Claimed by My Mate’s Father

CHAPTER 6

Vaughan’s Pov

“With the way you keep looking at her, I’m scared you might just swallow her whole.” My second in command teased with mischief floating in his eyes.

“Piss off.” I hissed, and he just laughed in response and tumbled over to another side. He was completely wasted, and we had a peace treaty to attend.

The yacht hummed beneath my feet, an effect from the waves, but I barely felt it. Music, laughter, chatter—it all blurred into the background. My attention was only on her. She moved through the crowd like a flame, unknowing of the pull she had on me, unknowing of the game I’d been playing for months.

I had watched her carefully. Planned everything carefully. The heartbreak she suffered, the betrayal she discovered, every cruel action from the one who was meant to love her. I’d let it happen. All of it deliberate. I had orchestrated the circumstances so she would see the truth herself. So she would come running to me.

She had no idea.

I leaned against the railing, eyes tracking her as she laughed with someone from my circle, her hair catching the soft evening light. My chest tightened at the sight of her smile targeted at another man. A man who was once a good friend, but now I was contemplating feeding him to the fishes.

Months of restraint, months of imagining her, months of wanting her and not touching her, and now, finally, she was here in the space I controlled.

I remembered the moment I decided to watch instead of act. I knew about everything—her mate with another man, the betrayal, the lies—but I hid it. I let her fall into heartbreak, knowing exactly how it would shape her. The power of her desire, the intensity it would create… I wanted it. I needed it.

I closed my eyes for a moment, picturing her. The defiance in her eyes, the tension in her shoulders when she tried to stay composed, the subtle curve of her lips when she laughed without thinking. I had imagined this scene countless times, orchestrated it in my mind so that every moment, every glance, would lead her closer to me.

Her attention wandered to the men around her. I watched her let them lean in, let them linger, let them notice her. And I wanted to step forward, to claim her, but I didn’t. Not yet. That’s the difference between desire and control. I wanted her craving me to burn slowly, to build with every glance, every touch. I was feeding into her desire to want something more and forbidden.

I let my mind drift back, to the months before this yacht, to the moments when I first began thinking of her in ways that were mine alone. I had fantasized quietly, privately. I had imagined her in ways no one else should.

I sat in my study late at night, the house quiet except for my heavy breathing. My son’s picture of Cam sat on the desk, her smile wide and innocent. She wore that tight tank top that hugged her full breasts, her shorts riding up her thighs. I had sabotaged things between her and my son, spread lies that pushed her away. Now she was free, and the thought made my c**k hard in my pants.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my c**k. It was thick and throbbing already, veins pulsing as I wrapped my hand around it. I stroked slowly at first, staring at her photo. Her lips looked so soft, perfect for sucking my d**k. I imagined her on her knees in front of me, those big eyes looking up as she opened her mouth.

“Cam,” I muttered, my grip tightening. I pumped faster, picturing her tongue licking the head of my c**k, tasting the pre-c*m leaking out. She took me deep, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head. I groaned, my other hand squeezing my balls. In my mind, she was naked now, her p***y wet and ready for me.

I stood up, leaning over the desk, the photo right in front of me. My strokes got rougher, skin slapping against skin. I saw her bent over, ass up, begging me to f**k her.

“Please, f**k me hard,” she said in my fantasy, her voice breathy.

I thrust my hips forward, imagining sliding my c**k into her tight p***y, stretching her wide. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I jerked harder. Her breasts bounced in my thoughts, n*****s hard as I pinched them. I wanted to c*m inside her, fill her up until it dripped down her thighs.

“Cam, you’re mine now,” I whispered, my c**k swelling in my fist.

The pressure built low in my gut. I stroked the base, then up to the tip, twisting my hand. She moaned in my head, her p***y clenching around me as I pounded into her. I pictured her face twisted in pleasure, calling my name.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. My balls tightened, and I came hard, ropes of hot semen shooting onto the photo. It splattered across her smiling face, her breasts, marking her as mine.

“Cam!” I grunted, pumping every last drop out, my body shaking.

I collapsed back into the chair, breathing ragged, my c**k softening in my hand. The photo was ruined, sticky with my c*m, but it felt right. She was mine in my mind, and soon, maybe for real.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the memory. My phone buzzed in my hand, and I looked down to see a text from Lena. As always, it was a sexy picture with an invitation to her ever-open bed, but I was not in the mood for her. I had my eye on something much more precious to me.

I went down to the bar wanting to get a closer look when I saw a man hovering around her and her friend. He was not someone I knew personally, and that made him an even bigger threat.

I saw his hand on her waist before I even thought. The bastard leaned in, bold, thinking he could claim what was mine.

“Hey—” I growled, and before I realized it, my fist had slammed into his jaw.

He staggered back, and I hit him again. Hard. Twice. Three times. My anger didn’t care about finesse. All I could feel was the heat rising, the blood pounding in my ears.

“Stop! Stop!” Cameilla’s voice cut through the chaos. Her hands pressed against my chest as if she could hold me back.

“How dare you!” I roared, swinging again, my fists finding him wherever I could.

“I—Vaughan, please!” Her pleading only fueled me.

“You touch her again,” I hissed, voice low and dangerous, “and I’ll make sure you regret it.”

The man crumpled under my blows, groaning. I shoved him out of the way and didn’t even glance at him as I turned to Cameilla. She tried to speak, tried to protest, but her wide eyes, her racing chest, said everything.

I grabbed her arm, dragging her along the yacht, ignoring her protests.

“Vaughan, wait! Let me go!”

I didn’t stop. My jaw tensed as I pushed her further into the quieter part of the yacht. My grip tightened when she struggled. She was fire, she was reckless, she was delicious, and all I wanted was to claim what had always been mine. And one fool thought he had the right to do that.

Finally, I slammed her against the wall, my hands on either side of her. Her breath hitched, and I leaned in just slightly, not touching her lips, but close enough for her to feel the heat between us.

“I warned you,” I said, voice low and rough. “I told you not to do anything. And that includes touching another man.”

“I… I wasn’t—” she tried to defend herself, eyes flashing, but her voice trembled.

“You were close,” I said, leaning down just enough to catch the scent of her hair. I inhaled, slow, deliberate, letting it drive me wild. “Too close.”

Her hands pressed against my chest, trying to push me back. “You’re insane!”

“Am I?” I murmured, letting my lips brush against her neck, nibbling lightly. Her shiver made me growl.

Her eyes widened, lips parting, and she pressed against me as if she wanted more, wanted to challenge me. My teeth grazed her skin again, and I felt the heat coiling tighter inside me.

“Vaughan!” she gasped, trying to shove me away, but not forcefully enough.

I straightened, breathing hard, pushing her gently but firmly away from me. My hands lingered on her arms for a second too long before releasing her entirely.

“You should go to your assigned room,” I said, voice still low, controlled. “Immediately.”

She stared at me, wide-eyed, chest heaving, and then… she stomped away. Like a child denied candy. My chest tightened at the sight. Frustration, possessiveness, desire—all coiling inside me.

I watched her retreat, hips swaying, head high, pretending she wasn’t affected. I could smell her heat, her need.

I clenched my jaw, heart hammering. She would learn. Eventually, she’d understand. Every time she tried to resist, every time she teased, every time she thought she could challenge me… it only made me want her more.

And she would be mine.