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All Chapters of Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

127 Chapters

111 — Ruin

Victor’s POVShe slid off slow. Her hips gave one last filthy roll—wet lace dragging over my soaked boxers, leaving a dark patch that clung cold against my skin. My cock jerked under the cotton, thick and furious, begging.She dropped to her knees. Her fingers hooked the waistband. Ripped the boxers down hard. The fabric burned over my thighs. My cock slapped free finally—heavy, veins pulsing dark, the cap swollen and dripping, strings of precum stretching then snapping.She unhooked her bra. Lace dropped. Her tits bounced out—full, heavy, nipples tight and dark pink. She grabbed them rough. Squeezed them together until flesh bulged over my shaft. Soft heat swallowed me whole.She pumped. Fast and brutal, sliding her tits slick with my precum. She stared up—her eyes wide, lips parted in a dirty grin while she milked me with her boobs.I let her think she had control. For some minutes.Then I grabbed her wrists. Yanked them apart. Her tits fell free, letting my cock throbbed in the sud

112 — Break

Victor’s POVI yanked my fingers out of her cunt. Thick strings of her slick stretched between my knuckles and her swollen lips before snapping wetly. The air smelled sharp—musky, tangy, mixed with the faint scent of her arousal. She whimpered, twitching her hips at the sudden emptiness, thighs trembling and slick-shiny down the insides.I gripped the base of my cock—still hot, slick from her spit and her juices, nudged her entrance with my cap. Felt the heat pulsing off her. One savage thrust, I snapped my hips forward hard. Buried myself to the root in a single brutal stroke. Her walls clamped down like a wet fist. She screamed—high, and raw. The sound bounced off the damp walls. Her whole body lurched forward; tits smashed flat against the wall."Fuuck!!!" She cried out again—sharp, broken sob."Shshhh.. " I whispered in her ears, shoving three fingers straight into her open mouth. Deep, hit her teeth with my knuckles. Her tongue flooded with the taste of herself—salty, sweet, thic

113 — Closer

Julian’s POVI stood at the window, shoved my hands deep in my pockets. My fingers curled into fists so tight that my nails bit into my flesh. The city lights stabbed up from below—cold white spikes, gold smears, all of it mocking me. My reflection stared back in the glass: My jaw locked, and my eyes bloodshot, skin stretched thin over bone. No sleep. No answers.The gala looped in my skull again. Empty chair. That giant screen flashing one letter: V. The room went dead quiet—like everyone forgot how to breathe. I felt it in my chest then, same as now: a slow, twisting knife.“Why didn’t he show up?” The words scraped out low. Barely a whisper. My breath fogged the glass for a second.“What the hell is he?”My pulse hammered in my ears. Too fast and too loud. Thoughts flooded my mind —the gala footage I’d watched ten times, Syndicate whispers that led nowhere, Leon’s face when the lights hit that screen. Pale. Shocked. Guilty? The pieces refused to lock. Every time I grabbed one, anot

114 — Hands Off

Leon’s POVI kicked the door open. Wood cracked against the wall. Bass punched my chest—hard, fast, matching the wild thump already tearing through my ribs. Blue pool lights flashed cold across the room.Victor sprawled on the black leather couch like he ruled everything—his shirt ripped wide, chest bare and slick, one blonde dragging her tongue slow up his throat, one brunette’s fingers buried deep under his belt, stroking him openly.“What the heck, Victor?” The shout ripped out—voice cracking raw, throat burning like I’d swallowed glass.I charged the poker table. Cards flew like dead leaves. Chips bounced off and rolled. I slammed the invitation down so hard the thick card split the green felt. My palm stung sharp. Heat rushed up my neck—my face burning, ears ringing.“A pool party?” Words came out jagged. “You throw a fucking welcome party and shove this trash at me while I’m bleeding cash to keep us both breathing?”Victor lifted his head slow. That smirk curled—slow, cruel, blo

115 — Boiling

Leon's POVI tipped the bottle again. Whiskey flooded my mouth—hot, bitter, and thick. It scraped down my throat, raw and ragged, tearing at the already shredded lining. The burn exploded in my chest—sharp, spreading fire that seared every rib, and every lungful of air. My stomach clenched hard—violent twist that sent acid surging up my body. I swallowed it back down. My tongue felt swollen, numb at the edges.“Dude, that’s enough.” Hale’s hand shot toward the bottle.I jerked it away. Glass smashed against my lower teeth—sharp crack, instant sting. Fresh blood welled on my lip, flooded my mouth, mixing with the whiskey’s bite. I licked it away. The taste grounded me. Made the rage sharper.Club Orion’s private booth pressed in tight. Dim red lights bled across the black leather—deep, angry glow like open wounds. Bass hammered through the walls—deep, bruising thuds that rattled my ribs, synced with the frantic slam of my heart trying to punch free. Thick smoke choked the air—cigar ash

