Claimed by My Ex Chapter 28 I’m on my period

Chapter 28: Chapter 28 I’m on my period.

Victoria’s POV:

Why was he suddenly asking about my work? Did he know sothing?

No, that was impossible.

"Just ordinary work," I answered cautiously, watching Damian’s expression for any hint that he knew more.

"Is that so?" His voice was velvet-smooth, dangerous. "If it’s just ordinary work, why not quit? I can offer you better options."

"No, thank you," I imdiately refused. "I’m quite satisfied with my current position."

Thankfully, he didn’t press further.

But the next second, he embraced .

"We haven’t made love in days. I’ve missed you, missed you to the point of madness, Victoria," his voice was so low it was almost a growl, his teeth lightly grazing my earlobe. "Do you know? Every ti I see you, I want to claim you as mine."

Nora howled fiercely within , almost ready to break through my skin.

Arthur responded to her call, and I could feel the primal desire between them.

When Damian’s lips t mine, it wasn’t gentle. It was conquest, a declaration of ownership.

He bit my lower lip, his tongue dominantly exploring, tasting every corner of my mouth.

My body betrayed my reason, lting under his control, every inch of skin craving his touch.

"You saved

just for this?" I asked breathlessly, my heart pounding violently in my chest. "This is the reward you want?"

"Fuck, little thing," he murmured against my lips, his voice hoarse, "I don’t need any excuse to have you." His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling gently, forcing

to tilt my head back, exposing my neck. "I know you’re wet. Every ti I get close to you, you get wet."

I trembled in his arms, unable to deny his words.

Without emotions involved, I couldn’t resist.

His hand slipped under my shirt, his rough fingertips igniting fires on my smooth skin, each touch raising my body temperature several degrees. I could feel his hard erection pressing against my thigh through his pants, proclaiming his desire for .

I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, only the most primal desire remained. I adjusted my position to straddle his thigh, the luxury seat’s space sowhat cramped for us, but I didn’t care at all in this mont.

His fingers unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my lace bra and heaving chest.

"Damn perfect," he praised, his lips kissing down along my collarbone. "You’re mine, Victoria. Only mine."

His fingers moved to my waist, unbuttoning my pants, pulling down the zipper. I moaned, craving his touch, craving release.

Just as his fingers were about to slip into my most secret place, a familiar cramping pain made

freeze.

"Wait," I said breathlessly, suddenly realizing what was happening. "Damn... I can’t..."

Damian imdiately stopped, concern flashing in his eyes. "What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?"

I felt an embarrassed heat rush to my cheeks. "No... I... I’m on my period."

Damian’s expression shifted from confusion to understanding, then he did the most unexpected thing—he laughed, that low, sexy laugh that made my heart skip a beat.

"You think that would make

back down?" He nibbled my jaw, "Little she-wolf, this just ans we need to change tactics."

"Then we can play sothing else," he said, pulling my hand to his bulging crotch, "I know what that pretty little mouth of yours can do."

I felt blood rush to my cheeks, but I didn’t retreat.

Instead, I was sowhat excited.

Oh God, I was going crazy.

I slowly unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper.

He lifted his hips to let

pull down both his pants and underwear, his mber springing free, hard and hot.

"Look what you do to ," he said, one hand caressing my cheek, "Now take it in."

I leaned down, the scent exclusive to my mate hitting

intensely.

I couldn’t resist.

If it weren’t for my period,

I would definitely be sitting on him right now, moving wildly.

I first gripped him with my hand, feeling that weight and heat.

He let out a satisfied sigh, his fingers tangling in my blonde hair. I first lightly licked the tip, then slowly took him into my mouth.

"Yes, just like that," he growled, his voice tight, "Take it deeper, oh, damn, that feels so good."

His words should have offended , but sohow, I was even more aroused now.

I tried to swallow deeper, one hand soothing the part I couldn’t take in, the other gently massaging his sac.

"Fuck," he cursed, his fingers gripping my hair tighter, "Your mouth is fucking amazing."

I sucked more eagerly, using my tongue to trace the contours of the veins, enjoying his every moan and shiver.

"Just like that," he panted, his hips slightly thrusting upward, "I’m going to co in your mouth!"

I humd in response, feeling his body growing more and more tense. When he finally released, he gripped my hair tightly, holding

in place, ensuring I received all of him.

When it was over and I straightened up, a flash of emotion I couldn’t read crossed his eyes.

He pulled

over and gave

a deep kiss, not caring at all that his taste still lingered in my mouth.

"Next ti," he said against my lips, "next ti I’ll make you scream until you lose your voice."

After entering the ho, I casually draped Damian’s jacket over the sofa without much thought.

"Grace!" I called from the bathroom.

"Victoria! Over here!" Grace’s cheerful voice echoed through the ho.

"Grace, my period just started. Do you have any pads?" I asked, embarrassed but desperate.

"Of course! Hold on," she imdiately replied.

Within monts, Grace ca to the bathroom door with what I needed, along with clean pants. My wolf Nora whimpered inside , always hating the discomfort of these few days each month.

After changing clothes, I erged from the bathroom with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Grace."

"What are best friends for?" she waved dismissively, then her eyes narrowed curiously as she nodded toward the jacket. "Whose jacket is that? Tell

everything that happened after you left the racetrack."

Before I could even open my mouth, Grace was already constructing her own narrative: "You went to the police station, right? Did Damian follow you there? Did you suddenly realize how incredibly sexy he is? Did you two sneak off for so excitent, then your period started, so he gave you his jacket and drove you ho?"

I couldn’t help but press my fingers to my temples. "You should write novels instead of designing clothes."

"If I ever retire from design, I might," she grinned. "Co on, that’s Damian Sterling’s jacket, isn’t it?"

"Yes," I sighed in admission.

I gave Grace a condensed version of what actually happened.

The danger at the police station, how Damian unexpectedly appeared and helped

escape a potentially dangerous situation.

As for the flirting in the car, I didn’t ntion that.

Grace’s eyes glead with suspicion. "I think there’s sothing going on here. Or more specifically, I think Damian is interested in you."

"That’s impossible!" I imdiately protested.

"Then why would he risk his safety to save you?" Grace reasoned. "You know, that situation could have been dangerous for him too."

I shook my head firmly. "I think he probably just sees

as a useful tool to irritate Ethan. He showed up at the police station just to make Ethan look bad. Do you really think soone like Damian Sterling would pass up such a perfect opportunity to annoy his half-brother?"

Every ti Damian had appeared in my life recently, Ethan was sohow involved.

In any case, I didn’t believe he liked .

Of course, aside from being wealthy, Damian might also want to sleep with .

Grace looked unconvinced. "I don’t know... going to such lengths just to annoy Ethan seems excessive, even for sibling rivalry."

"Whatever his reasons," I said, suddenly feeling my nstrual cramps intensifying, "I need to lie down for a while."

"Go ahead," Grace waved

away. "Get so rest."

I picked up my phone, then hesitated and also grabbed Damian’s jacket.

Once in my bedroom, I collapsed on the bed to check my phone. A ssage from an unknown number imdiately caught my attention:

"Don’t forget to wash my jacket clean before returning it, little wolf."

My heart skipped a beat, and Nora stirred restlessly inside . Even through text, I could almost hear Damian Sterling’s smooth, mocking voice. How had he gotten my number?