Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad

🔞 95% of the book has explicit contents, discretion advised. I loved Liam Stonovich for three years. He was my first, my last, my everything. When I heard he was going to propose, my heart soared. I went to his place, brimming with hope-only to have it all ripped apart. Liam was in the shower. With his ex. And the ring I thought was meant for me? It was on her finger. I wasn't his forever. I was his rebound. Shattered, I headed to the most elite sex club in L.A., just to have fun and forget about my heartbreak. That's where I met him-Shark, a.k.a. Michael Stone. A man whose presence alone screamed danger and sèx on legs. I gave him a lap dance, thinking it would be nothing more than a one-night fling. But I became his obsession, and he, my wet dreams. Then I learned the truth. Shark is Liam's father. I thought it was all going to end there, but the enemies attacked, and secrets unfurled, revealing who I truly am. Now caught in the web of the most dangerous men in the underworld, who's going to save me?

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Chapter 3

My vision has never been this blurry before. It's a wonder how I don't crash into anyone while driving.

Thirty minutes later, I reach our small townhouse on Western Avenue.

The house rent costs an arm and a leg, but since I'm sharing it with Maisie, it's fair.

She was the first to come up with the idea of us leaving our grandma to move to L.A. and live our lives as adults.

And here we are, living it.

While I'm introverted, Maisie's wild. At least, since we moved to L.A., she has been with thirty guys, including the sheriff who lives opposite us.

I guess her kind of work makes it easy for her. Maisie is a freelance stripper.

So while I'm at work during the day, she's at home entertaining her boyfriends, and then once it's seven at dusk, she leaves for work.

I puff a breath, gather whatever's within reach, and shove out of the car, slamming it shut.

A little stride across the asphalt leads me in front of the steps. I maneuver it nonchalantly and slide my key into the door.

The moment I step inside, the smell of musk hits me. And then I hear the moans.

"Ugh! What's with me and moans today?" I grumble.

Obviously, Maisie's too busy to realize I'm around.

Passing the foyer, I arrive in our small living room, where I see her bouncing on a man.

Her chest is bare, and her black denim skirt rides up her waist.

Her tits jiggle with every bounce she delivers over the man's cock.

Her eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

From the mop of red, mussed hair and uniform on the man, I realize it's the sheriff who lives opposite us.

He skipped work just to fuck Maisie? I'm totally blown away right now.

Their cries of pleasure pitch in volume, the sheriff lands his palms on her breasts and fondles, but I just couldn't take it anymore, so I interrupt.

"Ahem!"

I clear my voice so loud, it sounds like a broken record.

They both squeal and scramble off each other.

"Christ, Laura!" Maisie yelps, covering her tits and pulling her skirt down.

The sheriff quickly buckles up, flicking a sorry look at me in between, and then bolts away when he's done.

"Girl, are you a pussy-blocker or what? I was just getting my itch scratched."

"It appears so," I chirp, walk further into the room, and slump into the couch beside the one they were banging each other on. "Since all I've been doing this afternoon is walking in on people having sex."

My face falls at that, and so does my shoulder. The hurt returns, rubbing off on me. The tears start to leak from my eyes again.

"Hey, flower girl, what's up? Why do you look so glum?"

Flower girl, that's what she always called me back when we lived with grandma because every year, I always received a bouquet of bluebells from an anonymous person on my birthdays. It made me start a small garden in grandma's backyard in Maryland.

I look over at Maisie, willing myself to speak, but words fail me. Only the tears rush out.

She scoots close to me, sitting on the armrest and pulling me toward her. Her fingers rake my hair as she coos.

"It's okay, flower girl. No more tears, you've got me," her voice softens. "Tell me who the fucker is, and I'm going to kick his ass..." Maisie drifts off, as if realizing what's truly happening, she gasps.

"Liam, right?" I look up at her through bleary eyes, not speaking. But she reads it on my face immediately.

"He wasn't really going to propose to you, was he?" Her teeth grit. Tessa must have told her about the ring, too. "That piece of shit!" She shoots me a glare. Then. "You saw him screwing some bitch?"

I nod. "His ex. And then he...told me to be the third person in their bed."

A string of expletives escapes her lips. She punches the air and growls.

I've never seen her growl before.

"I knew that son of a bitch was only pretending to love you!"

"Yeah, you won," I gripe.

She sighs, turning to look at me, "I don't mean to gloat, but Liam truly isn't good for you, Laura."

