All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex-Boyfriend's Dad : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lana's POV At this moment many things were running through my mind. I went back to the book. Something felt wrong. What if I was getting into a trap? The rusted key was for the basement. That was what the book said, right?? But if she was the one who documented this, how did she get the book and keys out while she's locked up in the basement? “The basement isn't for wine, Lana. It’s for the things he couldn't break.” I reread the message again. I could swear I was getting more curious but I had to be careful. Who'd I tell? I swallowed hard, my throat felt like it was scrubbed off with sandpaper. I looked from the key to my laptop, then to the phone glowing on the duvet. He’s watching the network. Those words from that unknown number kept ringing in my head. Then my eyes darted to the corners of the ceiling. I didn't know what I was looking for. But I was searching for something. Maybe the tiny, unblinking eye of a camera. I needed something to

Lana's POV “I want to see how much you can punish me” I whispered to him. My voice was small just enough for him to hear me. His eyebrows squeezed together in doubt that he heard clearly what I said. “Say it louder” I could see beads of sweat appearing on his head like he was using every bit of strength in him to control himself. “I want to see how much you could punish me” I breathed it out again as a whisper. “I want you to do everything you could possibly think of. I want ….. I want you to destroy me in every way possible” Instantly I heard him growl. He fucking growled. Like a wild animal that has been set free. And then he grabbed me with his thick big hands. Grabbing every bit of flesh on my ass – slowly he used his other hands to lift my left legs high as he dropped on his knees. I used my hands to hold the door and the door knob tying to put myself in place so that I wouldn't trip off. Then he raised my leg higher so that it could touch his shoulder's, spr

And i did.I did fucking cum It had my entire body vibrating so hard I thought I was going to pass.Fuck!This man just keeps getting better.He keeps learning my body more that I have learnt it. And he knows exactly how and what to do.My brain had completely gone foggy and completely wiped away with lost.I swear at the point if you had asked me to say a word I wouldn't.God have mercy, but when I told Micheal his father was better than him, I meant every damn thing. Every fucking word.He kept pounding and pounding but suddenly pulled out. Sweat beads had pulled at his forehead.I don't want to even imagine the kind of mess I looked.I knew my massacre must've stained my entire face. I'm not even talking about my smeared lipgloss round my face.But I didn't care. That was the last thing on my mind.Fuck!I turned back to look at him and questions were heavily written on my face like “why the hell did you stop”. But before I could voice out those questions he picked me up high so

Lana's POV I sat up immediately, staring at my phone like I was holding a live grenade in my hands. The light from the screen felt like it was burning through my retinas. My heart was racing—no, it was fucking thumping, slamming against my ribs with a force that made me feel sick. Let's meet. It was just two words. But those two words felt like a death sentence in my life. I looked around my room, but suddenly the familiar space felt like I was being trapped in it. Just an hour ago, I had the best feeling of my life. But now? Now the reality was crashing back down, and it tasted so fucking bitter. I didn't even think. Not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't. All the reasoning had left my head. I just typed back with my fingers that wouldn't stop shaking. Me: Where? The reply was instant. It was like he or she, or whatever the fuck this thing was, just wanted to leave me hanging. To leave me nervous. Then suddenly he replied. Unkn

Lana's POV I felt every little drop of air leave my lungs as if Adrian had hit me physically. Even if it wasn't literally, the last word he just spoke was more than a hit to me. Michael? Like Michael, the man I had shared my bed with, was going to sell me? Everything suddenly began to feel small like I was getting caught in. Suffocated. Wrapped. Even the foyer that was very wide felt like it was shrinking, like the walls closing in on me. I had to stretch my hands out to grab the mahogany railing of the stairs to keep from collapsing. "You're lying. You're definitely lying," I breathed, my voice trembling. "You're just saying that to make me feel like I owe you. Michael wouldn't... Why would he? Adrian. He's your son! You shouldn't say such things about him". I held my chest to steady my breathing. But Adrian, he didn't yell. He just stepped down that last stair until he was right in front of me. His shadow swallowed mine whole. "Come with me," he said, his voice low,