All Chapters of Forbidden: Claimed by My Ex's Father and Brother: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Lia’s POVGentle. Barely there. Just the heat of his mouth against the side of my throat.I gasped. The brush jumped.“Keep going,” he whispered against my skin. “Don’t stop.”I tried.The next line I painted was a little less steady. Gold smeared wider than I meant. His mouth stayed on my neck, open and warm, kissing the same place again, then lower, right over my pulse. I felt him breathe me in. Then he bit down, just enough to make heat shoot through me.I moaned. “Dante.”“Yes, baby.”“You’re distracting me.”My voice came out whiny and breathless. I felt him smile against my throat.“I know,” he murmured. “You sound so pretty when I do.”His lips moved lower, to my shoulder, to the edge of the yellow dress. The fabric was thin. His mouth was hotter. He kissed the bare skin there like he had all afternoon.“Do you want me to stop, baby?”I shook my head. My fingers tightened around the brush.He kissed the curve of my shoulder again, slower. “Use your words, my love.”I swallowed.

Lia’s POVI did.His eyes were dark and hungry and so full of me it made my chest ache.“Good girl.” He lifted me again. Dropped me down again. The sound of it was wet and filthy. “You feel that? That’s all of me. That’s Daddy’s cock in this pretty pussy.”“Yes—yes, I feel it—”“Say it.”“I feel your cock,” I gasped. “You’re so deep. Daddy, you’re so deep.”Dante groaned and started fucking me for real.He held my ass and used my body on him, slamming me down onto his cock fast and hard. Every thrust knocked a sound out of me. My breasts pressed to his chest through the thin dress. My legs tightened around his waist. I could feel every thick inch dragging in and out of me.“That’s it, baby. Take it. Don’t you go quiet on me now.”“I can’t—it’s so much—”“You can.” He kissed me, messy and open. “You just came on my fingers. Your pussy is still pulsing. I can feel it squeezing me.”He slammed me down harder.I cried out.The unfinished painting watched us from behind him, gold smeared w

Lia’s POVWhen I was dressed, we went to her room so she could get ready too.Her room smelled like her perfume and something else underneath it. Warm. A little like cologne that was not hers. Maybe two colognes. I sat on the bed while she disappeared into the closet.“Wear the green one,” I called.“The green one makes my chest look like it’s trying to escape.”“That’s why I said it.”She laughed from inside the closet. “You are a terrible influence.”I lay back on the bed while we talked. The mattress was soft. The sheets were cool and a little rumpled, like they had not been made on purpose. I stretched, still half lazy from yesterday, and that was when I felt something hard digging into my back.“Ow.”“What?”“There’s something in your bed.”I reached under myself, felt around the sheets, and pulled it out.It was a vibrator.Sleek. Pink. Very obviously used recently enough that it had not even made it back into a drawer.I burst out laughing.Joella came out of the closet holding

Lia’s POVThe market was the first place Joella dragged me. Stalls spilled into the street. Fruit piled high in bright colors. Tomatoes still warm from the sun. Fish on ice. Scarves moving in the breeze. A woman sold honey in little glass jars, and Joella bought two before I could even ask the price.“For the villa,” she said. “And for me. I want something that smells like this day when we go home.”I understood that more than I expected to.I bought a small gold bracelet I kept turning around my wrist. Then a pair of sunglasses I did not need. Then nothing for a while, because looking felt just as good as buying. Every time I reached for my own money, I felt Victor’s card in the bag and stopped. It still felt strange, letting someone take care of me like this. Strange, and dangerously easy to want.We had lunch at a little place overlooking the water.Callum sat with us, but he let us talk more than he talked. The food was simple and perfect. Grilled fish. Bread still hot from the ov

Lia’s POVShe was with two women who looked exactly like her world. Polished. Blonde and brunette, both expensive, both wearing the kind of casual clothes that were never actually casual. They moved through the boutique like they owned the air in it.Joella noticed me staring.“Lia.” Her voice dropped. “Do you know them?”I nodded once. My fingers had gone tight around the silk in my hands.“The blonde in the middle,” I said. “That’s Celeste.”Joella waited.“She used to be with Rob. Or maybe she never stopped being with him. He invited her to the island while I was there. Called her a family friend. Gave her the room, the smiles, the attention he should have been giving me.” I swallowed. “She looked at me like I was something he had picked up by accident.”Joella’s face changed.Not loud. Not dramatic. Serious in that way she got when she decided someone was no longer allowed near me.“Then I don’t like her,” she said.“You don’t even know her.”“I know enough. She made you small on