Claimed by My Mate’s Father

CHAPTER 5

Cameilla’s POV

I blinked, looking blankly at the crazy ass woman I call my best friend. “You say you are doing what?”

Lita just bites her lips, giving me a mischievous look. “You heard me right. Two of them.”

“And neither of them knows about?”

“Well,” She trailed off. “That used to be the case until I invited both out for some sweet time together, and let’s see two is indeed better than one.” She said looking dazed like her mind had gone back to that scene.

I would lie, that was all I needed to fold. I had been obsessing over this man from the moment I saw him in the pool, and he had been haunting my dreams and my reality. Maybe I just needed one time, just one quick mind shattering o****m invoked by him and maybe—just maybe— this whole nightmare would be gone.

“So?” Lita smirked. “Are we going on a boat or not?”

The choice was simple. Sit here wallowing about how my mate likes d**k or find one for myself. My choice is pretty clear.

The yacht rocked gently under my feet as I stepped onto the deck. The air smelled like saltwater and expensive cologne. I tried to act casual, but I was painfully aware of every curve, every movement in my simple white dress.

“Cam! Over here.”

Lita waved me over. She was perched on a chaise, grinning like she knew the screws turning in my head.

“I think this is a mistake,” I muttered, adjusting the strap of my dress.

“Mistake? No way. This is your chance to have fun. To get out of your head.”

I tried to smile, but my stomach twisted. Out of my head? I wasn’t thinking of fun. I was thinking of him. Vaughan.

And sure enough, the moment I looked up, I saw him.

He had just stepped onto the deck. Dark hair, sharp eyes, movement that demanded attention without a single word. And when his gaze found me, I felt my pulse spike. Not a smile. Not a nod. Just eyes locking on me, heavy, assessing, impossible to look away from.

I turned to Lita, whispering, “Why did I let you drag me here?”

“Because,” she said, smirking, “you’re curious. And your p***y is dying to get some action.”

“And my head is telling me to get out of here.” I hissed.

“Oh, please,” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t listen to your head, listen to your clit.”

I didn’t even bother to answer her. She was to horny and drunk to reason. Instead, I let myself watch him. Like a f*****g creep. Vaughan moved through the crowd like he owned it, associates surrounding him, all powerful, confident men. Some glanced at me, lingering too long, but every time, Vaughan’s eyes snapped to mine, a warning clear as day.

“You’re already making him mad,” Lita murmured in my ear, like the waves.

“I’m not even doing anything,” I said, though my fingers itched to test the boundaries.

I let one of his associates, a tall man with broad shoulders, brush past me. I laughed softly at something Lita whispered and let the man lean in, close enough that his breath touched my ear.

“Are you enjoying the view?” he asked, his voice low.

I shook my head lightly, keeping my smile teasing but innocent. “I’m enjoying the party.”

The man left with a promise of more, but my attention was trained on another. I felt Vaughan’s gaze on me, and I knew he saw through the act. The intensity of it made my pulse quicken, heat pooling in places I wasn’t ready to admit.

He moved closer, silently, like a shadow. I caught him out of the corner of my eye.

“You’re being reckless,” he said finally, voice low, dark, dangerous. “Too reckless for my liking.”

I smiled, pretending not to notice the warning. “Am I?”

“Yes. Very.” He took a step closer, and I could see the muscle under his shirt tighten. “And I don’t like it.”

“Oh,” I teased, letting my gaze wander over him casually. “Do I make you… uncomfortable?”

Vaughan’s jaw flexed. “Careful. You might find out what happens when I get uncomfortable.”

The playful line made my chest tighten. Heat rose in my stomach, spreading into my thighs, and I had to grip the railing to steady myself. My mind screamed at me to stop, to retreat—but I didn’t. I wanted this. I wanted to feel his tension, his warning, his control.

Another of his associates came near, smirking, trying to join the teasing. I let him lean close, and Vaughan’s eyes immediately snapped to mine. His warning glare was enough. The man straightened, retreating without a word.

“You shouldn’t do that,” Vaughan said, his voice low and commanding.

I tilted my head, trying to look innocent. “Do what?”

“Test me. Tempt me. You know better.” I felt a shiver at the growl under his words.

“Do you?” I asked softly. “Or are you just pretending?”

“I never pretend,” he said, stepping closer until our gazes locked completely. The tension was unbearable, thick, suffocating. His presence pressed down on me, demanding attention, demanding obedience—but also teasing, inviting.

I laughed softly, though my body was betraying me. “You seem conflicted, Vaughan.”

His eyes darkened. “I’m not conflicted. You’re just… reckless. And dangerous.”

“I like dangerous,” I whispered, almost without thinking. The words slipped past my lips, daring him, testing him, watching his reaction.

He stepped even closer, so close I could feel the heat radiating from him, yet he didn’t touch me. Not yet. His hand brushed against the railing near mine, just enough that I felt the electricity travel from his fingers to mine.

“Don’t do this,” he said, his voice rougher now. “You’re playing with something you don’t understand.”

“I think I understand just fine,” I said, letting my gaze drop to his lips briefly before snapping it back to his eyes. “I know exactly what I want.”

“And what is that?”

“You.”

There. I’d said it. Bold, unashamed. And his reaction was immediate. His jaw flexed, his breath caught slightly, and he had to step back, though just barely.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he muttered, more to himself than me.

I smirked. “I think I do. And I’m willing to find out.”

He moved again, circling slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. “You really are tempting fate.”

I let a laugh slip past my lips. “Maybe I like the danger.”

The night went on. Drinks passed from hand to hand, music throbbed, laughter rang out, but all I could think about was him, the way he watched, the way he reacted to everything I did. Every smile, every tilt of my head, every casual brush against one of his associates had him watching, and I knew exactly what he was feeling.

“You enjoy this too much,” he said suddenly, leaning close just enough that his voice brushed my ear, a deep warning of something harsh to come if I didn’t listen. “And you have no idea how much trouble that’s going to cause you.”

I shivered at the proximity, at the warning laced through his tone. “Maybe I like trouble.”

“You don’t know what trouble is until you’ve faced me,” he said, straightening but not moving away. The tension between us was like fire and ice at once. Painful, thrilling, and so f*****g addictive. I felt like an addict finally getting a bigger dose.

I wanted to push further, to see if I could break him, to see if I could tempt him across the line. But even as the thought crossed my mind, part of me feared it. Feared the control in his eyes, feared the strength in his body, feared the certainty in his voice.

Yet I couldn’t stop. Not tonight. Not with him there, looking at me like he could devour me whole.

He hadn’t claimed me. He hadn’t touched me. And yet… I was completely his.