All Chapters of CLAIMED BY MY EX'S SEXY STEP FATHER: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SORAYA’S POV"Holy shit!" I gapsed out the words that were meant to be in my mind before he pushed inside my mouth, making me open my mouth willingly.His cock filled my mouth, thick and unyielding, stretching my lips around its girth as he pushed deeper. The veins pulsed against my tongue, hot and ridged, tasting of salt and him, that musky essence that made my head spin. I gagged slightly at first, eyes watering, but I didn't pull back. No, I leaned into it, hollowing my cheeks to suck harder, my hands instinctively gripping his thighs for leverage. His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me with a rough tug that sent a thrill straight to my core."That's it, doll," he groaned, voice gravelly and strained, hips rocking forward in shallow thrusts."Take it all. Show daddy how much you want this."I hummed around him, the vibration making him hiss through clenched teeth. My tongue swirled along the underside, tracing every bulge and curve, flicking over the sensitive head when he

DAMON’S POVThe meeting with the rogue Alpha had collapsed into chaos, and the failure gnawed at me like acid in my veins. I despised disorder. I despised anything that refused to bend to my will. Control was my air, my blood, my everything. Yet today, the world had dared to defy me.On the journey to confront that filthy pack of outcasts, my warriors and I suffered two ambushes. Twice. The attackers were night creatures, abominations long believed wiped from existence. Extinct. Eradicated. I had read the ancient records myself, seen the charred bones of the last ones centuries ago. So how were these things crawling out of the shadows now, fangs dripping, eyes glowing with unholy hunger?They killed two of my men. Two of my wolves. Wolves who had sworn loyalty to me, Damon Sterling, Alpha King. A low, guttural growl rumbled deep in my throat as my fingers tightened around the marble pillar in the bedroom. The stone groaned under my grip, cracks spider-webbing across its surface. I cou

DAMON’S POVI grasped his chin with my free hand, fingers digging into his jaw like vices, forcing his head back. His pulse hammered against my palm, frantic as a trapped bird. I tilted his face upward then pressed the dagger's tip against the corner of his eye socket. Then pushed it deeper and mercilessly in, making him hawl in fear and pain.The silver sizzled on contact, smoke curling up as it seared the delicate skin. Clinton screamed, a raw, animal sound that echoed off the walls, his body arching in agony.I savored the precision, twisting the blade just enough to pry the eyelid open wider. Blood welled immediately, hot and sticky, trickling down his cheek like crimson tears. His screams fractured into sobs, pleaseBut I didn’t give a damn. In fact, I enjoyed this torture. So I used all the force to pluck the dagger deep, making blood gash out like water."Stop...stop Alpha-King...mercy..." With a steady push, the blade slid deeper, severing the optic nerve with a wet pop. The e

SORAYA’S POV“You are late.”The deep, sharp voice cut through the dim foyer from the window and froze me mid-step just inside the door.Dammit. He was home early. I had counted on the mansion staying empty and silent like always.“You are also tipsy.”I bit my lower lip hard. My fingers dug into the door frame for support. My other hand clutched my stilettos. I had slipped them off the second I stepped in because I refused to let the click-clack echo through the halls this late.Holy shiet. I was screwed.Why tonight? He never came back before midnight. Sometimes he stayed out until dawn. I was used to tiptoeing in while the house remained dark and asleep.The party had been too good. Laughs. Shots. Dancing. I had ignored his warning and forgotten the time completely.Fuck.“You know, little kitten...”Fuck this man and the way his voice curled around that nickname.I had gone from little wolf to doll and now kitten. Each one hit different and made my stomach twist.I squeezed the sh

SORAYA’S POVThe shrill ringtone sliced through the quiet room like a knife, jolting me awake. My hand shot out instinctively toward the bedside table, fingers fumbling until they closed around the phone. The screen glowed harshly in the dim morning light, and when the caller’s ID flashed across it, my body froze. My heart slammed against my ribs, pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My fists clenched the soft duvet pulled up to my chest, knuckles turning white.I turned my head slowly, breath catching as I stared at the empty space beside me. The sheets were still rumpled, the pillow bearing the faint indent of his head, but he was gone. Again. Just like always. A sharp ache twisted deep in my chest, stealing my breath for a moment. The phone kept ringing, insistent and cruel, dragging me back. I stared at the screen, thumb hovering, then swiped to end the call. Silence rushed in, heavy and thick.I slid back to the centre of the bed, pulling the duvet over my head like a