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Payback on His Twin Bed please don't let her touch you
** **Yasmeen’s POV** “It’s picnic time!” Liora’s scream echoed through the hallway as she ran past the door, the sound bright and relentless. I stepped out, still half-asleep and irritated, the weight of the morning argument still sitting heavy under my ribs. “What do you mean by that?” “Uncle Lucas said we’re going to the beach this evening. All of us. Beatrice is already cooking!” She did not wait for my reply. She spun around and raced toward the stairs, already listing the things she wanted to bring. I closed my eyes for a second, then walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Under the warm water I kept seeing Liam’s face from that morning — the way his expression had closed after my words, the quiet, sharp hurt that had settled in his eyes before the smirk returned. For the first time I had read real pain there, and the knowledge of it followed me even as I washed. I scoffed at myself, finished under the spray, and dressed in just a short gown..... I sta
Payback on His Twin Bed I hateeee you
****Yasmeen’s POV**“You are just a baby…” I whispered.Liam raised his head slightly from where it rested against my chest. His eyes were half-open in the dim light, the usual sharp focus softened by something closer to vulnerability.“I thought you were asleep,” I said softly.He did not answer. The quiet between us stretched, filled only by the faint sounds of the house settling around us. Beatrice’s words from days earlier returned without warning — how he do pretend to sleep, how the paralysis terrifies him as a kid, how he woke gasping or with blood from his nose, how he held onto a necklace just to feel some control when his body refused to move. The image of him alone in the dark, fighting for breath, had stayed with me longer than I wanted to admit.“You hate sleeping,” I murmured.My fingers moved slowly through his hair, tracing the short strands at the back of his neck in steady, careful motions.“Just hold me… and you will feel safe.”For a moment he stayed still, as if
Payback on His Twin Bed In between her breast
****Liam’s POV**My phone vibrated against the nightstand.I picked it up and stared at the screen. A message from Yasmeen.**Can I spend a night with you…**I smirked, then bit my lower lip, the words settling deeper than a simple request should have. **Yes baby…**I typed the reply slowly, letting the two words sit on the screen for a second before I added another line.**Be careful. Don’t get caught.**I locked the phone and set it down, still smiling in the dark. The thought settled in my chest with quiet, almost dangerous satisfaction. I was not scared of getting caught. In fact, part of me wanted the moment Lucas finally understood that the wife he treated like a perfect accessory — the woman who wrote books about forever and stood on stages talking about emotional connection — had already been taken from him in every way that mattered.I leaned back against the headboard smiling sheepishly.---**Yasmeen’s POV**I lay on my back in the dark, listening.Elsa’s voice drifted
Payback on His Twin Bed Messy Liora
****Yasmeen’s POV**The next morning.... I took my bath and walk downstairs....Liora was already in the kitchen when I came down, chattering to Beatrice about swimming medals and how the school pool was “nothing compared to this one.” Her wet hair from an early rinse still clung to her shoulders. Lucas sat at the table with his coffee and phone, answering her only when she directly asked him something, the responses short and half-distracted. Elsa had not come down yet. Liam was absent again — a pattern that had become so regular it almost felt deliberate.I poured myself coffee and tried to look normal. The ordinary weight of the mug in my hands felt like a small performance.Liora turned to me with bright eyes, the same sharp curiosity she had carried since she arrived.“Big sis, why does Uncle Liam always disappear? Yesterday he came for dinner and then vanished. Does he hate movies? Or does he just hate being around people?”“He’s busy,” I said, keeping my voice even. “He has th
Payback on His Twin Bed Investigation
****Yasmeen’s POV**I cleaned up as fast as I could.The evidence of what Liam and I had just done still lingered on my skin and between my thighs — the faint ache, the warmth, the memory of cool tile against my palms while he took me in the broken shower. I dressed quickly, fixed my hair in the mirror until it looked orderly again, and forced my breathing back to something normal. By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, the house was still empty — but the quiet no longer felt like freedom. It felt like borrowed time, thin and easily broken.I went downstairs and tried to look busy in the kitchen, rearranging things Beatrice had already left in order, wiping a clean counter a second time just to keep my hands moving. My body still pulsed with the memory of the tiled wall and his hand on my hip, the way he had fucked me without hesitation once the lock clicked. Every time I closed my eyes for even a second, I felt him again — the stretch, the control, the low voice against the back
Payback on His Twin Bed cold
** I woke up to the sound of Mom’s voice in the hallway. “Alessandro? Did you change the sheets last night? These smell… different.” My blood turned to ice. I sat up too fast. The dull, sweet ache between my legs reminded me exactly why the sheets would smell different. His knot. His cum. The way he had locked himself inside me while she slept only inches away. I could still feel the ghost of that stretch every time I moved. I scrambled out of bed, pulled on the first clothes I could find, and opened my door just enough to listen. Alessandro’s voice came low and calm. “I spilled water. Changed them so you wouldn’t sleep on a damp spot. Nothing to worry about.” A pause. “Hmm. Alright. I’m making coffee.” Footsteps moved toward the stairs. I waited until I heard her go down before I slipped into the hallway. Alessandro stood near their bedroom door, already dressed for the day. His golden eyes met mine. For one long second neither of us spoke. Then he mouthed, “Bathroom. Now.”
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