Semua Bab Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend.: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Julian’s POVShe didn’t waste a second. Her eyes locked on mine, that hungry spark flashing brighter, and she reached up, grabbing the towel slung around my neck. She tugged me forward—slow, deliberate, like she was reeling me in. Her teeth caught her bottom lip, biting down, her breath coming quicker as she backed up toward the bed.I let her pull me. Didn’t fight it. My feet moved, heavy steps closing the space, the anger twisting tighter in my gut. She had no idea. No fucking clue what was coming. This wasn’t going to be some sweet reunion fuck. I was going to make it hurt. Make her feel every bit of the bullshit she’d put me through.She hit the edge of the bed and let herself fall back, still holding the towel, pulling me down with her. The bed came under her weight, sheets rumpling as she landed on her back, legs parting just a bit, inviting. Her bite on her lip turned into a soft gasp, eyes half-lidded now, waiting.I towered over her for a beat, towel slipping from my neck as

Julian’s POVI didn't hold back.Her pussy burned around me—hot, slick pussy lips sucking me in greedy as I slammed deep. The wet heat gripped every thick inch, juices coating my cock, dripping down my balls. I pulled back sharp, dragging my cock slow against her tightness, then crashed forward again—hard, punishing. The loud, obscene slap of my hips against her ass echoed raw, skin stinging red from the impact.Bella lost it completely. Her head dangled upside down off the floor edge, blood pounding loud in her ears, her face flushed dark crimson. Her breath came in ragged, wet wheezes through her nose—short, desperate, like she was drowning in me. Her chest surged wild, her ribs straining, sweat beading between her heaving boobs. Her legs hooked over my waist trembled real hard, thighs quivering against my sides.My hands—rough, and veined—dug deep into her soft thighs, my fingers bruising the flesh as I locked her legs still. I shifted her hips higher, angling perfect, feeling the

Julian’s POVThe door opened without a knock.Bella stepped in, her heels making sharp sounds on the tiled floor, her red dress clinging to every body curve. The air shifted as her sharp, heavy perfume cut through the stale cigarette haze like a knife, making my nose twitch a little.She stopped a few steps in, narrowing her eyes when she saw me.I sat slumped in the chair, cigarette dangling from my lips, the tip glowing orange as I sucked it hard. Smoke burned down my throat, harsh and bitter, filling my lungs till they ached me. My eyes stung me, now very red and dry, raw from the haze and the rage still boiling inside. Ash dropped onto the desk, gray flakes scattering over the papers. I didn’t blink. I just stared at her, my jaw clenched so tight my teeth ground.The room reeked of my mess, thick clouds of smoke hanging heavy, mixing with the faint whiskey spill from earlier. My throat felt scraped raw, my chest tight.Bella’s gaze went to the full ashtray, then back to me. She t

Ava’s POVLeon didn't pull away or anything. He just stayed there on his side, his body pressed up close against me, his chest all hot and radiating warmth through my arm—it was kinda overwhelming and it felt so good in the cool room. His fingers were still inside me, moving slow at first, like he was teasing, drawing it out, watching my face. Then he sped up a little, going deeper inside my pussy, and yeah, the sounds were there—wet, kinda embarrassing, mixing with his low breaths right in my ear.“Mmm… fuck, you're so wet for me…”His voice was all rough,and husky, and it sent this shiver down me, made my skin prickle. His breath was hot on my neck.I felt him thrust his fingers deep that I arched my back without thinking, pushing my hips up toward his hand, wanting more even if it was already a lot. My head sank into the pillow, mouth open, gasping. Every stroke made my toes curl, and that heat was building slow in my stomach, aching.Then he added a third finger—fuck, it stretche

Julian’s POVThe bass from Club Orion’s speakers thumped low and heavy, vibrating through the floor and up into my chest as I pushed through the velvet curtain into the VIP lounge. Dim red lights bled across the leather sofas, cigar smoke curling lazy in the air, thick with expensive cologne, whiskey, and something sweeter—perfume from the girls working the room.Mr. Hale was already sprawled in his usual corner, king of Club Orion. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, exposing that gold chain he never took off. Two strippers knelt on either side of him, their manicured hands gliding slow over his skin, massaging his pecs. He had a fat cigar clamped between his teeth, smoke rolling out as he sipped from a heavy crystal glass. The ice clinked softly every time he tilted his glass back.I didn’t wait for an invitation. I just walked straight to the low table and dropped onto the sofa across from him. Bella followed right behind me, walking smoothly. She wore the secretary lo