116 — Prize

Ava’s POVThe door slammed open. The wall shook so hard—vibration shot through the floor into my bare feet like electric shock. My spine snapped straight as my heart slammed upward—sharp, bruising thumps that stole my breath, and left my chest aching. My pulse roared in my ears—loud, drowning everything.Leon staggered inside. His shirt hanging half out, soaked dark at the collar with sweat. Tie gone. Hair wild, strands plastered to his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot, glassy, pupils blown wide.Whiskey poured off him in thick, nauseating waves—sharp, sour, so heavy that it coated my tongue and the back of my throat even from across the room. He looked broken. More wrecked than I’d seen in weeks. His cheeks flushed dark red. Lips cracked and swollen. His breath ragged.“You’re drunk again,” I said, my voice flat and cold but not surprised. He's been like this lately. I spun fast as I needed space. Needed out before the knot in my stomach pulled any tighter.“Guess I’m sleeping in t

117 — Grand Send-Off

Julian’s POVI leaned back in the chair. The leather creaked under my weight—low, stretched groan that vibrated through my spine. The desk lamp threw yellow light across the papers and screen. My fingers drummed the wood—slow, steady. Each tap sent tiny jolts up my arm. James stood on the other side, his arms crossed, waiting. The faint scent of his cologne—cedar and smoke mixed with the office air.“The Gold Gala is the grand send-off,” I said finally, my voice calm on the outside. Inside, my blood boiled—hot rush pulsing under my skin. I fixed my eyes on the screen where the guest list glowed—white names against black, mocking me. “Best shot to expose Leon’s theft.”James nodded once. “So all you need is perfect timing.”I smiled. Small but sharp. But inside, the rage twisted tighter—hot wire around my guts, squeezing until my stomach cramped. I have always waited for this time to come. “There’s no better timing than gala night.”He shifted. His feet scuffed the carpet. “You really

118 — Brother

Julian’s POV“Victor—” The name ripped out low. Rough. Barely a breath at first. I stared at him. Shock nailed my feet to the floor. My legs locked stiff. My heart slammed once—hard, bruising thud that stole air, then kept slamming faster and louder, echoing in my ears until the room tilted and spun. Blood roared through my veins—hot, deafening rush that drowned everything.He stood there. Smirking.After one year of silence—no calls, no shadows, no trace—he walked back into my life, into my city like he still owned pieces of it.My junior brother. The drug addict himself. The thief. The one who took everything—money, trust, family—and left me bleeding on the floor.“So all this has been you?” The words choked out. Disbelief scorched my throat—raw, burning. I laughed once—short, ugly bark that tasted real bad. Walked forward slow. Every step felt heavy. My mind was everywhere, calculating the recent events. “The ‘V’. The Elite seat. The party. All you.”“I’m afraid so, big brother.” T

119 — No Way Out

Julian’s POVClub Orion VIP section. The red lights throbbed low—slow pulse that matched the ache I've been feeling behind my eyes. The leather seats clung to my thighs—sticky with old sweat and spilled liquor, damp heat soaking through my pants.Smoke hung thick—the cigar ash scorched my nostrils, weed coated the back of my throat, sour whiskey fumes stung my eyes. My shirt stuck wet to my back—like cold patches where sweat pooled at my spine.I poured another glass, took a slow sip, letting the burn scraped down my throat—hot razor trail that spread fire through my chest. Did nothing to loosen the knot twisting tighter in my gut.“Oh shit!!” Hale slammed his phone down real hard that the glass vibrated under my palm. Screen cracked against the table—loud clatter that sliced through the music.“What?” I asked. My voice flat, pouring myself another glass. The liquid sloshed over the rim—cold splash on my knuckles.“The President and his League will be at the Gold Gala.”The whiskey we

120 — Pool Party

Ava’s POVIt had been a week. The atmosphere at the house still felt like ice. Leon and I barely spoke. He came home late, left early. He never looked at me. Never touched me unless he wanted wet his dick after getting drunk or needed me standing beside him like a pretty, silent trophy he got from beating his arch enemy in a money fight.Tonight was one of those nights.He told me early in the evening to get dressed for an exclusive VIP pool party at The Pinnacle — the most expensive hotel in the city. My stomach dropped the second the words left his mouth. A cold, sick weight settled low in my belly. I wanted to refuse. I wanted to scream the order back in his face. But I knew how that would end. His hands were stronger. His anger was quicker. So I stayed quiet, swallowing the scream until it burned like acid in my throat.I stood in front of the mirror in my dressing room. My fingers shook so badly I could barely hold the earring. The purple spaghetti-strap dress hugged my body — sh

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