All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha And His Father : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Leonardo licked me slowly, his tongue doing things to me. His tongue swept over my folds, up to my clit, before he sucked on it. My body jerked, a loud moan slipping out of my lips. I grabbed his hair, holding him in place, while Alexander sucked my breasts. He wasn't gentle, sucking aggressively on it, and I reached out to him with my free hand. He grabbed it, his eyes fixed on mine.My eyes shut when Leonardo sucked my clit into his mouth, my mouth falling open, but no sound came out. And just then, Alexander bit my nipple, and my climax hit me from nowhere. I cried out as my body shook, and Leonardo didn't stop sucking. None of them did, and I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I kept pushing Leonardo's head deeper like he wasn't already close enough. Finally, they stopped, and I could breathe, panting, my head thrown back. I felt hands in my hair, and I opened my eyes to see Leonardo’s face close to mine, his eyes heated, his lips parted as he panted.He looked like he had just run a

Cordella. Just her name gave me chills. I’ve noticed how she looks at me when I come across her. I didn't need anyone to spell it out that she doesn't like me. It was written all over her face, and she didn't even try to hide it. “Cordella,” I repeated as I sat at the edge of the bed, my hands folded. “What about her?”She cleared her throat, looking away. And I've noticed a shift with Sophia as well. The… distance. Was it about what I did that day? How I scared her? Hurt her? I still feel guilty about that, so I guess she hasn't really forgotten about that.“I saw her stepping out of your room earlier today,” Sophia said, and my eyes widened.I was immediately on my feet. “What? What did she want?”“I don't know, but after she left, I searched your room, and nothing was missing.”I sat down slowly, biting into my thumb. I didn't trust Cordella. Not one bit. I could see that she had malicious intent, and her being in my room didn't bode well. What did she want? Why didn't she take an

“Cordella!” I bellowed as soon as I stepped into the house. All the househelps were gathered in the main room, all shaken. They all saw what happened. They witnessed the horror. Cordella stepped out of the shadow like she always does, but this time, she didn't have that look of confidence. This time, this smell of fear was coming off her in waves.“I didn't do it,” she said, shaking her head, her voice breaking.I tilted my head. “Oh? Do what, Cordella?”“I-I don’t know, but I know you’re about to accuse me of something, but I didn't do it, Alexander.”I had to force myself to stand still, not just to lunge forward and snap her neck. I just needed to ask a question first. “Why?”“I didn't do it,” she repeated. This time, her entire body was shaking.I exhaled, running my hand through my hair. “I’ll ask you again, Cordella: fucking why?”But she just kept shaking her head. “I didn't–”Her words ended in a choked gasp as I shot forward and grabbed her neck, lifting her off the floor. G

RICHARDAfter I left that day, I couldn't sleep, couldn't focus on work. I couldn't really tell how I was feeling. Pissed? Pained? I couldn't tell. And then, as I was sorting through my complicated emotions, a small seed appeared in my head. Just a tiny one, and then it whispered to me, “Maybe there is space for you in there?”I tried to shake it off, but it took root and grew and grew until I couldn't help myself. I thought to myself that I would go see her, fall on my knees, and beg. I told myself I would do anything to have her forgive me. I needed her back in my life. I needed her like I needed to breathe. I needed the order she brought to my life. The peace that used to surround my home. I missed coming back home to her smile and warmth. I missed sitting at the dining table with her. I missed how she looked up at me when I made love to her. How she wraps her arms around me, drawing me to her chest, and I could feel her heart racing, and both our hearts would sync.I had all that

This was exactly what I needed: Richard letting go of control and restraint. Richard, with that dark look in his eyes, fucking my throat like he wanted to choke me with his dick. He grabbed my hair with both hands, panting as he slammed his dick into my mouth over and over, his balls hitting my jaw. I gagged over and over again, my eyes watering, tears flowing. “You wanted to be treated like a slut, didn't you?” he groaned, his voice breaking into a moan. “You… fuck. You wanted me to use you. Why the tears, my love? Is it too much for you? Are you choking?” But he didn't sound a bit remorseful or like he was planning to stop, and that made me so wet that I had to clench my thighs together. “Relax your throat. Let me go deeper.”My eyes widened. D-deeper? “Come on, Bella. Didn't you say you were a slut? So be a good slut and open wider for me.”Has Richard always been like this? No. No, he wasn't like this with me in the past. So did he just learn this, or was he keeping this side