Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover
ADRIAN'S POV
My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged.
One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness.
I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation.
"I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us."
He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time."
Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me.
Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t.
It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.
Basahin
Chapter: Epilogue: Raines-Dickins FamilyADRIAN'S POVThe clock on the wall glowed 2:03 a.m. in the dim light. I stirred awake to a familiar, dreadful-yet-endearing sound — a chorus of crying that could probably wake the entire penthouse floor.Beside me, Damien groaned, dragging a pillow over his head.“Oh no,” he muttered into the mattress, his voice muffled. “Please tell me that’s just a dream.”I snorted softly. “Unless your dreams include five very loud, very hungry children, I’m afraid not.”He peeked out from under the pillow, one bleary eye open. “Which ones are it this time?”I strained my ears. “Sounds like Selene… and possibly Cassius. No, wait—” another wail joined in “—definitely Cade. So that’s three out of five.”“Only three,” Damien sighed dramatically. “Progress.”I swung my legs out of bed, rubbing my eyes. “Come on, partner-in-parenthood. Let’s divide and conquer before they summon the other two.”He rolled onto his back, glaring at the ceiling. “I’m beginning to suspect the phrase ‘we have so much love to
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-01
Chapter: Chapter 176: Kids?DAMIEN'S POVI stared at the man sleeping beside me, the soft morning light just beginning to paint streaks across the penthouse bedroom. Adrian was deep in slumber; his breathing was soft, slow, steady. He looked utterly peaceful, probably exhausted, and I knew exactly why.The bedside table was a silent witness to the night’s events: a scattering of metal handcuffs, the black silk blindfold crumpled carelessly next to a single white feather. It had been intense.A familiar knot tightened in my gut. This felt less like something I shared with my husband and more like a ghost of my past life, the one filled with casual, sometimes harsh, encounters with strangers. That life was supposed to be buried the moment I committed to Adrian. Those past relationships were one-night things; this was forever.I had been so reluctant to revisit that part of myself, especially with him. Adrian was everything that was steady and good. But he was also the one who pushed for it.“I want to see all of y
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-01
Chapter: Chapter 175: Damn Dom III (R18+)ADRIAN'S POVMy pulse thrums in my throat as I lie on the soft sheets, my wrists bound tightly overhead with Damien’s black rope, the fibers biting just enough to remind me I’m his. The rough texture digs into my skin, but I don’t flinch. I want the bite. I need it.Damien stands before me, his broad frame silhouetted against the low light, his presence alone enough to make my cock twitch. I see the way his knuckles whiten, the way his jaw tenses just slightly. He’s holding back. Always fucking holding back.“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a rough purr that slides down my spine like a blade. “On your back like the good little boy you are.” His words should humiliate me. They should make me bristle. Instead, my breath hitches, my chest rising and falling faster as heat pools low in my gut. I lick my lips, my mouth already watering for him. “I’ve missed this,” I admit, my voice rough. “Missed you like this.”Damien exhales sharply through his nose, a sound that’s almost a laugh, bu
Huling Na-update: 2025-10-31
Chapter: Chapter 174: Damn Dom II (R18+)DAMIEN'S POVI trace the outline of his body with my gaze, memorizing the way his muscles tense and release, the way his nipples pebble tighter when I exhale slowly, my breath ghosting over his collarbone.Then I reach for the ice cube sitting in the whiskey glass on the nightstand. The cold bites my fingers as I drag it down his sternum, following the trail of dark hair that leads to his cock.Adrian screams... a high, broken sound... as the ice hits his heated skin, his back bowing off the bed. “Fuck—Damieen, ah, Sir—” His voice cracks, his bound hands clenching into fists. I don’t stop.I circle his nipple with the melting ice, watching it bead up even tighter, the cold making it ache. Then I replace the ice with my mouth, my tongue hot and wet, lapping at the stiff peak before I bite down—just hard enough to make him gasp.“Such a responsive little sub,” I growl, my free hand sliding down to wrap around his cock. He’s burning up, his skin flushed, his pre-cum slicking my palm as
Huling Na-update: 2025-10-30
