Semua Bab Travis Villaflor (The Possessive Husbands Club Series 1): Bab 11 - Bab 16

By evening, all twenty of us had gathered in the GV Confrontation House. The place had always been built for moments like this. It was grand and expensive. It was also dramatic as hell. A wide lounge stretched across the front, with leather couches that probably cost more than most people’s cars. A sleek bar stood in the corner, bottles lined up like soldiers. Beyond the glass walls was the pool, reflecting the city lights.But the real centerpiece was the massive round glass table in the middle of the room. Twenty chairs surrounded it. And right at the center of the table’s circle sat the chair everyone dreaded. The hot seat. And tonight… It was mine. I leaned back in it while the others settled into their seats. The air in the room was tense enough to choke on. Everyone looked pissed. Or curious. Or maybe even both.“All right, Samuel,” Allistair said sharply, breaking the silence. “What the hell was that about?” Samuel crossed his arms and shot me a murderous glare. “Why don’t you a

13. TravisI deserved every word he said. Every single one. Standing inside Raine’s studio felt like standing inside his soul. Paintings everywhere. Sketches scattered across tables.And in the center of it all—A canvas.My face stared back at me. My chest tightened painfully. Even after everything… He was still painting me. Why? Why would someone like him still think about someone like me? Then he turned.And when he saw me…The hatred in his eyes nearly destroyed me.“Get out!” The words hit me like a bullet. But I couldn’t leave. Not this time. Not again. My legs moved before my brain could stop them. I pulled him into my arms. And everything inside me broke. “Fuck, baby… I miss you.”The words came out messy and desperate. “I fucking miss you.” God. I had missed him so much it felt like my lungs were collapsing every day without him. “I love you.”There.I said it.Finally, The truth I had been too stupid to admit before. But instead of softening…He pushed me away. Hard. The look

The moment Raine’s body pressed against mine, something primal snapped inside me. My cock was already rock hard, throbbing painfully with need. Every nerve in my body felt alive, electric, like my entire system had locked onto one thing and one thing only.Him. Raine Montemayor. Mine. God, I had missed this. Missed him. Missed the way his body reacted to mine like we were built to destroy each other. Before he could even say anything, I flipped him onto his stomach on the bed. Raine let out a soft gasp, the sound sending a hot rush straight through my veins. My hands immediately grabbed his hips, gripping them tight. He felt perfect beneath me. Warm. Solid. Real.For a moment I just stared at him. The curve of his back. The way his muscles tensed in anticipation. The way his ass lifted slightly like his body already knew what I was about to do. Fuck. I couldn't wait anymore. With one hard thrust, I pushed forward and buried my cock deep inside him.Raine cried out instantly. The sound