Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden: Claimed by My Ex's Father and Brother: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Lia's POVAfter a moment, he carefully lifted me off his cock. I whimpered softly at the feeling of him slipping out. As soon as he was gone, I felt it — a thick, warm rush of his cum leaking out of my pussy and dripping onto his pants and the chair beneath us.Dante looked down between my legs and let out a low groan.“Look at that mess,” he murmured. “I filled you up so much, baby.”I reached for my small purse on the floor and pulled out the little pack of wipes I had started keeping with me. Before I could open it, Dante took it from my hand.“Let me,” he said quietly.He gently spread my thighs a little wider and began cleaning me up. His touch was careful and slow. He wiped between my legs with soft strokes, cleaning away the cum that was still leaking out of me. Every time the wipe brushed over my sensitive pussy, I shivered. Dante’s eyes stayed focused on what he was doing, but there was something tender in the way he took care of me.“You’re still so swollen,” he said softly,

Lia's POVShe replied almost right away.Joella: Promise you won’t judge me.I rolled my eyes fondly as I typed.Lia: Don’t you know who you’re talking to? I would never judge you. Ever. Just tell me.There was a short pause before her next message came through.Joella: I let a hot stranger give me my first orgasm tonight.My eyes widened. I almost let out a squeal but quickly covered my mouth with my hand. I stared at the message for a second, then typed back with a long string of mind-blown emojis.Lia: 😱😱😱😱 WHAT??? Tell me everything right now!!!Joella: Later. When we get back to your place. I’m still processing lol. My legs are still shaking.Lia: Okay fine. But you better not leave anything out. I want every single detail.She sent back a winking emoji and I slipped my phone back into my purse, still smiling to myself. I couldn’t believe it. Joella had been so stressed and anxious earlier, and now she was apparently having the time of her life downstairs. A small part of me

Lia's POVJoella’s voice softened as she continued.“A few minutes later, this guy came out onto the balcony. He stood a little distance away from me at first. He was… really hot, Lia. Like, unfairly hot. Tall, with dark hair and these really nice arms. He and he just had this calm, confident energy about him.”She bit her lip, smiling a little at the memory.“At first, we didn’t talk. We just stood there in silence, both looking out at the city. But then he glanced over at me and made a comment about how loud it was downstairs. We started talking — just casual stuff at first. About the club, the music, how crazy the crowd was. He was easy to talk to. Really smooth, but not in a pushy way. And the longer we talked, the more I felt this… pull toward him. I don’t usually feel that way about strangers, but there was something about him.”Joella shifted on the couch, getting more comfortable as she got deeper into the story.“Somehow the conversation got more personal. I don’t even rememb

Lia's POVI turned my head slightly so I could see him better. His eyes were still fixed on me, and there was a kind of quiet intensity in them that made my stomach flutter. He looked at me like I was something precious. Like he was almost afraid to touch me too roughly in case I disappeared.“You’re staring,” I said softly, a small smile tugging at my lips.“I know,” he replied without any shame. “I can’t help it. This dress…” His hand slid slowly up from my waist to rest just below my ribs. “The color on your skin. The way your shoulders look right now with that oil…” He shook his head slightly, like he was still trying to take it all in. “You’re going to ruin me tonight.”I felt heat rise in my cheeks, but I didn’t look away. There was something about the way Victor was looking at me that made me feel both powerful and delicate at the same time.He leaned in again and pressed another slow kiss to my shoulder, this time a little higher, closer to my neck. His breath was warm against

Lia's POVThe moment I was out of the car, the flashes increased. Cameras clicked loudly and quickly, and a few voices called out Victor’s name. He didn’t stop. He didn’t even turn his head in their direction. Instead, his arm slid firmly around my waist, pulling me close against his side as he guided me forward. His body acted like a shield between me and the cameras. I kept my head slightly lowered, grateful for the solid warmth of his hand on me and the way he moved with such calm confidence.When we finally stepped through the large glass doors and into the gallery, the noise from outside faded almost instantly. The inside was beautiful. Soft, warm golden lights were positioned carefully around the space, highlighting the artwork on the tall white walls. Large paintings in different styles hung proudly, and a few sculptures stood on white pedestals throughout the open floor. Elegantly dressed people moved slowly between the pieces, holding glasses of champagne and speaking in lo