All Chapters of Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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

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

Julian’s POVMy house felt too quiet—like the silence itself was pressing down on my chest, making every breath harder than the last. I tossed my suit jacket over the back of the couch. It landed crooked, half hanging off, sleeve dragging on the floor. My fingers shook as I fumbled with the top buttons of my shirt. Three came undone. Collar fell open. Cool air hit my chest, but it did nothing to touch the heat still burning under my ribs, thick and restless.I dropped onto the sofa, damn tired. The bottle waited on the side table like an old friend who never judges. I poured another glass. Amber liquid caught the single lamp light—glowed warm, almost alive. I took a long swallow. The burn rolled down slow this time. Numbing. But not enough. Never enough tonight.The room spun gentle. The walls of my room tilted. Shadows stretched long across the floor like fingers reaching for me. I leaned my head back. Closed my eyes. Tried to breathe steady but couldn’t. Every inhale felt jagged.

Cara’s POVClub Orion throbbed like a second heartbeat—low, and dirty. The bass punched straight into my ribs with every step, syncing with my pulse until I couldn’t tell where the music ended and my blood began. Red and purple lights slashed across bare skin, turning sweat into liquid diamonds. Smoke curled thick and lazy—like clouds, sharp vodka spills, expensive perfume that clung like a promise, and underneath it all, the raw scent of too many bodies pressed too close. My heels clicked sharp on the sticky floor, rolling my hips just enough to pull eyes I didn’t bother acknowledging.I moved toward the VIP section slow, locked my eyes on my target.Leon.He sat dead center in the velvet booth like he owned every shadow in the room. His shirt open halfway down his chest—dark hair dusting his tanned skin, and a gold chain glinting low under the lights. Cigar clamped between his fingers, smoke curling slow from the tip. Whiskey glass sweating in his other hand. Hale across from him—l

James’s POVI slammed the door so hard the frame rattled. Red light in the room bled from the single bulb above. The room stank of old leather, fresh cigar ash, whiskey, and the sharp, musky reek of sex already soaked into the walls. The air felt humid, and heavy, clinging to my lungs.Bella’s mouth smashed into mine—desperate, tasting like whiskey, lipstick, and pure fucking need. Our teeth clashed. She bit my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. I never thought I’d taste her like this. Never thought she’d be this feral. The alcohol had burned away every filter—left only hunger, and wet heat.We crashed against the wall. Her back first—thud that knocked breath out of her. Then mine. Our hands tore at our clothes like they personally offended us. She ripped my shirt open—buttons pinged off the floor like bullets, scattered across the floor. I grabbed the front of her dress with my teeth and yanked down, splitting the dress till it revealed her black lace bra and matching thong alr