บททั้งหมดของ Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend.: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Julian’s POVMy office felt way too small tonight, like the walls were closing in on me slow and steady. The air hung heavy, thick enough that every breath I took seemed shallow, not quite enough to fill my lungs. The only light came from the laptop screen, this cold blue glow washing over my face. Outside the windows, the city was nothing but darkness, quiet and indifferent.I kept scrolling through Hale’s files, over and over, like if I stared hard enough, something would jump out at me. Every line I read twisted in my gut, sharp as broken glass. Bella had gotten these for me—risked everything, slipping them right out from under Hale’s nose, from his bed, his phone, his stupid blind trust. And still... nothing solid yet. Nothing big enough to finally bury Leon for good.I needed more. Crap, I needed so much more.The door creaked open without a single knock. No warning.Bella stepped into that faint blue light. Her hair was a little tousled, like fingers had been run through it too

Julian’s POVI leaned in real slow… like the world would shatter if I rushed it. My lips barely touched hers at first. They were so hot, —soft, trembling under mine. Salt from her tears lingered there, mixing with the faint sweetness that was always just Ava. Her breath came in short, shaky bursts against my mouth, warm and quick, carrying that soft vanilla scent that hit me straight in my chest every time.She pulled back just a fraction. Not much, but just enough for me to feel it. Her whole body went stiff, her shoulders pressing hard into the wall behind her. I could feel every little shake running through her. Her chest rose and fell fast, brushing mine with each breath.“Ava…” My voice came out rough, broken. “Please… don’t fight me.”It wasn’t a command. It was closer to begging. I hated how desperate I sounded, but I couldn’t help it. Not with her.She looked up at me then. Those eyes—Fuck, those eyes gets me all the time. Glassy and red-rimmed, lashes clumped wet from crying.

Bella’s POVThe suite smelled like pure money. The lights were low, golden glow from the lamps making everything soft. I lay stretched out on the king bed in nothing but my black lace bra and panties, the silk cool and slippery against my bare back, my thighs, and my ass. My legs long on the bed, and my hair fanned wild across the pillow, tickling my shoulders. My phone right beside me on the duvet, screen still glowing soft blue from the message I’d sent Leon hours ago.The video attached. Short and crystal clear. A video of us. From a month back—skin slick with sweat, moans loud, our bodies tangled. A video of us fucking.His replies came quick at first. Angry. Short bursts. Called me crazy and said he wasn’t coming. His words sharp enough to cut.I smiled to myself anyway, small and quiet in the huge room. My lips curved slow.He’d show.Men like Leon always do when you twist the knife just right.The doorbell rang—sharp, cutting through the silence like a slap.My heart jumped har

Bella’s POVLeon yanked out sudden. His thick cock slipped free with a filthy, wet squelch, strings of our mixed cum and spit stretching long and snapping, splattering sticky on my inner thighs. My pussy gaped empty, throbbing raw, hot cum leaking out in thick, warm globs down my legs, pooling slick on the marble floor. My thighs quivered weak, knees buckling hard. He dropped me fast—my feet smacked the cold marble hard, soles stinging sharp from the impact.I bit my lip soft. Tasted salt, sweat, and his blood still lingering from our kiss.Before I could even suck in a shaky breath, his big hands clamped my waist—his fingers bruising deep into my soft, sweat-slick flesh. He flipped me around rough. Now I faced the wall, my palms slapping cold on the wall .He pushed my back down low. Bent me over brutal. He arched me deep—ass thrust high, spine curved sharp like a bow, tits hanging heavy and swaying, nipples scraping the cool air, hardening to aching peaks. Full doggystyle. Exposed

Bella’s POVJulian’s office felt too chill today. The walls seemed closer, like they were leaning in to listen. The air hung thick—bitter coffee dregs from hours ago, and the faint leather smell of his chair. Files lay scattered across his glass desk like broken pieces of a life that I helped ruin. James sat next to him, pointing at glowing numbers on the screen, his voice low and careful.My heels clicked loud across the marble floor. Each step rang out sharp in the quiet, matching the frantic thud of my heart against my ribs. I could feel my pulse in my throat, fast and unsteady.Julian didn’t look up. His fingers hammered the keyboard—hard, angry taps that made the keys clack like gunshots. He kept talking to James in short, clipped words, like I wasn’t even there, like I was nothing more than background noise.I stopped right in front of the desk. Crossed my arms tight over my chest, nails digging into my own skin until it hurt. Waiting. Heart pounding so loud I swore he could hea