All Chapters of Forbidden: Claimed by My Ex's Father and Brother: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Dante’s POVWhen I got back to the living room, Lia was straddling my father on the couch. Her knees pressed into the cushions on either side of his hips, and her hands rested on his shoulders, fingers lightly curled into the fabric of his shirt. They were kissing slow and deep, the kind of kiss that didn’t rush. His hands were on her waist, fingers spread wide, holding her steady against him. I could see the way her body leaned into his—soft, open, already melting. The soft light from the lamp made her skin look warmer, and every small shift of her hips made his grip tighten just a little.I stopped in the doorway and just watched them for a second. A small smile pulled at my mouth. There was something good about seeing them like this—comfortable, close, already lost in each other. No tension. No hesitation. Just the two of them fitting together the way they always did.I cleared my throat lightly.Lia pulled back first. Her lips were a little swollen, shiny from the kiss, and her ch

Lia’s POVAfter Dante left for the club, the penthouse felt quieter. The soft click of the elevator doors closing still hung in the air when Victor’s hands tightened on my waist. He pulled me in again, and this time the kiss was deeper, hungrier. It had been a while since he touched me like this because of his injuries. He kissed me like he was a drowning man and I was the only thing that could quench his thirst.His mouth moved against mine with slow, deliberate need. There was nothing rushed about it, but there was no hesitation either. I could feel the careful way he still held himself, like he was mindful of the healing wound in his chest, but the want in him was unmistakable. His lips were warm and firm, tasting faintly of the coffee he had earlier. Every time he deepened the kiss, a quiet sound rose in his throat.His hand at my waist tightened, fingers pressing into the soft fabric of my clothes. The other hand stayed lower on my hip, steadying me as I sat across his lap. Under

Lia’s POVI kept lowering myself, breathing through the full, stretching pressure. My hands rested lightly on his chest, careful of the healing place, as I took more of him. Inch by inch, until he was buried all the way inside me. My thighs trembled. I could feel every thick inch of him pulsing against my walls, so deep it made my stomach flutter.Victor’s head dropped back against the headboard for a second. A low, broken sound left his throat. “God, I missed this pussy,” he said, breathless. “Missed the way you open up for me. Missed how tight you get when you first take me. You’re squeezing me so hard already.”I rested there for a moment, full of him, adjusting to the deep stretch. The feeling was overwhelming in the best way—warm, thick, and perfect. I could feel him throbbing inside me, and every small shift of my hips made both of us breathe harder.He looked up at me again, eyes dark with need. His hands stroked slowly up and down my sides. “Move whenever you’re ready, babygir

Lia’s POVThe sharp sting mixed with the deep stretch and made me cry out.“That’s my girl,” he growled. “Keep riding. Let me feel this ass bounce on my cock.”He spanked me again, harder this time, the warm sting spreading across my skin. I moaned louder and kept moving, rising and sinking on him with more urgency. The wet, filthy sound of my body taking him filled the room. Victor’s hand came down again, then again, spanking me in steady rhythm while I rode him.“You like that?” he asked, voice dark. “Like when Daddy spanks this ass while it’s full of his cock?”“Yes—” I gasped. “Yes, Daddy—”“Then keep going. Don’t stop. I want to feel you come with my cock buried in this tight little hole.”I rode him harder, chasing the building pressure. Every spank, every deep stroke, every thick inch of him stretching me open pushed me closer. My moans turned broken and needy. Victor kept one hand on my hip and used the other to keep spanking me, the sharp sounds mixing with the wet ones of me

Dante’s POVShe had taken the time off to stay with us — to take care of Dad while he recovered, and to stay close while everything settled after the shooting and everything that followed. Now the month was over, and she was getting ready to return to Meridian Global. I could tell she was trying to act normal about it, but the nerves were there under the surface.Dad had already made breakfast by the time I walked into the bedroom. The smell of eggs, toast, and fresh coffee drifted down the hall and filled the quiet space. Soft morning light came through the curtains. Lia stood in front of the mirror, fastening the last button on her blouse. Her hair was neat, pulled back in a simple way that still looked elegant. Her makeup was light. She looked put-together and professional, but her hands moved a little too carefully, like she was focusing hard on each small task so she wouldn’t have to think about the day ahead.I stepped behind her and rested my hands lightly on her waist. The fab