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070 — Bad Bitch
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2026-01-18 08:31:43
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Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend. 094 — Loose Ends
Julian’s POVThe office felt smaller tonight. The dim lamp in the corner threw long shadows across the my office. The whiskey glass sat heavy in my palm, cold against my skin, but the burn going down was the only thing that still felt alive. I took another swallow—slow this time. Liquid fire scraped my throat raw, settled hot in my stomach like a second heartbeat.James stood beside my armchair, folded his arms tight across his chest. He hadn’t sat down once. Just watched me like I might explode any second.“Something’s definitely off,” he said quietly, his voice low like he was afraid the walls might hear.I didn’t answer right away. I just stared into the amber swirl inside the glass. Took another pull. The burn felt good and familiar.He shifted his weight. “The timing… it’s too damn perfect, man. Like someone knew your plan the whole time.”My fingers tightened around the glass. Crystal creaked under the pressure. My knuckles still raw from the wall last night—my open skin still s
Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend. 093 — After
Ava’s POVHe stood over me. Tall. Breathing heavy. His chest rose and fell fast. Sweat glistened on his skin under the low lamp light. As he stripped down, his cock stood thick and hard—veins pulsed dark along the shaft. The cap flushed deep red. Wet. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, caught the light.He climbed onto the bed. The bed dipped deep under his weight. He sank his knees into the sheets on both sides of my hips. Heat rolled off him—thick, and musky. His shadow covered me completely.He came down slow. His bare chest brushed my breasts first—hot, damp skin against mine. My nipples dragged across his chest hair. Tingled sharp. Then his mouth found mine. Hard. Loud. Wet as our lips crushed. Tongue pushed in deep—hot, and demanding. Tasted salt, sweat, champagne, and his blood. His teeth grazed my bottom lip. Sucked hard. I moaned into his mouth—soft, broken sound swallowed by the kiss.He moved lower as he dragged his lips down my neck—hot, open-mouthed. His teeth scraped smy skin a
Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend. 092 — Heat
Ava’s POVHis heat crashed over me from behind—thick, and suffocating, like standing too close to an open flame. His breath grazed my neck in short, uneven bursts. Hot and fast as my skin prickled. My hairs stood on end. Every nerve screamed awake.His fingers found the zipper. He dragged it down my spine—slow, and deliberate. The metal teeth parted with a soft, rasping hiss that echoed in my ears. Cool air rushed in—sharp, biting contrast to the fever flooding my skin. My dress loosened. Slid off shoulders. It pooled at my feet in a quiet whisper of silk. Only black bra and panties remained on my body. My nipples were still soft instantly under lace—tight, aching peaks.I didn’t turn. I didn’t speak either.He stayed right there. His chest hovering inches from my back. I felt every rise and fall of his breathing—deep, ragged, almost desperate. Heat rolled off him in waves. Sweat already dampened his skin. I smelled it—salt, musk, and a thin edge of blood from earlier.Then his finger
Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend. 091 — Silence
Ava’s POVWe stepped into the bedroom. Door clicked shut behind us—sharp, final, like a lock snapping into place. The sound echoed in my ears, louder than it should have been. The room felt smaller and the air felt thicker. Heavy with everything unsaid.Leon walked straight to the closet. His face carved from stone. Jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped under his skin. His eyes dark. Distant. No words. Not one syllable. Not even my name.He yanked off his jacket. Dropped it on the chair like it burned his fingers. His shoulders stayed locked rigid. His muscles bunched hard under his shirt. His knuckles were still red from the fight. Swollen. Small cut on one finger oozed slow—fresh blood beading dark, glistening under the bedroom light.I stood near the bed. My hands ice-cold, twisting my fingers together until my nails dug deep into palms. My stomach knotted so tight it hurt to breathe—sharp cramp low in my belly. My throat closed. Hot and burning. I watched him unbuttoned his cuf
Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend. 090 — Cornered
Julian’s POVI shoved through the heavy doors. Night air slammed into my face—cold, and sharp, stabbing deep into my lungs like broken glass. Lights burned everywhere—gold pouring from the building windows, white beams from waiting limos cutting the dark, and red taillights streaking across black pavement. But the noise died fast. Voices dropped to low murmurs. Footsteps softened on stone. The crowd thinned to shadows. Left me alone with the rage clawing up my throat.I walked fast to the corner. Dark and hidden. No eyes. No cameras. Wall rough and cold against my palms, concrete biting into skin.I let it out.I crashed my fist in the wall. Knuckles exploded open on impact. Hot, tearing pain shot up my arm—sharp, and blinding, like bone splintering under skin. Blood welled fast. Thick and warm as some droplets fell onto the ground.I slammed again. Harder. My skin tore wider as my flesh peeled back. Pain burned brighter, fiercer—hot fire racing up nerves. Good. It matched the furnac
Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend. 089 — Hammer Down
Leon’s POVHale’s voice cracked like dry thunder through the mic, slicing the low murmur of strings and crystal clinks from the guests. “V.”The single bold letter scorched white-hot on the massive screen, searing my eyes after the soft flicker of candlelight. The glow pulsed once, bright enough to make my pupils snap tight.I flicked my gaze to Julian. Quick and jagged.For one raw heartbeat I thanked that fool’s hollow skull. He buried the full name. Veyron Corps still stayed swallowed in shadow. Unspoken.I eased back into the chair. The leather sighed under me, warm from my body heat. Shoulders dropped heavy, muscles unclenching one by one like ropes slowly cut. My breath slid out long and ragged, tasting of stale champagne. The iron clamp around my gut loosened—just enough. Air tasted cooler now, sliding down my throat without scraping.Hale grinned too wide, flashing his teeth under the spotlights, almost blinding. “We’ll open the bid at five hundred billion dollars.”My secret.
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