"Would you know if someone will be good for me?" I shoot, blinking up at her.

She smiles, leans close, and wipes my tears with her thumbs. "Of course, there would be. I don't do relationships, I mean, romantic relationships, but when I see the one for you, that truly loves you, I'd know."

She smacks her lips. "But in the meantime..."

Maisie glances down at the things I heaped on my lap. A frown appears on her temple.

"What?" I ask.

She reaches a hand to my bag, pulling out the rumpled paper attached to the hand, and unfolds it.

The crease on her forehead irons out, and she begins to blink wildly.

"What's wrong?" I ask, getting curious.

And she turns the paper to me, not just paper. It's a flyer. Probably the one I saw attached to my sedan.

I read the wording.

"Sin House. The Ultimate Room X,"

I hadn't seen the image in the background before because it's blurry, but I see it now.

Some naked women tied to guillotines and suspension rigs.

I cut my gaze back at her, shrugging.

"Where did you get this?" She asks.

"I saw it attached to my car earlier. Didn't even know I came with it."

To my surprise, Maisie squeals, kicking the air.

"What's the fuss about?"

"I'm stripping there tonight! Sin House is the most elite sex Club in L.A. That's where the big fishes in the city do their thing, flower girl!"

"O-kay? That's good news, I guess?"

"Totally," She stares at the flyer again, then. "And since you're in bad shape, coming there with me tonight is a totally good idea..."

"Oh, no. No. Bad idea, Maisie..."

"No, flower girl. It's a freaking ass good idea! Don't you see? God probably wants you to unwind there and forget shits about some cheating cock, Flower girl." She stands, hands on her waist. "I'll be a bad cousin if I let you stay alone in this house, drowning in sorrow because of heartbreak."

"Maisie, clubs- sex clubs, are not my thing."

"One night of fun in sin won't hurt, come on." She says, meaning it.

Although I still want to protest, Liam's words about me not being fun in bed hit me square in the face.

Why don't I go out there and find out if he's really telling the truth or not?

A streak of doubt rears in, but with how determinedly Maisie's dragging me upstairs, I have no other option but to give in.

TBC.

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A deep bone-melting groan vibrates from his chest. "I want to see you malyshka.Every inch of you." I shiver in anticipation as his fingers trail down my back, lowering the zipper of my dress, the fabric pooling at my waist. My tits come into view as cool air kisses my bare skin. His sharp intake of breath makes my stomach flip. "Damn," the word is rough, almost reverent as his large hand cups my left tit, squeezing softly. "They look even better than I had imagined." His grip tightens slightly. "A perfect fit for my hands." ☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎ Serafina had only one dream: to take center stage at the New York Opera. But if wishes were horses, even beggars would have a ride.Thrown into an arranged marriage, She is determined to hate him but soon discovers that there's a thin line between love and hate. Adriko has no use for love. His focus is power, his goal is revenge. But what do you do when your greatest threat is your most sinful desire? A pawn in the game... A Bride for a truce...

Action Modern Romance

7.2

A Deal with the Hockey Captain

7.2

Eden's eighteenth birthday was supposed to be her moment-the night she'd finally tell him. The boy she grew up loving. The one who kissed every girl but her. The one she saved her virginity for. She's spent years dreaming of Liam, chasing his smile, starving for his attention. But tonight, all he sees is the next girl he can break. And Eden? She's not enough. Desperate to change that, she does the unthinkable. She turns to Hunter Cross. Captain of the hockey team. Cold. Arrogant. Brutally sexual. The kind of man girls dare not fantasize about-but Eden does. She begs him to teach her how to flirt, how to kiss, how to touch a man until he forgets every woman before her. Hunter agrees-but only under one condition. "If I teach you how to seduce him, then for one month... you belong to me. Fully. No questions. There are no limits." Now Eden is learning far more than she bargained for-lessons in pleasure, in control, in giving up her body piece by piece to a man who doesn't believe in love. Each touch Hunter demands pushes her deeper into the kind of sin she never imagined, the kind that leaves her shaking, soaked, and begging for more. But the deeper she falls, the more dangerous the game becomes. Because Hunter's not just training her for another man. He's breaking her for himself. And he has no intention of ever letting her go. For fans of Haunting Adeline, Twisted Games, and Credence-this is a dangerously seductive enemies-to-lovers story with a filthy slow burn, a dominant hero, and an ending that will leave you breathless. Warning: This book contains explicit adult content, power-play dynamics, rough language, and high-heat scenes intended for mature readers only.