Chapter: Chapter 173: Damn Dom I (R18+)DAMIEN'S POVThe cool wood of the door pressed against Adrian’s back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my pinning body. My whispered promise, laced with a predatory edge, hung in the air between us, thick with anticipation. “We are not going to use any of those twenty boxes of condoms tonight, Adrian.”His breath hitched, a soft, involuntary sound, a blush, delicate as rose petals, bloomed across his cheeks, a testament to the effect I had on him. It was a thrill to feel the responsive thrum of his body against mine, a mirrored echo of the desire churning within me.“We’re going to savor this,” I murmured, my voice a low growl against his ear. “Consider it an extension of our honeymoon phase, my love.”Adrian’s eyes, wide and luminous in the dim hallway light, met mine. A ghost of a smile played on his lips as he asked, feigning innocence, “Again?”“Every night,” I promised, the words a vow as much as a threat. “Every night will be like our wedding night. You’ll get used t
Huling Na-update: 2025-10-30
Chapter: Chapter 172: POSSESSIVENESSADRIAN'S POVThe moment we stepped out of the drug store, I could still feel the heat creeping up my neck. Damien’s shameless antics were nothing new, but the way he’d practically announced our sex life to that poor staff member was next-level audacious. Even now, as we walked back to the car, his fingers tangled possessively with mine, I could see the smugness radiating off him."You’re insufferable," I muttered, though there was no real bite to it. "You enjoy making people uncomfortable, don’t you?"Damien chuckled, the deep rumble of it vibrating against my side as he pulled me closer. "Only when it involves you," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "Besides, you love it when I remind everyone who you belong to."I rolled my eyes but didn’t deny it. There was something undeniably thrilling about Damien’s possessiveness—the way his voice dropped into that warning growl whenever someone so much as looked at me wrong. It was primal, intoxicating. And, okay, maybe a little arousing.
Huling Na-update: 2025-10-29
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession
Tristan Hayes' life took a sharp turn, one moment he was on the cusp of his dream then suddenly found himself drowning. Trauma surgeon residency was brutal enough; losing his scholarship was a knockout blow.
Desperate, he swallowed his pride and became "Titan" at Club Inferno. Six months, and he was their star, his body a commodity. Tonight was his last dance – he was booked for a bachelorette party for a bride-to-be linked to the Mafia family. He remembered the haze of perfume, the clamor, the hands pulling him closer and the willing mouths tasting him. He remembered the bride, her eyes wide, her laughter turning into moans and gasps. He entertained the women, the night ending with the bride's face covered in his thick sticky seed.
After this night, he wanted to close this chapter of his life. He wanted to forget it all. He should have.
Tristan awoke in a cold, unfamiliar room, the fear paralyzing. Now, bound and gagged in a concrete cell, the memory was a burning brand. He learned why they called Giovanni Sokolov "The Siberian Winter."
Giovanni, a face carved from granite, stood before him. "My bride," Giovanni’s voice was a low growl, "You entertained my fiancée, She died a week ago, trying to run away with a man. Your seed was the catalyst. You helped her betray me."
Giovanni leaned closer, his eyes devoid of warmth. "She was running away, Dr. Hayes. You helped her crave forbidden fruit. You opened the door to betrayal." He smiled, a cruel, predatory expression. "Now, you will pay the price of her betrayal. You will take her place... as my companion in bed... my slave and my plaything. Don't worry I'll make you'll enjoy every second of it."
Basahin
Chapter: CHAPTER 158: THE FIRST NIGHT OF FOREVERGIOVANNI'S POVThe moment my lips met Tristan’s, the world ceased to exist.It wasn’t a kiss so much as a rupture—a breaking open of the man I had been and the man I had become. Every shard of restraint I had honed across decades splintered beneath the soft, desperate sound Tristan made into my mouth. I pulled him closer, tasting tears and triumph, tasting him, tasting the promise he had just made before an entire world that once feared my touch.When I finally tore myself away... because my lungs insisted, not because I wished to... Tristan’s lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed, his eyes shining with tears and something far softer.I rested my forehead against his, breathing him in.“My husband,” he whispered.A rare thing happened then—my heart stumbled. He was mine. Truly, irrevocably mine. “Come,” I murmured, brushing my thumb along his lower lip. “We have a reception to attend.”He laughed, shaky and breathless. “We’re going to be late.”“They can wait,” I said. “I just married
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-26
