Sinful Valentine: Claimed by My Father-in-law

Chapter3

Ravenna.

“Are you okay, miss?” he asked, his grip tightening around me.

I did not respond; I couldn't find my voice.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, his voice pulling me out of my reverie this time.

I gripped the sides of his jacket. “No…” I shook my head. “I’m not fine. Please take me away from here.”

Then, just like that, the tears I had been holding all day streamed down, burning against my cheeks. I buried my head into his chest and cried.

He did not say a word; he just held me there.

His arms felt safe, secure, and homely, like I had known him forever. It was the first time anyone had ever tried to be there for me.

And maybe that was why I was able to confess all my pain to him.

“No one wants me,” I choked out. “No one does. Not even my mother. She ran off after giving birth to me, leaving me with my father. Everyone thinks I'm pathetic…”

“Ishhhh,” he cut me off. He pulled me back just a little to stare at me. “I don't think you are pathetic, though. And I want you.” He said like he meant every word. “So don't say that about yourself.”

I stared at him for a long moment. Maybe it was because all of a sudden I felt a burning sensation in my core, or maybe it was the effect of the tequila hitting me again.

“It is Valentine’s Day, and I really don't want to be alone tonight,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “Will you please spend the night with me, Daddy?”

His mouth parted in disbelief. “You want me to spend the night with you?”

I nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“To do what?”

That was true… if he was going to spend the night with me, then what would we do?

A thought dropped into my mind. Of course, I was in an open marriage, so why not? At least I would finally lose my virginity and prove Ryder wrong—that there were men, more handsome and clearly more powerful than him, who would want me.

“I want you to f**k me, Daddy,” I said bluntly. My hand trailed down his chest, and he stiffened. “Let me be your little slut just for tonight.”

A moment passed before he nodded. “Fine, but you know you can't pretend tonight did not happen later, okay?” he rasped, his voice almost making my knees weak now.

I nodded, even though I knew with frightening certainty that my life had just crossed a line I couldn't return from. From the way he looked, he was probably some powerful personality, maybe an Alpha, so where would I see him again after tonight?

“And again… Daddy f***s hard. I don't do love,” he added. His dominance was so overwhelming that I felt wetness pooling into my panties.

Love?

Where had that delusional nonsense gotten me?

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped out of the way. My cunt is tightening now.

With that, he gripped my hand and started leading me down a path I didn't know because I was so tipsy now. Then we were inside a car where he barked out an address to his driver, and that was the last thing I remembered.

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The first thing I felt in the morning was the light. It was too bright. It pierced straight into my skull, forcing my eyes to snap open.

The chandelier above was just as luxurious as the one in our matrimonial home… but it wasn't ours. The air was thick. Different. Peaceful in a way that wasn't right.

Where was I?

I pushed myself up, my eyes darting around to find myself in a luxurious penthouse. My clothes and underwear were sprawled across the floor.

I gripped my throbbing forehead, trying to remember what the f**k happened last…

The memories slammed into me all at once.

Ryder leaving me to go meet Kate. Then I went to the bar and confronted him at the VIP lounge. The humiliation from him, Kate, and his friends… and then my stupid, delusional determination to become a Luna. No… I was crazy to think I could be anyone's Luna. And when I bumped into the handsome stranger and asked him to f**k…

My mouth widened, and I quickly slapped my hand over it to muffle the scream threatening to spill out.

How crazy can you be, Ravenna?

Just because your husband threw you into an open marriage doesn't mean you have to stoop so low by asking a stranger to f**k you too, should you?

The room was empty. The stranger had left. No names. Nothing. Well… what was I expecting when I was the one who practically threw myself at him?

I tried to push myself off the bed and damn… I felt a burning sensation in the flesh between my thighs. My n*****s ached too, probably from his fangs on them.

He did keep his promise of f*****g me hard, though.

I got off the bed, and my eyes landed on the crimson-stained white bedspread.

I had just given myself to a stranger. Even though it was supposed to be wrong… I didn't regret it one bit for reasons I couldn't pinpoint. I only felt bad that I couldn't seem to remember any of the scene, no matter how hard I tried.

I gathered my clothes, threw them on, and quickly made my way out of the penthouse.

“Where are you coming from?” Ryder asked the moment I stepped into the room.

I did not spare him a glance as I removed the jewelry around my neck. “Not your damn—” The word died in my mouth.

I should let him know I f****d someone, shouldn't I? Hurt him like he hurt me.

I turned toward him, my arms folded over my chest. “Well… I had a long, steamy night,” my voice was sultry. I grabbed my breasts and moaned out. “I f****d someone. He was so rough, so good. Since we are in an open marriage, I might keep him as my boyfriend.”

At first, his fingers froze around the button he was doing. I thought I saw pain flash in his eyes… but then he burst into sharp, mocking laughter.

“Trying to act sexy like Kate?” he taunted. “Oh… you think that was cute? Come on, Ravenna. You will never be like her. You look like a bun instead.”

Humiliation slammed into me.

“And you f****d someone?” he repeated like it was the most unbelievable thing he had heard in his entire life. “Who is the tasteless man that would f**k you? And again, how is he bold enough to f**k the Alpha heir's wife? Stop lying, Ravenna, and just focus on your plans. You said you will become Luna, so I would like to watch you try.”

Fuck… this Luna nonsense. He seemed to take me seriously, and I couldn't even take back my words anymore.

“But I really did f**k someone,” I insisted.

“Sure, sure, sure.” His voice was dismissive. “Just get dressed. We need to have breakfast with my parents before I leave for work.”

Again? I hated having to go to his parents' place more than anything else.

He grabbed his jacket. “I’ll give you ten minutes to freshen up. I will be waiting outside.”

He turned and walked out of the room.

“I really f****d someone," I called after him, desperate to have him believe me.

He slammed the door shut.

Wow… was I so unattractive that he wouldn't even believe that I f****d someone?

I wish I had recorded it or something.

Whatever.

I had ten minutes to get prepared. I quickly undressed and ran into the bathroom.

“Oh… look who is here?” the Queen sneered the moment we stepped into the dining room. “The barren woman, of course.” She dropped a plate of braised chicken on the table, her face twisting with mask-like thin disgust.

Despite the delicious aroma in the air, my stomach twisted.

“Good morning, Luna,” I said, my voice barely audible, but she ignored me anyway.

“Mom… good morning,” Ryder said, pulling her into an embrace.

Her attention was on her son, brushing something off his suit. “And you couldn't come last night because?”

Ryder cleared his throat, straightening. “Well… I had something important to attend to.” Kate was definitely important. “Was father angry?”

“Him?” Her nose flared. “He wasn't even home either. I had to have dinner alone, even though it was supposed to be Valentine’s Day—a day I should be surrounded by everyone I love.”

She sounded sad, and that made me… happy. I bit the inside of my tongue to muffle the smile about to curl my lips. Good for her. She deserved to be alone for the rest of her life.

“I'm so sorry, Mom,” he apologized before his eyes darted around. “Where is Father?”

“He should be here soon. I have already asked the maid to get him.”

Then she turned toward me. “And you… don't just stand there like a statue. Help the maids set the table. Or did you think you are better than them now that you've managed to get my son to marry you?” She believed that I was the reason why Kate and Ryder broke up, hence the hate on me.

I swallowed down the anger inside me and turned toward the kitchen, but my steps faltered when the same scent I had perceived from the stranger in the hallway last night filled my nostrils.

“Father,” Ryder called.

I snapped my head toward the staircase, and my breath seized completely.