Alle Kapitel von Claimed by a Dangerous Man: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Kim knew.Kim knew I had that dream again last night.For the past ten years—ever since my dad left me alone with my mom—I’ve been having these dreams about him. And honestly, he wasn’t even that great of a person for me to keep dreaming about him after he left. It’s not because I miss him or anything. No, these dreams are just... leftover scraps of bad memories that he didn’t bother taking with him when he disappeared.Dante wasn’t a good dad. He wasn’t a good man. Heck, he wasn’t even a decent human being. Whenever he got the chance, he’d hit Mom, forcing me to hide under the bed, clamping my own hands over my mouth, listening to the sounds of things breaking and Mom screaming.Whenever he came home drunk, it was a nightmare—for her and for me. The next morning, I’d always find Mom bruised all over. One time, I saw blood streaming down her head, and on the floor, a shattered bottle of liquor. I cried hysterically, but instead of crying with me, Mom just hugged me and told me not to w

"Do you want to come to my house?"Marco smiled, then nodded. He picked up my tote bag on the ground that I had forgotten even existed. He then took me by the hand, walking towards the end of the alley that I had almost reached.I frowned in confusion. "Wait... you know where my house is?""Yeah, I do.""How? Don't tell me you've been spying on me?""Two days straight," he said, wiggling his eyebrows."You're insane.""Didn't I already tell you? It’s all because of you."I deliberately just followed his steps. And he really did take the path to where my house should be. He still held my hand until he reached the door."Just up to here. I didn’t dig for the passcode," he said.I punched in the code deliberately without blocking his view. When the door unlocked, I glanced at him, and he smirked."After you," I said, gesturing for him to go inside.He walked in, and I pointed to the couch. "Have a seat. I’ll just put this away," I said, trying to grab my tote from his hand.But Marco didn

"So, where are you gonna start?" I finally asked. Sitting there in silence next to him was only making me more nervous. Marco was the kind of person that just looking at him will make you feel small, feel inferior, feel ready to be his servant whenever he asks."Start what?" Even though I wasn’t looking at him, I could bet Marco wasn’t looking at me either when he said that."I don’t think we came all the way here just for a picnic.""Neither do I. I was thinking of ways to make you scream."I immediately whipped my head toward him, my cheeks burning. I tried to play it cool. "I’m serious."Marco sighed, sliding his sunglasses up onto his head before finally meeting my eyes. "It’s complicated. You’ll get confused."I sat up from my lounging position, crossing my legs on the beach chair. The straw hat I’d picked up in Bali was doing wonders against the sun. "The only thing confusing me is your whole mysterious act, Marco. I don’t even know your last name."He froze."Let’s start with th

"Crawl like a baby slut."My desire for pleasure had overpowered my shame. I obeyed his command, crawling on the bed, feeling the cold air tickle my pussy.My saliva was rock-hard when my eye-tail caught the movement of him removing his pants and putting on the protection. The bed beneath me swayed with the mass of his body. I waited for him as I looked down and closed my eyes, ready for anything.A shiver ran down my spine as Marco's breath brushed my back. His lips kissed random spots, while his hand toyed with my already dripping wet core, hungry for anything Marco was offering."You lost your first pick, Leandra. So, what do you want inside this wet pussy of yours now?"“Your cock,” I snapped, no patience left. “I want your cock inside me.”“Hsssshh… too demanding. Beg for it properly.”“Please…” My voice cracked as I was on the verge of tears. My body screamed for him. “I’m begging you to fuck me like crazy.”I could feel his smile on my hip. "You want that badly, Darling?""Yes!"

"Come here ...."Those were Marco's first words to me after the fight. On the way to the airport, we didn't speak. I could tell Marco was upset, and I really didn't want to make his feelings worse.We were already seated on the plane. Somehow, Marco had miraculously booked two business-class tickets to Missouri. I had no idea when he managed to do that.I shuffled closer to him, resting my head awkwardly on his shoulder. Closing my eyes, I felt relief wash over me. His vibe wasn’t as tense as before. Marco gently stroked my hair, and I thought to myself how stubborn we both were—too proud to apologize firstHe didn't say anything else, didn't even ask about that damn nightmare Pedro was talking about earlier. I was sure Marco didn’t actually know about them. He’d only mentioned it earlier to intimidate Pedro, to make himself seem less pathetic in front of him. But eventually, Marco would ask. Just not here—not with so many ears around. It wasn’t the time, and it definitely wasn’t the p