Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy novel Chapter 197

I had been rehearsing what I wanted to say for the last twenty minutes. Something steady and unshakable. But the second I stepped into the observation chamber and saw her leaning against the bars, every line I’d planned fell flat. She looked up at me slowly, her smile smooth and staged, lips parted like she wanted me to remember the way they used to taste.

“Hey, stranger,” she said, voice thick with false sweetness.

The tilt of her head and the practiced softness in her eyes made it obvious, she was trying to get under my skin, because she thought she still could.

I didn’t move or speak. I let the silence stretch long enough to feel it, steadying myself with the reminder that this wasn’t her.

“You can’t keep me in here forever.”

“I don’t need forever, just long enough to get you back.”

She slid her fingers along the bars in a slow, deliberate motion. Her blouse slipped slightly off one shoulder.

Every detail of her posture was calculated. She wasn’t trying to connect with me. She was baiting me.

“You sure about that?” Her voice dropped. “Because it looks like you’re the one unraveling. I’m doing fine. But you? You look awful. You haven’t slept, have you?”

She stepped closer, letting the ward hum against her skin,eyes locked on mine. Her pupils were wide, and she knew exactly how that would land. “I miss your hands,” she whispered. “The way you used to slam me into the wall and hold me there, growling in my ear like you wanted everyone to hear.”

My hands curled into fists before I could stop them.

She dragged one hand down to her waistband and slipped it beneath the fabric. Her breath caught on purpose. “You used to torment me. Just two fingers through the fabric until I couldn’t breathe. Then you’d stop and wait until ! begged. You made me say please again and again. You liked the sound of it.”

Her eyes didn’t waver. “Touch me. Just this once. I want to come with your name in my mouth. I want your scent on me. I want to feel your fingers again.”

I should have lett.

Instead, I stepped forward and knelt. She dropped to her knees in front of me, mirroring the movement without hesitation.

“You want this?”

She nodded quickly, breathing shallow and quick. “Rub me through my clothes until I forget how to speak. Make me remember I belong to you.”

I reached through the narrow gap in the ward and pressed my hand between her legs. She was soaked and hotthrough the fabric. My throat tightened.

She gasped and pressed into my hand, gripping the bars with both fists. I kept my fingers slow. Her hips followed the rhythm like she was made for it. My cock throbbed, hard and unrelenting. Her scent flooded the space between us, sharp and distracting. I didn’t stop.

Then she said it.

“Let me suck your cock. Please. Just for a second. Through the bars. Let me taste you. I want your hand in my hair again, your voice in my ear.”

Her hand slipped through the bars, brushing my thigh and sliding upward.

I froze. Her breath was on my skin. Her body still rocked into my hand. The memory of her on her knees, eyes wide, mouth full, it hit hard. Too hard.

I pulled back like I’d been burned.

My palm was wet, and my cock still ached. I wiped my hand against my thigh with more force than necessary.

“I’m not letting my dick anywhere near your fangs.”

The change was immediate. Her expression shifted from desire to something colder.

“Of course not,” she said with a shrug. “I was going to bite it off anyway. But you were close. Don’t pretend you weren’t.”

I didn’t answer. I just stared at the wet spot on her pants and flexed my fingers until the shaking stopped.

She stood and smoothed her clothes, posture calm and unaffected.

“You’re so easy, Richard. Always have been. You put me in a cage, and you still can’t keep your hands off me. You missed it, didn’t you? The begging. The mess. You missed what l am when I want you.”

I reached into my coat and pulled out the ring box. Simon had told me she wouldn’t remember this conversation.

Not the details. Not the meaning. He said it was filtered before it sank in. That I could talk like she was already gone.

I knelt again and set the box just outside the ward line.

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