Claimed By A Criminal

CHAPTER 3

Dawson had been behaving strangely lately, a departure from his usual demeanour. It wasn't that he was mistreating Emilia; in fact, quite the opposite.

One evening, Emilia stood at the threshold of Dawson's bedroom and called out, " Dad! "

"Yes, baby? "Dawson replied, his glass of wine swirling in one hand while he flipped through LED channels with the other.

Dawson had brought new items into the house and for himself. He acted as if he had won the lottery. " Emilia, do you want anything? " he asked, his smile radiating excitement. " Look at how well this LED is working! " he exclaimed, his joy resembling a medal winner's.

Emilia was taken aback by her father's abrupt transformation. This was entirely out of character for him. " What's all this, Dad? " she asked, her confusion evident.

Cautiously, Emilia added, " Where did you get the money? " She regretted asking as soon as the words left her lips when Dawson's gaze turned stern.

"Emilia." In a calm tone, Dawson responded. Emilia nervously bit her lip and replied, "Yes, Dad? "

" Don't worry, baby," Dawson reassured her. "We're going to be very rich soon." Dawson's words were showing some kind of suspicion. Emilia attempted to argue, but Dawson interrupted her. " Enough, Emilia. Do you need anything? I have to watch my favourite show starting in two minutes." Unable to meet her father's eyes, Emilia spoke softly, her gaze fixed on the floor, " Dad, tomorrow is Harry's birthday. Angella has planned a surprise for him, and she wants me to help. Can I go out with them? " After a few moments of contemplation, Dawson finally agreed, "Okay, you can go, but I won't allow you to stay overnight. You should be home soon after the birthday party ends."Emilia smiled at her father, relieved by his sudden change in attitude. She had always loved him, regardless of how he had treated her. She went to her room, excited about Harry's surprise birthday party, and drifted into a peaceful sleep, clutching her teddy bear tightly.

Little did she know that an event was on the horizon that would forever alter her life.

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Shane sat on an upholstered leather chaise longue, strategically placed on the balcony, offering breathtaking views of the mansion and its surroundings. He always found solace in this spot. Shirtless, clad solely in casual trousers, he was wholly absorbed in his work. The gravity etched onto his face only heightened his enchanting allure.

As he worked on his laptop, Shane sensed someone behind him. A melodious, feminine voice broke the silence.

" Master................," she said.

Shane's dark sky-blue eyes peered up from his laptop, locking onto the unexpected intruder. His gaze was piercing, questioning her presence.

The girl before him wore a short, see-through white shirt that left little to the imagination, revealing her bra and ample cleavage. Her black mini-skirt barely covered her thighs.

" My name is Holly, Master.........," she purred, ensuring her full, luscious lips were on full display.

" Jorge has appointed me to take care of your needs and your routine while he's away................," Holly continued, her voice dripping with allure. Jorge, Shane knew, had gone to visit his ailing daughter, and he'd be away for several days.

" Okay..................." Shane's reply was curt and cold.

Holly, sensing his intense gaze upon her, asked, " Do you need anything, Master? "

" Bring me a glass of water...............," Shane ordered, extinguishing his cigar and placing it in the holder on the table beside the chaise longue.

As Holly turned to fetch the water, Shane's eyes hungrily traced every curve of her body. He watched the sensual sway of her hips as she walked, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. The devil inside him was ready to pounce.

Holly returned with a tray, on which a glass of water glistened. Placing it on the table, she approached Shane, who was now standing by the balcony railing, his bare back turned to her.

Holly laid her hand gently on Shane's shoulder and began, " Master— "

Before she could finish, Shane swiftly turned around, pinning her against the balcony wall. Her ample bosom pressed against his firm chest, their legs intertwined.

Shane wasted no time, securing both of Holly's hands behind her back with one hand and deftly unbuttoning her shirt with the other.

Holly's breath quickened, and she began to grind her body against the bulge in his pants.

Shane groaned, yanking her skirt down and delivering a sharp slap to her exposed buttocks.

Undeterred, Holly continued to grind against him, making the bulge in his pants grow harder.

Her skirt fell to her knees, baring her desire.

As the devil prepared to seize his prey, their intimate encounter was abruptly interrupted by an unexpected voice.

" Boss! " Daniel burst into the room, shocked to find Shane with a nearly naked girl on the balcony.