Chapter: CHAPTER 157: LIFETIME TO BEGINTRISTAN'S POVThe air in the Grand Hall was thick enough to drown in. Giovanni’s vow had been a blade... beautiful, devastating, sharpened by devotion and darkness, and I was still reeling from its weight, from its sincerity, from the frightening, breathtaking intensity behind every word he’d spoken.He looked at me as though he was trying to memorize my soul.No one had ever looked at me that way.No one should.My vision blurred again with fresh tears, and I blinked hard, desperate to hold myself together long enough to form words of my own. Giovanni’s thumb brushed over my knuckles, slow and grounding. I forced air into my lungs.The officiant cleared his throat, visibly undone by the moment.“And now… Tristan,” he said softly, “your vows. Whenever you’re ready.”Giovanni leaned in. “You can take all the time you need,” he murmured, voice rough with emotion. “There is no hurry—not for this.”“I know,” I whispered back, though my voice shook. “I’m… I’m alright.”Anastasia, standing
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Chapter: CHAPTER 156: DARKEST WEDDING VOWGIOVANNI'S POVMy world had always been a meticulously crafted cage of shadows, a realm where every flicker of light was either extinguished or bent to my will. Yet, as the massive, intricately carved doors of the Grand Hall swung open, revealing the ethereal vision within, I felt a tremor that shook the foundations of my carefully constructed existence. He was there. Tristan.My breath hitched, a sharp intake of air that burned in my lungs. He stood at the threshold, bathed in the soft, golden glow of a thousand chandeliers, a beacon of pure, unwavering light. He was immaculate, devastatingly so, in an all-white suit that seemed to shimmer with an inner luminescence.Every detail, from the crisp lines of the fabric to the way his hair was styled, spoke of a refined elegance that was uniquely his. He was indeed the white spot on the darkness of my world, a stark, luminous contrast to the black abyss I inhabited. My eyes, accustomed to discerning imperfections, found none in him. He wa
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-24
Chapter: CHAPTER 155: WEDDING?TRISTAN'S POVAn insistent, annoying tapping dragged me from the depths of a much-needed dream. I buried my face deeper into the pillow, a soft groan escaping my lips. The heavy blackout curtains usually ensured I slept until at least noon, a privilege I’d come to appreciate in the suffocating opulence of Giovanni’s estate. But this morning, something was different. The tapping intensified, accompanied by a low, urgent whisper.“Tristan. Wake up, little bird. We haven’t got all day.”My eyes, still glued shut, recognized the voice immediately. Anastasia. What in the world did she want at... I squinted at the faint light filtering around the curtains. It couldn’t be later than six, maybe seven. This was an ungodly hour.“Go away, Anastasia,” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. “Five more minutes.”Instead of retreating, I felt a hand gently but firmly shake my shoulder. “Absolutely not. Rise and shine, future… well, just rise and shine.” Her tone was unusually bright, almost giddy, w
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-22
Chapter: CHAPTER 154: MY IMPOSSIBLE TRISTANGIOVANNA POVThe light of dawn, which had once felt like a promise of bloody retribution, now filtered in, softening the edges of the room where Tristan had stood victorious.My impossible Tristan.He was right there, alive, breathing, annoyingly clever, and the sheer relief that still coursed through me made my hands tremble. I pulled him closer, inhaling the scent of him, the faint traces of cologne mixed with something uniquely Tristan – resilience and an almost shocking sweetness.“Alright,” I finally murmured, stepping back, though my hand lingered on his arm. “Let’s get this mess cleaned up.”The ‘mess’ wasn’t just the cowering assassin bound on the floor, but the entire, bloody saga that had brought us to this point. Vlad Kuznetsov. He was dead. Truly, irrevocably gone. He lay in the lower chambers, a silent testament to the end of an era, an end that had left scars on my soul but also, unexpectedly, paved the way for something new.Dmitri had arrived shortly after, his usual c
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-21
Chapter: CHAPTER 153: OUTWITTEDTRISTAN'S POV I woke to silence.mNot the soft, early-morning quiet I was used to... the kind that made Giovanni’s chest feel safe beneath me, but a wrong, heavy silence. The sheets were cool beside me. He was gone. My stomach tightened. I knew where he was—down in the dungeon, consumed by his revenge, his focus elsewhere. That meant I was alone. Defenseless. A soft click. The bedroom door—locked before—was now ajar. A shadow crept in. Someone was inside. I froze. My breathing slowed. Whoever it was thought I was asleep. Perfect. That gave me time. My hand slid beneath the pillow, closing around the only thing I’d kept hidden there: a metal pen. Not just any pen. Giovanni’s. Sleek, heavy, reinforced. He’d called it a “tool for signing things.” I kept it more as a comfort, a little piece of him when he wasn’t around. Now it would be my weapon. Footsteps approached. Quiet. Too deliberate for a guard. “Pretty thing,” a voice hissed. “You won’t feel a thing. Orders are orders.” “Or
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-18
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