing, the denim feeling rough against my damp palms.I retrieved the phone. The screen felt cold, an alien object that held way too much power over my fate. I dialed his number.For some reason, my heart decided to treat this moment like a sprint. It slammed against my ribs, wild and untamed, threatening to bruise the inside of my chest. Was I scared? Maybe. Or maybe I was just terrified of the silence that might greet me."It is alright, Soraya. You can wait for him to come home and then tell him," Geraldina whispered.I looked at her. My little sister sat on the edge of the oversized armchair, looking like a frightened bird ready

SORAYA’S POV His body crushed against mine, heavy and insistent, his breath hot and laced with whiskey, fanning across my face. I should have wrinkled my nose, pushed him away, but no, that sharp, boozy tang mixed with his natural musk, the one that always made my knees buckle, and I inhaled deeper, letting it flood my senses. He hovered over me on the bed, his weight pinning me just right, every inch of him demanding. "I want the whole of you!" he groaned, voice rough like gravel, his hips grinding into mine. A shiver raced down my spine, heat pooling low in my belly. His hands roamed, urgent, possessive. "I want to fuck the sense out of you!" he growled again, that intoxicating scent of him, sandalwood and sweat, enveloping me, cutting through the alcohol haze. Even drunk, it hit me like a drug, making my pulse throb. "Ooh...." The moan escaped my lips as he yanked down my jeans, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties, slow and deliberate, sending sparks through my core. I