Semua Bab Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend.: Bab 1 - Bab 10

(Ava’s POV)His hot breath burned against my ear. “Don’t you think we need a room?” Those words sent a shiver down my spine, like warm oil sliding over my skin. My thighs squeezed together hard. A throb started between my legs, so strong it made my teeth hurt. I tried to speak—Leon, my vows, my promises—but the words stuck in my throat. Before I could get them out, his fingers grabbed my wrist tight. Not soft at all. He yanked me hard, and I lost my balance. My heels scraped across the marble floor. The VIP door banged shut behind us, cutting off the loud music and the people outside. The room went dark, except for a red light glowing from a lamp on the wall. He pushed me face-first against the cool wall. My hands pressed flat on the wall. Before I realized, he smacked my ass. The sting that came with it was what I needed. Heat spread under my skin, rushing right to my clit. I gasped and arched my back without thinking. “Fuck me,” I said, the words coming out rough, like a

(Ava’s POV) His throbbing cock hovered an inch from my lips. Heat rolled off it. Salt and sex and the faint bite of whiskey. My mouth watered at the sight of it before I even touched him. “Suck it.” The words scraped out, sounding rough and impatient. My wrists throbbed from the ties, but my hands were free now. I reached. Fingers wrapped around the base off his d*ck. My thumb couldn’t meet my fingers. I looked up. His fierce eyes locked on mine. It was dark and demanding. I opened my mouth, using my tongue first. I placed my tongue flat against the underside. I traced the vein that pulsed like a heartbeat. He hissed through his teeth. His hand tangled in my hair, not guiding me. Just holding. I took the head and swirled my tongue on it. The taste exploded—salty precum, her leftover gloss, and him. My lips stretched wide as I pushed forward, taking his prick, inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat. Gag. He didn’t pull back. He just flexed his hips. going dee

Leon’s POVParis, 2:17 a.m., and the city I came to for business was just whore beneath me.I sat like a king that I am on the velvet chaise in the penthouse suite of the Hôtel de Crillon — the Imperial Suite, the one that cost a fortune for just a night and came with its own private elevator, marble floors that is colder than a corpse, and a view that made the Eiffel Tower look like a cheap toy. The chandelier above me dripped like frozen cum, scattering light across the room in sharp, cruel patterns. Well, I didn’t need the fucking light. I was the light. The smoke curling from the Cuban cigar between my fingers was thicker, darker and more alive than any chandelier could ever be.I was shirtless and my trousers were unbuttoned. It has been a hell of a day for me. That made me really horny. My cock was already out and heavy in my fist. I wasn't stroking hard. Not yet. Just slow, deliberate pulls — the kind that made the veins bulge, and the cap shoot out. The slit of my cock leake

Leon’s POVThe door clicked shut behind the maid, and the apartment was finally quiet for some seconds. The air still carried the warm trace of her perfume and the faint scent of wine on her breath.My cock was still damn hard, and still wet from earlier. It was still heavy enough that each step made it tap against my thigh. I should’ve felt drained, even for a bit but something about tonight had pushed every button inside me. But one thing was clear, I was still active, ready to devour this bitch.Bella knelt on my bed, spread her legs, breathing hard like she’d been waiting to be claimed for hours instead of minutes. The strap of her bra hung off her shoulder, one nipple was out. Her thong was so wet that it looked painted on. She watched me like a woman starving, and damn, I loved that look too much.I stepped closer to her. The floor was still wet with the maid’s spit, and it clung to the soles of my feet. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the way Bella’s chest rose and fe

Ava’s POVMy handbag hit the marble floor with a dull, expensive thud. Everything inside me stopped for a moment. My heartbeat, breath, thoughts. They were all frozen.The devil himself turned his head and the world tilted.He was damn handsome in the way a blade is beautiful: sharp, clean, and lethal. High cheekbones, a jaw that looked like it was carved from stone, eyes the color of midnight right before a storm. The black suit sat on his shoulders like it had been sewn there by angels who knew just exactly how dangerous he was. The top two buttons of his white shirt were open, revealing the edge of that same dragon tattoo that had writhed over his chest last night while he ruined me.But right now he looked… calm and civilized. A perfect CEO sipping coffee in broad daylight except I knew what those hands could do. I knew how that mouth tasted when it wasn't smiling politely. I knew the exact sound he made when he came inside me.My knees almost gave out at that spot.He ended the