LOGINThis book is for viewers above the age of 18. It may contain explicit and violent scenes not suitable for all viewers. If you're not into dark romance you might find this disturbing. Her body hit the wall, her breath trembling as her eyes darted across my face. I knew that look — the one that screams lust. It made my mouth water instantly. “Stay back,” she gasped, her voice unsteady. But I did the opposite. As our bodies pressed together, I felt her tremble beneath me. “I just want you and that… that—” she faltered, the words dying as my hands found her hips. “That what, Mrs. Claire?” I murmured. She swallowed hard. Mrs. Claire — the woman who lets desire consume her. The woman I can’t get out of my head. --- Mrs. Claire: How did I find myself in this mess? I only wanted them to leave my family alone. But now… here I am, caught in a scandal of my own. What happens when your husband's mistress boyfriend becomes your Dom.
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Ahhh, I went through the pictures, my eyes blurry with unshed tears, staring at the photos of my husband, cuddling up with a much younger woman. He looked so happy with her in his arms that I felt the need to puke, how could he? Not after everything we've been through. How could he do this to me? We've suffered together, built an empire, have kids and yet this is what he does, behind my back, he's cheating on me. No wonder he hardly touched me these days, with the excuse of being busy and tired, and I was a fool to believe him, to love him still. I set the pictures on the table, my hands shaky, I looked over at the pile of paper on my desk, a name written on it Pattie Paul, the girl he is cheating on me with. I have had a private investigator do a background check on her. She is a model, in a big agency, but was once a thriving model who by mere luck was hired by a bigger agency obviously the work of my husband. She started working there a year ago, the same year my husband has been in a relationship with her. For one whole year, I didn't know he was cheating on me, how foolish had I been? But something caught my eyes. She was in a long term relationship of three years with a guy named Liam. I picked the picture of them both, a striking young man whose hands were wrapped around her waist. A smile plastered on his face, the way he looks at her is the kind any woman would die for, she has such a handsome man why go for mine? Is it money? She wants to put my home in jeopardy all because of money? I dropped the picture and sat back down on the chair as I wallowed in grief. I hated this direction my life is going. What will I do? Should I confront Ian, ask him why he'd cheat on me? Or should I confront Pattie, telling her to let go of my husband for the sake of my children. But then he'll know I spied on him, I chewed on my thumbnail harder than I intended, and my eyes darted to that picture again, no, maybe, just maybe I should encounter her boyfriend and show him the photos, he'll be furious like me and maybe do something about it. I picked up the photo again, I mean who wouldn't crash out when they hear their lover is cheating on them because I am crashing out now. So I picked up my phone and dialed the investigator’s number. He picked immediately. "I want you to do something for me," I said urgently, not knowing I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life. Liam Everything in my life has always gone exactly the way I planned it. Every little detail falls into place, every move I make works out. My life, my business, even though people love calling it illegal and the legacy I’m building… all of it is steady. Controlled. Perfect, as perfect as something in my world can be. So, technically, I should be happy. I should be the most content man alive. Everything should be just fine. But no. There’s a problem. One I hate with every fiber of my being. No matter how much sex I have, no matter how many women I take to bed, no matter the hours I spend inside them…I never, ever get satisfied. Not even a little. And it’s not just annoying, it’s draining the hell out of me. Why can’t any woman satisfy me? Why the fuck is it only getting worse? I have money, power, and control, but this one thing keeps eating at me. I clicked my tongue in irritation, sinking into my chair, disgust twisting my face. I barely had a second to wallow before a knock interrupted my thoughts. “Come in,” I rasped. The door opened and Jerry walked in. One of my men—reliable, steady. “Boss, we seem to have a problem,” he said. I nodded, telling him to go on. “It seems someone is trying to find information about you.” I sat up immediately, eyes narrowing. It couldn’t be the police. Not the Feds. Not any of those fools. I practically own half of them with the secrets I keep. They wouldn’t dare. “Who is it?” I asked, voice sharp, direct. “It’s one of the client’s wives,” he replied. That caught me off guard. “What?” Jerry tossed a file onto the table. A picture slid out—her picture. “That woman, boss. Mrs. Claire. Her husband is the one dating Pattie,” he explained. I lifted the photo, studying her face. She looked like every typical high-class wife, put together, polished, the type who puts her home first. The perfect wife image society loves so much. “Oh, I see,” I murmured, flipping through her profile. Boring. Clean. Predictable. Nothing special. I dropped the file onto the table. “If she wants to know me, then give her what she wants,” I said, leaning back. Jerry gave a small smirk. “Yes, boss. So I’m sure you’ll handle it yourself?” A slow grin stretched across