Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad
Every corner of the mansion is occupied— the kitchen, the grand parlor, the staircase, everywhere, and they're busying fucking and eating each other, moans snapping in the air, the strong scent of musk flying into my nose.
“Where is she?” I ask Bones, simmering in anger.
“The poolside.” He answers.
I head over there with red in my vision, and as I step outside, I see Laura laughing and watching some strippers wank their mandingo cocks for her while she sizes up their asses.
She's about to spank them when I hollered her name, the authority in my voice making everyone freeze, even the music stops.
Laura's eyes widen, but not in fear or shock; it's in victory.