All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Laura. Everyone's faces are glum, mostly streaked with tears as we stand over the graves of the faction members caught in the attack. Just two days after the unfortunate event, Michael called for a mass funeral. That's when I knew those men had families. I used to think they're cold-blooded crime lords who relished the debauchery the underworld had to offer, but I'm wrong, seeing the number of women and children standing in the cemetery with us. They're bawling. Pained seeing their fathers and husbands pass on forever. The most painful part is the circumstances in which they died. My heart grieves for them. I lower my head, staring at Konstantin's portrait lying over his grave, surrounded by flowers. You can tell he was a powerful man when he was alive. Michael's quiet beside me. He's been like that since two nights ago when he purged his emotions out. I know the weight he's carrying, the voices in his head that must be telling him he's responsible for their deaths, that's wh

Laura. Finally, it's about to go down— my wedding with the man my heart desires. Not even the attack labeled on the faction about two weeks ago could stop our wedding from taking place. Not the manhunt, and especially not the fact that the hunters haven't given us any feedback. Michael's determined to make me his wife, to claim me fully, and nothing makes me happier. I'm ready to take the final vows with him just as he is. Given our decision to proceed with the wedding, plans were made. Invites were sent to the Made Men of the Brotherhood clan. Hence, a few hours from now, in the dead of the night and accompanied by the wailing sea, I'll say yes to my ex-boyfriend's dad, my ward, and my father's best friend. A man too forbidden to be my lover. But who cares? As long as we love each other, the world can burn, and we wouldn't give a damn.I've not seen the yacht myself, but whispers from the maids confirm it's the biggest in the world— a mega yacht. My whole body buzzes with the

Laura. We pull up at the Port faster than I imagined, and cautiously, Michael leads me through the pier, heading to the yacht while others fall into step behind us. The moment we reach the yacht, my breath catches at the sight of the three hundred and sixty feet structure that gives other yachts a run for their money. It's huge and imposing, screaming luxury. I can't believe what my eyes are seeing. This is truly happening. How did I get so lucky? Indeed, dreams do come true. “You like it?” Michael whispers to me, his eyes burning into my face. I nod eagerly, beaming up at him. “It's beautiful.” Grams echoes the same words behind us, and when I look, I see her hugging and kissing Dan. Michael interlinks our fingers and leads me inside the yacht.Every corner of it screams luxury. The sitting room is richly decorated, overlooking the main deck. Some of the clan members are here already with the crew members, arranging and decorating the place for the wedding. Talia veers ove

Laura.Fear and excitement pound through me for a second as I wonder what he's going to do with those.Wordlessly, he steps forward, circling me. He kisses my hair, the nape of my neck, and the sensitive skin beneath my ear as he stands behind me.His hand skims over my nipples from behind as he whispers. “I just want to introduce you to a different kind of pleasure tonight, Malishka…”What?I try to speak, but he halts me.“Shhh…just enjoy it.”At that, he pulls my hands behind me and places the handcuffs on them. A whimper escapes my mouth when he leaves a chaste kiss on my spine.He pulls me to the seat, lounging by the side, making me sink into it and spread my legs widely, and binding my legs to each of the chair's legs.I feel exposed and handicapped, like I'm a sex slave. But I don't hate it. I enjoy it.My wetness soaks into the material of the seat as Michael draws back, admiring his work, his dick engorged in his briefs.Before I can let any question out, he snaps his finger

Liam. I slam the door locked behind me, and immediately, Igor pounces on me. His lips claim mine hard in a kiss. He shoves his hand into my hair, grasping at the strands and sinking his wet tongue down my throat. I release a groan. My body presses flat on his chest as we scissor our lips together. The kiss is nothing but lustful. My dick bleeds in my pants as I angle my face, giving him access to devour what's left of my mouth. Our breaths sizzle. Our focus lost. My hands find purchase on his torso, and, rubbing small circles, I dip them into his crotch. Fuck, it's hard and warm. Igor bites my lip when he feels my fingers brushing teasingly up and down his sweet length. “Hard for me.” I groan over his lips, beading for him as I rub his precum down his base adorned with veins. “Just like you are.” He breathes over my lips, sucking them into his mouth and nibbling until we taste the coppery tang of blood. “Tell me what to do.” I force out, groping his buttcheeks as I pull h