my face. “Well… now that you’ve said it, I could toy with her.” Jerry’s grin widened too. I looked at her photo again, letting thoughts settle in my mind. Her husband is one of my favorite clients. I even gave him Pattie as a mistress—out of all the other girls I could've offered, it was my own girlfriend. And now his wife is sniffing around me? Interesting. This…this is going to be a fun one. Suddenly, I pushed myself up from the chair. “Let’s forget about that for now,” I said, already striding toward the door. Jerry followed immediately, keeping a step behind me like he always did. “Do you have that tape of the CEO from Walter’s Corp?” I asked as we walked out into the hallway. “Yes, sir. Should we use it now?” Jerry asked. A slow smile stretched across my face as we stepped into the red-lit room, one of my favorite parts of the building. Music thumped, women swung their waists on poles and platforms, and men threw money like they were trying to burn their wealth before morning came. The air smelled of perfume, sweat, and power. My power. “Not now,” I replied, letting the grin grow wider as I took in the sight of my flourishing business. My kingdom. My playground. My trap for men who thought they were untouchable. I turned slightly toward Jerry. “I just hope the senator is enjoying his time in the red room.” The moment I said it, a low, guttural laugh tore out of me—raw, amused, dark. I am Liam King. And one thing everyone should know about me? I run a world that powerful, accomplished men crawl into willingly. And it pays me more than any legal empire ever could.Liam I had tried every kind of therapy imaginable, but nothing could fix my inability to reach release. The frustration grew so bad that even my money and power stopped satisfying me. I’d watch other men blow their loads and feel nothing but rage and jealousy at the same time.Just when I thought I had solved one problem, another would come and laugh at me in the face.But everything changed the second I opened the door and saw her, Mrs. Claire. She had come determined to stop her husband’s infidelity, and the moment my eyes landed on her, my cock turned rock hard.At first, I didn’t plan to fuck her. I was just going to hear her out and destroy her with my words. Older women had never done it for me anyway. But when I pulled her inside and she collided against my chest, her scent hit me like a drug, and an entirely different plan took over my mind.Why not have some fun with her? I thought. Blackmail her with it afterward so she’d leave Pattie and her husband alone.Deep down, I kne
LiamThe first thing I did after coming into power was cut off every business connection linked to my father. I hated the drug trade. It forced people into reckless dealings and turned them into criminals.Now that I held power in my hands, I could expand our operations into something bigger, something that would place me in the spotlight. It would still be illegal, but far less dangerous than the path my father had chosen.Before I could do any of that, however, there was one last thing I needed to do.One last time I needed to stain my hands with blood.“Boy, what are you doing?” he asked as he shuffled backward across the floor.He was running from the son he had sold.The fear on his face was almost amusing. I had never seen him look this terrified before, and it brought a dark smile to my lips.“Not so big anymore, huh?” I asked.I watched his throat bob as he swallowed nervously.The door opened behind me, but I didn't bother turning around. One of my men had arrived with someon
LiamI was twelve years old when I saw the outside world for the first time, but it wasn't for anything good.My father had given me an assignment. I was to accompany a man named Luke to deliver a shipment of hard drugs to a wealthy and powerful man. I wasn't the one handling the transaction directly; my father simply wanted me to get accustomed to the kind of business he was involved in.My mother never wanted that life for me, but when it came to my father, she never had a choice. And because I didn't want her to be beaten again, I agreed.When we arrived at the mansion, the back of the truck was open and sunlight flooded in. The brightness forced me to shut my eyes for a moment.As soon as Luke and I climbed out, my eyes widened.The place was enormous.A magnificent mansion stood at the center of the property. The gardens were beautiful, and water flowed from a large statue nearby. I had never seen anything like it before.“Move it,” Luke said.I followed him, still distracted by
LiamI carried my little sister into the closet and hid with her there. She sucked on my finger just like Mom had taught me, a way to keep her from crying.Dad was home.Whenever he was around, we were supposed to hide, and if we made any noise, he would punish Mom. These days, he punished me too.Mom was making those sounds again, the ones she always made whenever Dad was around. And it seems like they were clapping again, and it usually took a long time before they were done.I just hoped my little sister wouldn't get tired of sucking my finger.When I glanced down at her, I let out a sigh of relief.She had fallen asleep.A small smile formed on my face.Her cheeks were so red and pretty.Maybe I should try sleeping too.Holding her carefully in my arms, I drifted off.It wasn't for long.I was suddenly awakened by the sound of my mother crying and my father's angry shouting.“You bitch, you're lucky I still treat you special!”His voice echoed through the room.A loud sound follo






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