Claimed by My Mate’s Father

CHAPTER 9

The knock came again, louder this time. “Miss Camellia? Are you in there?”

It was one of the yacht staff, probably checking on the rooms. My heart pounded hard against my ribs. I pulled my mouth off Vaughan’s c**k with a wet pop. A string of saliva stretched from my lips to his tip before breaking. He grabbed my arm, his eyes dark and serious, and shook his head no.

“Go answer it,” he whispered. His voice was low and rough. “But don’t stop me.”

I stood up on shaky legs. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My p***y was throbbing, still wet from his tongue. I grabbed a white robe from the chair and wrapped it loose around me.

Vaughan stayed on his knees for a second, then he rose. His c**k was hard and jutted out toward me. He pressed against my back as I walked to the door. His hands slid under the loose robe to cup my breasts.

I cracked the door open just enough to see the staff member’s face. It was a young guy holding a tray.

“Yes? What is it?” I asked.

“Sorry to bother you, miss. Just delivering some water and towels. Miss Lita had requested it earlier.”

Behind me, Vaughan’s fingers pinched my n*****s hard. He twisted them. I bit my lip to stifle a gasp.

“Uh, yeah, that’s fine. Just leave it outside, please.”

He leaned in closer. I could feel his c**k pressing against my ass through the thin robe. One of his hands trailed down my stomach. His fingers dipped between my legs. He rubbed my c**t in a slow circle. It made my knees feel weak.

“You okay, miss? You look flushed.” The guy tilted his head, concerned.

“I’m fine,” I said. My voice came out breathy. Vaughan’s finger pushed inside my p***y. He pumped it once, then twice. I gripped the door frame to steady myself. “Just… tired. It’s been a long day.”

Vaughan chuckled softly in my ear. His breath was hot.

“Tell him to f**k off so I can f**k you,” he murmured. It was too quiet for the guy to hear.

The staff member nodded. “Alright, goodnight then.” He set the tray down on the floor and walked away down the hall.

I shut the door quickly and locked it. Vaughan spun me around. He shoved the robe off my shoulders. It pooled at my feet.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now where were we?”

He pushed me back toward the bed. But I dropped to my knees again. I grabbed his c**k with my hand.

“My turn to make you beg,” I said. I took him deep into my mouth. I sucked hard, pressing my tongue against the vein on the underside. He groaned. His hand fisted in my hair.

“f**k, your mouth is perfect."

He f****d my mouth with a steady rhythm, his hips thrusting shallowly. Spit ran down my chin, but I took it. I hollowed my cheeks to suck harder. I felt his balls tighten, but he pulled out suddenly.

“Not coming like that,” he said, breathing hard. He lifted me onto the bed. He spread my legs wide. His c**k nudged my entrance. It was slick with my juices.

“You want this?” he asked. “My c**k inside you?”

“Yes,” I panted. “f**k me, Vaughan. Hard.”

He thrust into me deep, filling me completely. I cried out. My walls clenched around his thickness. He didn’t wait. He started pounding into me fast. The bed creaked under us.

“Take it all,” he growled. His hands gripped my hips. “Your p***y’s gripping me so tight. It’s made for my cock.”

I wrapped my legs around him. I met each of his slams. Pleasure built quickly. My c**t rubbed against his pelvis with every movement.

“Harder,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”

He leaned down. He sucked my n****e into his mouth. His teeth grazed it. Then he switched to the other one. He bit it lightly while his c**k drove deeper into me. I arched my back. My nails scratched down his back.

“You’re mine tonight,” he said. His voice was rough. “No one else gets this.”

His thrusts slowed. He started grinding deep, hitting that spot inside me. I came hard. My p***y pulsed around him. Juices soaked the sheets beneath us. He kept going, chasing his own release.

“Where do you want it?” he grunted. “Your mouth? Your t**s? Inside?”

“Inside,” I gasped. “Fill me up.”

He groaned loud. He slammed into me one last time. Hot c*m shot into me. It mixed with my wetness. He collapsed on top of me. He was breathing heavy. His c**k twitched inside me a few times before it softened.

We stayed like that, connected, until he slipped out. c*m leaked from my p***y as he rolled beside me. I curled into his chest. Our skin was sticky with sweat.

“Sleep,” he murmured. He put his arm around me.

I did. I was exhausted.

I woke up in his arms. My body felt sated and warm. His steady breathing against my neck felt good. It felt safe, even. But then a guilt twisted in my gut. This was wrong. Vaughan was Lysander’s dad. What if someone found out? What if we got caught? A feeling of happiness mixed with fear. A bad feeling lingered in my mind like a shadow.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen lit up the dark room. I reached for it carefully, trying not to wake Vaughan. It was a text from Lysander.

I read the words. They made my stomach drop.

“We need to talk. I need you to know the truth about what happened. I did not do what I did willingly.”

What did he mean? What didn’t he do willingly?

I stared at the screen. The warm, safe feeling from a moment ago was gone. Now I just felt cold and confused. I put the phone down. I looked at Vaughan sleeping beside me. I wondered what I had gotten myself into.