Claire Cyberpunk Romance Novels & Stories

The person who was curious. Claire’s eyes filled. “I hate that I want to know.” Elena studied her. “Do you want me to stay so you can know?” “No.” Good. Claire continued: “I want you to go home even if the story loses you.” Elena felt something loosen. “Then stop reading.” Claire laughed through tears. “I already did.” “Keep doing it.” The wall changed one final time. CONFIRM UNINDEXED RETURN? Claire whispered: “Does confirmation create another role?”

“I’ll walk you—” “You won’t,” Damien cut in. Lucian just laughed. “Always so territorial.” I didn’t wait around to hear more. I went back to my room, heart pounding, thoughts a mess. Damien’s POV The fire in the study burned low. The night was quiet, except for the whisper of paper as I flipped open the file. Her file. Claire Hensley. Lucian stood near the shelf, arms folded. “So who is hot fiesty chic really?”

Claire’s POV My head was pounding. After two hours of fake smiles and shaking hands with people I had just seen for the very first time in my life, I needed out so i headed to the rooftop to go meet Felix. I pushed open the heavy door, the cool night air finally hitting my face. Felix was already there, hunched over a small table. There was a thin line of white powder laid out, a whiskey bottle sitting next to it. He jumped, his hand moving to cover the stash like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

CHAPTER FIFTY CLARA'S POV We finished the tasks on a good slate today, the little brat seemed to be happy that she obeyed everything I instructed. The instant we finished I carried her to the room to wash up. “Get my daughter ready?” Adrian instructed through the call line. I dressed the young girl into a pink barlie gown matched with a black shoes. Later in the day he came back with his hands filled with chocolate. “Clara I want to see you.” He muted, instantly fear gripped through my thighs. Was I in a very terrible situation? Or does he want to screw between my painful holes.

But by her consent. Adrian lowered down and cupped her face in his palms gently. Claire blinked at him innocently. "I love you", he spoke earnestly and pecked her lips", and I wouldn't stop unless you love me back, Cherry." The determination was clear in his eyes. Claire turned restless. She continued squirming like a dying fish. The aphrodisiac had clouded her judgment. Lights blurred into streaks of gold and white as she was slowly losing the grip of reality. But with time, the pain between her legs was intensifying. Claire rubbed her thighs together as she was feeling scorching hot. Tears ran down her face as she lifted her head to kiss him. Desperately.

CLAIRE. I caressed Ryan's hard-on, watching as he lost all control. I got my own joy from watching his reaction and getting to feel the hardness and hugeness of his dick. "Claire" he breathed "Are you trying to kill me?" His voice was getting unclear and raspy. "We are really doing this...." I gazed at him, and he gazed back with lust filled eyes, then I climbed on his laps to straddle him. "Yeah, we are"

Honestly, I don't have much to say to him, so when Claire walked in carrying my smaller suitcase with my laptop, I silently thanked whatever was upstairs. “Hey, here it is! He just asks them to wait for me, it will take me around an hour to get home, I still want to buy popcorn and wine!” Claire spoke excitedly and I turned to her smiling slightly. "This will be funny. See Tremere play drunk!” I commented with a low laugh. “At least I'm not the pyromaniac La Sombra!" Claire rolled her eyes and let out a low laugh. "Only you can play a vampire who likes fire."

She turns to face me, her eyes holding no expression. I hoped she wouldn't regret this, I stared at her, her face a few inches from mine. Cupping her in my hand, I kiss her, this time with care and love. Claire pulled away, standing up, she quickly picked up her clothes. Putting them on, now facing me. "I have to go before the girls wake up," she said heading towards the door she unlocked it and stepped out. I rolled on the bed trying to understand what just happened. (Claire's Pov)

“She threw herself at Jasper. Elodie was always the right Luna.” “She’s just a scar now. A reminder.” Claire’s hand clenched. Another knock. Another mistake. A courier peeked in, holding an elaborate bouquet of lilies. “Delivery for the atrium,” he said. “Wrong room?” Claire stared at the flowers. “No,” she said calmly. “You’re in the right place.” He blinked. “You’re… Claire Nightwind?” She nodded. “Leave them.” When he left, she pulled the bouquet close.

He knew it was a touch of luck with a smattering of dishonesty and a dash of opportunism that had allowed him to fulfil them but he would always have the memory of being sucked off by the most gorgeous woman he'd ever met before fucking her lovely pussy in several different positions, prior to finally finishing off in her arse. "Er, Mr. Phillips, can I get you to sign this? I've added both vibrators if that's OK as well as tube of the lubricant. I just need your signature and your credit card number." Claire was standing in front of him, still in nothing but her red stockings and suspenders and holding out her order form and a pen. Her beautiful long red hair was in disarray; her breasts wer