All Chapters of Forbidden: Claimed by My Ex's Father and Brother: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Lia’s POV Minutes. It felt like minutes. Maybe longer. Slow strokes. Deep kisses of cock and mouth. Praise in two voices. My name. Babygirl. Sweetheart. Wife.My pussy kept clenching. I was close again and they would not speed up. That was the cruelty of it. The sweetness of it. They were making me feel every inch on purpose.“She’s tightening,” Victor said. His voice had gone rougher. “She wants to come from a slow fuck.”“Then let her,” Dante said. “Come on, baby. Come on Dad’s cock while you suck me. Show us.”“I need— harder—”“Come first,” Victor ordered, still moving that same devastating pace. “Then we’ll talk about harder.”He reached around and found my clit with two fingers. He didn’t rub fast. He just pressed and circled in time with his thrusts.That was enough.I came with a broken cry around Dante’s cock, shaking on my hands and knees, pussy milking Victor in helpless pulses. He cursed and held still through it, buried to the hilt, letting me squeeze him.“Good girl,” h

Lia’s POVThat night, I slept in the arms of my husbands.It still felt strange to think the word. Husbands. Both of them. But it was true. Victor’s chest was warm against my back. I could feel every slow breath he took. Dante’s hand stayed on my waist even after he fell asleep, his fingers heavy and sure, like his body had decided I wasn’t going anywhere. The sheets still smelled like us. Skin. Soap. The last of the candles. I was sore, but it made me smile into the pillow.The room was quiet except for them. The sea moved against the rocks outside. Somewhere far off, a night insect kept the same small sound.I woke up slow.Sunlight was already on the floor, pale and clean. It reached the edge of the bed and touched my ankle. Outside, the island had started without us. Birds. Water. Dishes downstairs. A door closing. I didn’t move at first. I just lay there and let yesterday catch up to me. The vows. The rings. The way they had looked at me when they said my name. The night after.I

Joella’s POVI was sixteen the first time someone made me feel like a fool in a dress.Aunt May’s house smelled like fried plantain and powder detergent. The hallway light was that cheap yellow kind that made everything look tired. I sat on the edge of her bed in my prom dress with my shoes still on, because taking them off would have meant I was staying. And if I was staying, it meant he was not coming.The dress was blue. Not the expensive kind. The kind you pick because it looks pretty in the store lighting and then you pray it still looks pretty at night. My hair had been done for three hours. My mouth tasted like the lip gloss I kept reapplying every time I checked the window.My date never came. Asher, one of the hottest guys in our school. I had felt like a princess in a fairytale when I had asked him to got to prom with me and he had accepted. I sat here like a fool waiting for him but He texted saying he wasn't coming. Not even a real apology. Something short and useless. Pl

Joella’s POVThe hallway back there was quieter. My heels clicked too loud. The music got thinner the farther I walked, until it was only a beat under the floor. I pushed the door open and found a small elevator. Dark glass. Gold buttons. It looked expensive. The kind of elevator people like me were not supposed to wander into.I got in anyway.The doors shut. I caught myself in the glass. Short dress. Hair a little messy from dancing. A girl going up instead of back to the noise.“Five minutes,” I told my reflection. “Then you go downstairs and act normal.”The elevator opened onto the roof.Warm night. City lights everywhere. Yellow. White. Little red dots moving on the streets far below. The club sounded far away now, like it belonged to somebody else’s night. Wind pushed my hair across my mouth. I walked to the rail and held on.The metal was cool under my hands.New York did not give you a real dark sky. Too much glow. Still, I looked up like it might tell me something useful.I

Joella’s POVI gasped. My hips jerked toward him like my body had already chosen a side. He only smirked, watching my face, circling that swollen little spot through silk that was already ruined.“There it is,” he murmured. “Soaked already. All that talking, and this pretty pussy was ready before I even touched you.”“Don’t flatter yourself.”“I’m not flattering myself.” His fingers pressed firmer, slow and filthy. “I’m feeling how wet you are. You came up here aching, didn’t you? Standing at this rail, pretending you only wanted air.”I couldn’t answer. Not honestly.He leaned in and kissed my neck. Open-mouthed. Hot. His teeth grazed the skin just under my ear, and my knees went weak. While he did that, his fingers pushed my panties aside and found my naked clit.Bare.Direct.No more fabric between us.The double assault tore a moan out of me. His mouth on my neck. His fingers sliding over that swollen little bud like he had done this to me before. I clutched his shoulders and trie