All Chapters of Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Bella’s POV — Paris The jet’s engines hummed low and steady like some giant cat purring in its sleep. Everything around us screamed money. The soft white leather seats that can swallowed you whole, those warm amber lights in the private jet glowing like candlelight, and the faint trace of Leon’s cigar still hanging in the air even though he’d stubbed it out ages ago. Outside the little oval plane window, the sky was turning to this kind of insane mix of lavender and gold.Leon was sprawled across from me, his legs wide, and his shirt open halfway down his chest. One arm was thrown along the back of the seat, and the other one was busy holding his phone. The screen lit up his face in cold blue kind of color, and every few seconds, his usual low, dirty laugh rolled out of him. It sounded deep and private. The kind that made my stomach flip and my thighs press together without permission.I hated when that laugh wasn’t for me.I took a slow sip of champagne, letting the bubbles sting

Julian’s POVThe sixty-sixth floor was really so high that the city looked like someone had scattered diamonds across black velvet and then walked away bored. Nothing down there moved fast enough to matter. Not the traffic, not the people, not even the clouds dragging their shadows over the river. Everything felt slow, like the world was holding its breath just for me.I was slumped back in the leather throne behind my desk, my jacket long gone. I rolled up my sleeves to my elbow, tie hanging open like I’d already started the party without telling anyone. The morning sun poured in thick and golden, bouncing off the crystal wine decanter, sliding over the platinum cufflinks that I’d tossed beside the keyboard, and catching the dragon signet on my right hand every time I turned the Montblanc pen between my fingers. That ring always looked alive in the light like it was waiting for blood.James knocked once, just like the way he’d been trained, and slipped inside without waiting

Julian’s POVI never knock. I never have tried that. Not even once.When we were twenty-one in college, she left the pool-house door unlocked the night Leon passed out drunk at his own birthday party, and I took her body, her everything that she offered without saying a damn word. So why the hell would I start knocking now?The handle turned really smooth under my hand. The lock was already off. I opened the door and stepped inside like I still owned the place, which I did in a way.The master bedroom hit me like a memory that I never asked for. Jasmine, warm skin, and that tiny sharp bite of fear filled the air. Evening cool sun leaked through the sheer curtains, painting everything gold, soft and hazy. And there my Ava was, right in the middle of the carpet, standing in that light like she was waiting to be ruined all over again.The black silk slip of the night dress she was wearing was barely there. The thin little straps looked ready to snap if she breathed wrong or heavily

Ava’s POV I stood outside the bathroom door for a while, longer than I could admit. My fingers kept tightening and loosening on the knot of the short white shower robe, like I could somehow turn the cloth into an actual armor. The floor felt like ice under my bare feet, but heat kind of leaked from beneath the door. Steam curled out from the bathroom in lazy fingers, carrying that same whiskey and sex smell that was already burned into my skin.Gosh!! I hated him. I hated myself even more going in anyway.My hand shook when I finally opened the door.The air in the bathroom hit me like a wall. It scented with cedar and something darker, something that smelled like Julian’s skin after he’d ruined me.And there he was.Julian sat in the massive black marble tub like a demon who owned the night itself. The water lapped just below the sharp cut of his hips, the steam curling up around his chest.His broad shoulders, clinging to the dragon tattoo that looked alive under the water. His

Ava’s POVI was still on my knees, shaking all over, and staring up at him like he was the only thing left in the entire world. His huge cock hovered right in front of my face, very red, and slick with everything we’d already done. A thick bead of cum still clinging to the slit.Fuck!! It twitched every time his stomach flexed, and God, those abs… very well carved and wet, catching the room's soft low light. Sweat kept sliding down his chest, tracing every cut line, and dripping off his hips. He looked do unreal. A demon who’d decided tonight I was his forever toy, one he is going to break.“Suck,” he snarled, his voice raw, like the word itself hurt as it came out.My brain was gone, like totally gone. My body just… obeyed. I opened my mouth before I could talk myself from fucking him further. Who am I kidding? There is no backing out from me.My hands found him first—both of them wrapping around the base. My fingers didn’t even touch it before I felt it. He was burning hot, skin s