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9.1

A Heart Misplaced, A Love Bone-Deep

9.1

Julian Laurent was known as the most notorious playboy in Rivermont, changing girlfriends as often as he changed his clothes and treating marriage like a joke. Clara Sterling, on the other hand, had always been the most quiet and obedient daughter of the Sterling family. Raised as the heir since childhood, she had been flawless in every word and every gesture. A family-arranged marriage forced these two complete opposites into the same life. On their wedding night, Julian openly made out with a young model at a nightclub. For the first time, Clara cast aside her propriety, slapping him and demanding a divorce on the spot. But before the next day was over, their families had forced them to remarry. This time, Julian managed to stay faithful for a month before he cheated again. Clara filed for divorce once more, cutting ties with him completely. However, that very same day, it was revealed that Clara was not the real daughter of the Sterling family, and she was thrown out. At her lowest point, Julian found her and solemnly promised to protect her from then on. They remarried again, and from that day forward, the scandals surrounding Julian ceased. Everyone said Clara was lucky. Even her best friend insisted that Julian had truly settled down, and Clara believed it. Until she saw him in a hospital corridor, holding her best friend's hand, his voice strained with deep emotion, "I never liked her. You're the one I've always loved!" It turned out all of his tenderness had been a lie. This time, she walked away and never looked back. And the man who had once treated her as disposable only realized after she was gone that he had long since drowned in her quiet love, unable to escape.

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7.1

Blade of the Fallen: A Daughter's Retribution

7.1

For ten years, I disguised myself as my dead twin brother, fighting bloody mob wars to build the Falcone family's bootlegging empire. When the war ended, I thought I could finally take off the men's suits and be Anya again. Instead, my parents stole my victories to secure my father's power, demanding I disappear forever. When I tried to expose the truth, my family dragged me into a soundproof basement. My younger brother forced a metal funnel past my teeth and poured corrosive chemicals down my throat, dissolving my vocal cords into a blistered ruin. They chained me to a freezing pier, whipped me bloody, and let the men I used to lead spit on me as a jealous traitor. Then, under the guise of a family reconciliation dinner, my mother drugged my wine. While I lay paralyzed but fully conscious on my bed, my brother took heavy iron pliers and crushed all ten of my fingers, bone by bone. They wanted to ensure I could never hold a gun or write the truth again. I had slaughtered for them, bled for them, and craved only their love. In return, they pulverized my body and painted me as a hysterical madwoman just to keep the crown I had won for them. The foolish girl who wanted a family died in that agonizing pain, leaving behind only a ghost. Dragging my mangled, bandaged body into the rival Romano family's charity gala, I collapsed at the feet of their ruthless matriarch. "I invoke the sacred code," I rasped through my chemically burned throat. "I demand a Vendetta."

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9.5

Dangerous Seduction: The Man They All Feared Is Mine

9.5

It was city gossip that Aiden Elliott, a powerful figure, was old, hideous, and close to death. For money, Millie's greedy father, sly stepmother, and jealous stepsister forced her into marrying this so-called dying man. Refusing to give in, Millie rebelled by spending the night with a male escort-only to find out later he was the very man she was set to marry, the rumored tyrant himself. "I'm old and ugly?" "Impotent?" "You want a divorce?" Aiden wouldn't let her go. From then on, Millie became his cherished wife, pampered and protected, envied by everyone.

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8.2

In Bed With My Ex's Brother-in-Law

8.2

He left her on the streets. His brother-in-law picked her up. and made her his wife. On the day her ex, Mark, married the wealthy socialite Bella, Elena was thrown out with nothing but the clothes on her back-humiliated, broken, and utterly alone. Until Eric Thompson appeared. Bella's older brother. Mark's powerful brother-in-law. And the most feared Alpha in the city. He offered her a hand when no one else would. Then, he offered her a deal: A marriage in name only. A shield against her past. A chance to rebuild. Elena accepted, expecting a cold arrangement between strangers. But behind closed doors, Eric's carefully guarded control unraveled-and so did hers. Their chemistry was explosive, their nights intense, and the lines between business and pleasure blurred beyond recognition. He was the one man she could never have. and the only one she couldn't resist. But when Mark realizes what he truly lost, and Bella discovers the secret behind her brother's bride, Elena must decide: Is this just a contract? Or is this the love she was always meant to fight for?

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Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 3

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