All Chapters of Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Uncle: His Plus-Size Desire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

POV: Lorena"Aaahhh...! Damn it, Julian...!" I screamed as he thrust deeper from behind. "Oh God...! Right there...! Don't stop, you bastard...!"Julian laughed low, his hoarse voice making me even more aroused. "You like that, don't you, you bitch?" he whispered in my ear, his hand reaching for my hair and pulling it gently but firmly. "You like it when I fuck you from behind like this?""Yes...! Hell yes...!" I could barely speak, every thrust making me lose my mind. "Fuck me...! Fuck me harder, you bastard...!"Julian fulfilled my request, his movements becoming faster and more brutal. I felt every inch of him inside me, filling the emptiness I had been feeling. I had never felt so alive, so complete."You're so wet," he hissed, his hand squeezing my ass hard. "I can feel how much you want me. How much you need me.""I need you...!" I cried out, my body starting to shake violently. "I always need you, Julian...! I'm nothing without you...!""You are everything to me," he whispered,

POV: LorenaI stood in front of Victor's large house with mixed feelings. This house used to feel like a second home to me, a place where I spent time with Damian, where I celebrated holidays, where I felt like I was part of the family. But now, this house felt foreign and cold.I took a deep breath, trying to gather my courage. Julian didn't know I came here. I didn't tell him because I knew he would forbid me. But I had to do this, for Julian, for our family, to try to fix what could be fixed.I pressed the doorbell, and after a moment, a maid opened the door. The woman looked at me with an uncertain expression."Mrs. Lorena?" she asked, a little surprised. "Does Mr. Victor know you're coming?""No, but I need to talk to him. Please tell him I'm here."The maid nodded and walked inside, leaving me at the doorstep. I waited with my heart pounding, unsure of what would happen next.A few minutes later, Victor appeared at the door. His face was hard, his eyes cold, and his expression s

POV: LorenaJulian looked at me with eyes dark with desire, a mischievous smile on his lips. "I like your ideas," he whispered, his voice hoarse and full of passion.I didn't wait any longer. I grabbed his collar and pulled him toward me, kissing him wildly. Julian responded to my kiss with equal fervor, his hand reaching for my waist and pulling me onto his lap."I missed you," I whispered between kisses. "I missed this.""Me too," he answered, his hands starting to explore my body. "Every day I miss you."I sighed when his hand found my breast, squeezing it gently but firmly. I had already taken off my bra, and I could feel the direct touch of his fingers on my skin."You're so soft," he whispered, his thumb circling my already hardened nipple. "I never get tired of feeling you.""Julian..." I moaned, my head falling back. "I want to feel you. I want to feel all your love."Julian didn't answer with words. Instead, he lifted me and carried me to the bedroom with quick steps. He laid

POV: LorenaThe days after that passionate night felt like a new beginning. I woke up every morning with a smile on my face, feeling a happiness I hadn't felt in a long time. I had Julian, I had William, and I had the little family I had built with so much love.But there was one thing that bothered me, my body.I looked at myself in the mirror every morning, seeing the folds on my stomach, my large thighs, my full arms. Julian always said that he loved me as I was, that he loved every part of my body. But I couldn't shake the insecurity that had been embedded in me for years."I need to do something," I said to myself one morning, when Julian had already gone to the office and William was taking a nap.I opened my phone and started looking for information about healthy diets. I didn't want to do an extreme diet, I was still breastfeeding William, and I knew I needed enough nutrition for him. But I wanted to feel better about my body. I wanted to feel more confident.When Julian came

At first, I thought positively. Julian and Diego did share the same genes, they were uncle and nephew. It was natural for William to have some resemblance to Diego. It was just a biological coincidence, I told myself. But as the days went by, the more I watched William grow, the harder it became to ignore the reality staring me in the face.William was now five years old. The shape of his jaw, the way he smiled crookedly, even his distinctive slightly hoarse laugh, all of it reminded me of Diego.I tried to convince myself. This was just a coincidence. Julian and Diego were family. It was natural to have similarities. I was being too paranoid. I was just imagining things that weren't there.But every time I saw William playing in the garden, every time he ran toward me with his wide smile, my heart stirred uncomfortably. Something strange, something I couldn't explain, kept nagging at my mind.One afternoon, while Julian was still at the office, I sat in the living room holding Rosean