Chapter 68 Losing Control
Ian
She went quiet for a long moment, like she was choosing her words with care.
“I know what I did was wrong, Ian,” she finally said, voice small. “But you don’t understand, I had to do it.”
I wasn’t in the mood for excuses. I had bigger problems, real ones and her drama was the last thing I needed.
I hissed through my teeth.
“I don’t care about that anymore. I don’t care about you. I’m past it. So if you’ve got money problems, I'll suggest that I'm the last person you should call.”
I was already pulling the phone away to end the call when her voice rushed out, frantic.
“W-wait!”
I froze, grip tightening.
“Wait for what?” I barked, fury making my hand shake.
“I have to tell you something important—really important. Something you need to know.”
My pulse kicked up.
Don’t tell me she’s pregnant. Or trying to pin some other man’s kid on me.
She probably thinks I’m stupid, doesn’t know I already figured out her real job: spreading her legs for rich old men to keep the cash flowing.
If she’s trying to trap me with a bastard, she’s got another thing coming.
But fine. I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt. Let’s hear what the hell she has to say.
“Go on,” I said, already rubbing my temple as a headache started creeping in.
“Okay,” she started, breath shaky. “What if I told you your wife… is cheating on you with my…”
She trailed off.
My fingers froze on my temple.
“My boyfriend and boss,” she finished. “I know you’ve heard of him from Jane—the owner of the club. Mr. King.”
My eyes snapped wide. My whole body went rigid.
Oh so she knew I had been to the club.
“He’s having an affair with your wife, Ian. I swear I’m telling the truth.” She said
Wait—Mr. King?
That was the last name Claire’s lover had.
Could Pattie actually be telling the truth?
“What’s his full name, Pattie?” I asked, fist clenching so hard my knuckles turned white.
She sighed low.
“Liam King.”
My eyes widened further.
No. It couldn’t be.
Claire wouldn’t get involved with someone like that. From what I knew, he was dangerous—ruthless. The kind of man who didn’t play nice.
But hold on… that wasn’t the name I remembered.
Jane had called him Raul King.
What the hell was going on?
“I asked Jane,” I said, a hiss slipping out. “She said his name is Raul King. Are you sure we’re talking about the same person?”
“Use your head, Ian!” she suddenly shouted.
The line went dead quiet for a beat.
“It’s the same person. Liam Raul King. And he’s fucking your wife.”
The pieces slammed together so hard I almost dropped the phone.
I pressed the end button. Slowly pulled it from my ear. I stood there in a daze.
I tilted my head, disbelief curling my lip into a small, confused scoff.
I stared at the blank screen as it lit up again—Pattie calling back.
Wait… don’t tell me.
While I was cheating with Pattie… Claire was sleeping with Pattie’s boyfriend at the same time?
A low, menacing laugh bubbled up from my chest.
“Ohhh… two can play that game, Claire.”
My pupils felt like they were bulging.
“You think you’re smart, huh?”
I hurled the phone across the room. It hit the wall with a crack.
She must have been laughing behind my back this whole time, fucking my mistress’s man while I fucked his girlfriend.
Oh, I won’t let this slide.
Claire thought she could humiliate me?
No.
I’ll drag her down with me.
I wonder how she’ll look when her father finds out.
His perfect, holier-than-thou daughter—screwing a much younger man, tangled in an adulterous mess with some dangerous club owner.
Claire…
I’ll make sure you pay for every humiliation you’ve put me through.
And that boyfriend of yours?
I’ll bring him down too.
Both of you.
No, all of you.
No one humiliates me and walks away clean.
Claire
He unfastened the cuffs and lifted me into his arms, carrying me toward the bed.
“You wanted me,” he whispered against my ear, voice rough and low. “Now you’ll have me.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, our sweat-slicked skin pressing together as he moved.
He laid me down gently on the mattress, then straightened, eyes never leaving me while he stripped off his pants. His gaze roamed over my body, lingering on the fresh marks blooming across my pale skin like dark petals.
“Spread your legs wider,” he rasped.
I obeyed, opening myself fully to him, thighs parting until I felt exposed, vulnerable, aching.
His stare dropped there—intense, possessive—and for the first time in a while, a flush of embarrassment heated my cheeks. When was the last time his look alone made me feel shy?
He settled between my thighs, hands gripping my hips and dragging me closer in one firm pull. His cock stood thick and hard, pulsing, ready to claim what he’d been teasing all night.
“What are you thinking right now, Mrs. Claire?” he asked quietly, leaning down until his forehead rested against mine.
“Are you thinking about your husband… or your kids?”
How could I think of them right now—in this state? Ian? No. The kids… maybe a flicker, but it vanished under the heat of him.
I swallowed.
“None of that,” I whispered.
“Good.”
The blunt head of him nudged my entrance.
“For now, Mrs. Claire… only think of me. And the pleasure I’m about to give you.”
Then he thrust, deep, slow, filling me completely in one long stroke.
Nothing compared to this, the real heat, the stretch, the weight of him inside me. The toy had been nothing.
A broken moan tore from my throat; he caught it with his mouth, kissing me hard as he sank all the way in.
He started moving fast, urgent, frantic, like a beast finally unleashed. No pause, no mercy. I screamed into his mouth as he swallowed every sound.
When he finally released my swollen lips, his hand wrapped around my neck, pressing just enough to pin me as he leaned in close.
My head fell back against the pillow, fingers digging into his arm as his thrusts turned relentless, wild, out of control, faster and deeper than I’d ever felt from him before.
“Liam—yes, right there,” I gasped.
He was hitting that perfect spot over and over, the one that made my toes curl and my whole body arch. And God, the sounds coming from him, low, ragged moans, set me on fire. It wasn’t often he let himself go like this, and hearing it made me clench tighter around him, wetter, hotter, desperate to pull him deeper.
I wanted him to feel it too, wanted him lost in the same ecstasy he was drowning me in.
“Oh, Claire…” he groaned, voice breaking as I tightened even more. A pained, hungry sound rumbled from his chest.
He let go of my neck, dropping his forehead to the side of my face as he pounded into me harder, deeper. His moans matched mine now, raw, unrestrained, like he’d been starving for this longer than I had.
“Oh, Claire,” he rasped again.
His mouth found my ear, sucking the lobe, then biting down just enough to sting.
Then, in a shaky, breathy whisper I barely recognized as his:
“I can’t stop moving my hips… look at what you’ve done to me.”
His voice cracked on the last word, raw and undone, and it sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through me.
Just like he said, his hips couldn't stop moving.