Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

(Eli)

One second, I was standing in front of a man whose name I couldn’t remember. I just knew that he was the hottest man I’d ever seen so far. The next second, I was upside down over his shoulder. Still dizzy, I closed my eyes and grabbed onto something firm.

His ass.

“Vicious!” he growled.

I giggled and still didn’t let go. The last time I felt this lightheaded was when I was still in college although my friends started hiding beers from me the next day, saying that I was a bad drunk. Of course, I didn’t believe them. I pouted at the thought and bit Mr. Hot Guy’s ass through his pants. How come he smelled so good?

“Fuck.”

He blurted out a string of curses which didn’t bother me until I landed onto something soft and fluffy. I opened my eyes and realized it was a couch. My eyesight was blurry for a moment before I adjusted to the light coming from the crystal chandelier. I looked around, recognized the living room, and saw a man sitting a few steps away from me, frowning.

“Oh, I remember you now!” I grinned. “I must have drunk so much. You are starting to become tolerable in my eyes, Mr. Black.”

That was a lie. He was more than tolerable. He was sinfully gorgeous. Dazzling. A real-life alpha daddy. And then I remembered his age. My new friends told me a bit about the youngest lord of the council in their realm over buckets of fries, chicken wings, and unlimited supply of beers.

I didn’t even think I would gain friends in this place.

‘You’re genuine, Eli. And I like genuine people, Lizbeth answered when I asked her about it.

‘Even if I’m a human?’ I asked.

‘Are you going to stab me in the back like what your kind did?’

‘Nope. Never,’ I replied quickly.

She handed me a new bowl of chicken wings. ‘Somehow, my wolf believes you. And I trust my wolf’s instincts. She’s never

failed me before.’

We bonded over food and beer. Silver then started pointing at random men, informing me about their names, ages, and roles in the pack, until the conversation landed onto Creed.

“The girls told me things about you,” I said cheerfully.

He frowned. “What things?”

“Like the fact that you are an ancient powerful creature-”

“I bet you edited the information in your head. No one in this realm would use that word to describe me,” Creed answered, his gaze darkening, like there was a deadly storm coming my way. “Say ancient one more time, Vicious, I dare you.”

I should stop. I didn’t think age would trigger him this much. But my mouth could not be filtered. My naughty and stupid drunken self was actually having a blast seeing Creed like this. Dangerous. Dominant. And yes, hot too.

I

“Isn’t that true, though? I heard you turned a hundred and two years old last month. Admit it, Mr. Black. You are as ancient as a great grandpa-”

I paused when I realized that Creed was suddenly standing in front of me. It happened so fast that my average eyes didn’t see it. He sat on the coffee table just a few steps away from me and used his knees to part my legs. I was only wearing a plain white shirt and gray yoga pants. That’s why I could feel his body heat and it was making me sweat.

“You started this, Vicious. Remember that.”

And then he smacked me.

Right between my legs.

Making me scream. Making me shiver. Making me… wet.

Creed did it again and again, the filthy sound eroing in de four wallsonfat living room. By the fourth smack, I realized that I was no longer screaming… but moaning. Successfully unlocked! had never tried this before. I thought I would hate it, but Creed made me feel the opposite. With, an the tinys i thought I would despise became pleasurable beyond words.

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Chapter 20

By the fifth slap, I found myself holding onto his shoulders, teary-eyed, trembling from arousal, and very much needy. If I ask him to take me here and now, I knew I would get it so good. It would no doubt be the most unforgettable night of my life.

But that was a problem. I needed to say it first. Creed would make me ask. No, knowing him, he would make me beg for it.

And then without warning, he cupped my most sensitive flesh and squeezed me hard through the thin fabric of my pants.

“Black!” I moaned loudly, wantonly.

How could it feel like this? His touch was as lethal as every bit of him.

“Do you feel that, Vicious?” He pressed the heel of his palm against my throbbing flesh, and I almost lost it. I had to bite my lower lip because if I didn’t, I knew I would do it. I knew he would finally hear me beg for more. “A grandpa can’t pleasure you the way I do. Call me that one more time and I will take it as a sign that you want me to fuck you raw and hard. Do you understand?”

Unable to form another word, I could only nod helplessly.

“I want to hear you say it, Vicious.”

“Y-yes, I u-understand.”

I couldn’t believe I was stammering.

A satisfied smile crossed his devastatingly handsome face. How could a man look like an angel and have a side as wicked and dark as a devil?

“Now say my name.”

“B-Black.”

Creed pressed his palm harder against my clit. I shut my eyes for a few seconds as my breathing became erratic.

He nipped at my throat. “Try again.”

“C-Creed.”

He rewarded me with a glorious smile. He then caressed my most sensitive flesh as if he was massaging it, as if he was easing the sting from earlier although we both knew I didn’t need that. I needed something else.

“Good girl. Had I known this is all I needed to do to make you behave, I should have done this from the start.”

“T-this is only because I’m drunk,” I said between gritting my teeth.

“Is that so? Is that the reason why you are grinding yourself against my hand, Elianna?”

“Y-yes.”

I needed to come. If I don’t, I might go crazy. Based on the mysterious glimmer in his eyes, he knew it too. I had never been this desperate for a release until tonight. Until Creed Black.

“Then why don’t we test it again tomorrow?” Just when I thought he would finish what he started, he released me, and stood up. “Good night for now, Vicious.”

My lips parted when Creed just walked away mercilessly.

Leaving me wanting and dripping desperately.

Because this was his real punishment for me.

Damn him.

I kicked the coffee table and heard him laugh. “Damn you, Black!”

He just chuckled and waved his hand without turning to face me, “Sweet dreams to you too, Vicious.”

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