All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Laura.Michael and I return to the meeting room. All eyes are on us, mostly me.Questions lurk beneath their gazes, like they know what happened between me and Michael in the elevator.I awkwardly wring my fingers together, trying to keep my cheeks from betraying me.I can’t lose my job, I keep chanting in my head.Amongst all the gazes in the room burrowing at me, I feel two pairs of eyes the most.I let my eyes stretch across the room to detect the ones that burn me alive, and I see them.Patricia and Cersei’s.A permanent scowl rests on Patricia’s face, and Cersei’s is one of disgust.I return the heated look, refusing to flinch. That makes Patricia snort.Her lips curl, and I know immediately she wants to hurl degrading words at me, but the clack of Michael’s shoes stops her short.He's right behind me.His heavy aura wafts across the room.Somehow, having him stand behind me like some protective shield makes me feel safe. It boosts my confidence.With him here, Patricia won’t be

LauraMy pussy drips, my nipples tingle. All that buzzes through my mind is the pleasure I feel.I swear I can hear him whispering in my ears now as I slide the brush in and out of me.“That’s it, little flame, slide it in well. Let your pussy own it like it’s my cock…”My god, how is it that I can hear his voice so clearly?My wet skin from the shower roughens with chills.I obey his orders, fucking my pussy like he can see me.My mouth belts songs of pleasure.The graze of his spiked salt and pepper beard burns my skin deliciously whenever he whispers in my ear.“Don’t stop, little flame. Take it harder,”I lose control of the movement of the brush inside me.My pussy takes charge, controlling whichever length it’ll take.Thoughts about Shark and his presence inspire my pussy to take charge.My fingers clench over the porcelain sink, the cool surface barely doing anything to cool the fire burning inside me.The heel of my palm grinds over my clit, doubling the strands of pleasure th

Michael.I can’t remember the last time the Brotherhood held a roundtable meeting. I’m guessing it was before I traveled to Russia to oversee our clan businesses there, which was about three years ago.But here we all are in a round table meeting.All the members of the Brotherhood Bratva and I, as their pakhan. Many years ago, it was my best friend, Dimitri Volkov, who sat on this throne chair I’m sitting on now.I was his hand then, but that fucking didn’t stop us from being close friends who shared women and men, depending on the occasion, until he fell for an American lady, Linda, who blew his mind away.Dimitri was more than my pakhan; he was my brother. I took bullets for him like he did for me on several occasions.Unfortunately, I wasn’t there when he was ambushed in Croatia during one of his family vacations with his little girl and queen.The Brotherhood ensured Croatia was a safe place for them to embark on that vacation, yet somehow the Blue Sons managed to find out about

Laura.It’s hard for my eyes to keep focus with the way Maisie’s pacing before me like a freight train.Her brunette hair hangs like a bird’s nest on her head. It makes her look weird. I wonder whose bed she woke up from this morning and came rushing after I called?I’m not about to comment on that, not when she’s still stewing about Liam’s infamous attempt to force himself on me.I suck in a sharp breath the moment she pauses her endless movement and falls to her knees before me.The white spaghetti strap of her crop top slithers down her arm, and her cold hands grip my kneecap.“Are you serious that he didn’t touch you, flower girl? Because I’m so damn ready to break all of his bones,” She hisses.Again, for the fifth time since she barged into the house, I shake my head.“No, Maisie. The police got here on time.”She blinks, wild. “Fine, let’s go file a case against him. Now,”I grimace as her whisky-laced breath wafts over my nose.“I…can’t.”She snorts like I’ve practically lost

Laura.“What?” The scream unexpectedly rips from my mouth.The attention it draws has my cheeks turning a shade of pink. I smile awkwardly at those looking at me.Taking deep breaths on a stretch, I turn back to Michael. Of course, he still looks calm and unaffected by what he just told me to do.I lean over the table, my boobs pressing against the hardwood. I feel Michael settling his eyes on them, his throat bobbing as he swallows.“What do you mean I should give you my…”Ugh! I don’t have the muscle to call that name.He sees my struggle, and he’s fucking enjoying it.“You heard me well, little flame. I didn’t stammer,”I clench my fingers and whisper-yell, “I can’t give you my…panties!”Hiking a brow, he hums, “You won’t? But you signed over your submission to me, so as your dominant, I’m ordering you to give. Me. Your. Panties. Now.”Wait, what?Was that what the agreement was about? Signing my rights and submission to him?Omigod, what did I just do? I thought the agreement was