All Chapters of His To Claim, His To Ruin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lana​My body senses the familiarity, like it was some sort of muscle memory. There are times Salvatore glances at me using his dangerous eyes while his tongue is continuous. My hips move automatically as he pursues my clitoris, leaving no room for me to breathe.​Salvatore won't stop tongue fucking my pussy despite my greatest plea. He’s enjoying it. Savoring every inch of my pussy until I convulse.​I was moving up and down while holding onto the headrest of the bed, while he stuck his tongue straight to slide in and out of my hole.​“Fuck! Aaahhhh Salvatore…” Holding my moan won't help. Let alone release it.​“Watch me tongue fuck your dripping pussy.”​Men are willing to pay a high price just to spend a night with me at Tune In, yet I've never accepted anyone's money. I swore to myself not to use my body as leverage to raise funds, and here I am, at Salvatore's bed—the complete opposite of what I've sworn not to become.​Salvatore grabbed my two valleys. He played with my n

Lana​Sandy. Our manager. She was the reason Gwen and Stacy stopped. Everyone’s eyes drifted to her as she walked to where we were. Her facial expression explains everything. Annoyed, irritated, and deeply worried.​Seeing Sandy made me nibble my lip. I knew it. I gently pulled my shit together as I had no one to help me stand up. Who would've anyway? No one in the audience given that they are entertained.​Tears began to stream down Stacy's face as she held Sandy's arms, begging for sympathy like she always does, acting like she's mistreated and I'm not.​“Lana has started it!” Stacy affirmed. “Right everyone? You saw her throwing the cloth in our faces!”​And everyone began to roar.​“Stacy is telling the truth.”​“Lana started it first. Punish her.”​“Don't pity that girl. She's unfair and deceptive.”​Those are some hurtful comments I got.​“Shut up, all of you!” Sandy raised her voice. She pulled her arm out of Stacy's grip, which made the woman astounded.​Our manager

Salvatore​My private space for leisure was occupied.​With a dimly lit room, a single chandelier hangs above, and it is reflected on the shining polished marble floor. A table stands at the center, along with a bunch of cards and a couple of sets of chips sitting on the surface.​I leaned back in my chair, holding my cards with one hand whilst the other was holding a chip which contained $100,000 to bet.​Across from me is Xavier, my best friend, who keeps getting under my skin. He kept his smirk plastered on his face, the annoying chuckle he does, and the playful jokes he spits just to make sure he gets a reaction.​“Raise,” Xavier affirmed with a provoking stare. “I know you got nothing in your hands, Salvatore.”​With a heavy chest, I threw the cards in the middle, and a chuckle came out from Xavier's lips. He took all the remaining chips at the center along with the cards.​Despite the best way to relieve my stress, Lana keeps running through my mind.​Three days. Three f

Lana​“Have you heard of it?” A woman from the other table affirmed whilst Lana was busy putting an alcohol at a glass on the tray across her.​The other girl, her colleagues, Jessa and Lorna, are talking, even though it's forbidden to chit-chat while on duty.​“What?” Jessa inquired with curiosity in her voice.​Reality kicked like a blown wind after a day unwinding. I was forced to come to her workplace without a second thought; otherwise, Sandy would permanently kick me out.​“Stacy and Gwent weren't able to come to work today. Totally odd, don't you think?” Lorna answered.​Jessa covered her mouth along with a wincing eye. “Really? How about their customers? Stacy had a lot of bookings while someone was looking for Gwen.”​“I'm not sure. I just accidentally overheard Sandy talking to Stacy via phone. Sandy said Stacy broke her arm while Gwen’s face was bruised.”​That's brutal,over to be honest.​Perhaps that's the karma they've earned for every sin they've committed. I'm

Lana​Three days had passed, and Salvatore hadn't given me a single glance since. He remained stoic and distant, choosing to work rather than argue with me.​Although there's a part of me that bears a silent protest, being distant feels better this way.​All my scratches and deep wounds caused by Stacy and Gwen are healing, including the deep one in my pulse area. I woke up inside an infirmary where Salvatore and I almost had a tense argument after I fought for the two girls’ freedom.​His unlawful mercy murder is unstoppable. I saw the rage in his eyes when we talked as if he's holding something back. He looks like a dragon for a person stopping his anger to be honest.​“Release.” I heard a voice from the backyard when I stepped down the stairs, only to find the person I've subconsciously been looking for among five men surrounding him.​Ten consecutive bullseyes are placed at the center. Continuous shots were released without a single second to pass by. With amused eyes, all t