Semua Bab Payback on His Twin Bed: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Yasmeen’s POV Ughhh!!! Yes… I love it. Go deeper… Fuck! ouch! Rip my pussy…. I heard every word clean and clear. * I stood frozen in the dark corner of the private dining room Liam my Brother in law had chosen, my hand still resting on the doorframe I haven't fully stepped inside. When I heard uncontrollable moans..... The Tv screen glowed in front of him, the video playing without sound at first—until he turned the volume up just enough for me to hear her voice. My cousin’s voice. Elsa’s voice. Moaning for my husband. I watched the way Lucas’s body moved. The man I had called perfect. I watch how he thrust deeper…. The man whose face I put on every brochure, every podcast thumbnail, every marriage-seminar poster across California. My blameless husband was not just cheating on me. He was cheating on his own twin brother. “No. No!” The word ripped out of me before I could stop it. I spun toward Liam, who sat perfectly still in the chair, the

** **Yasmeen’s POV** I was still laughing when the door of Naxi Bar open..... Not a happy laugh. The kind that scraped my throat raw and made the bartender glance over like he was deciding whether to cut me off. The tequila glass sat in front of me, half-empty, the liquid catching the low amber light. I stared at it the way people stare at fire—waiting for it to burn something clean. Lucas’s voice still echoed in my skull. Then Elsa’s moans. The way she had taken him on our sheets while I stood in the rain with blood drying on my temple. I lifted the glass again and drank. The burn felt honest. Everything else in my life had been a lie.* Liam walked in. He moved through the private lounge like he owned the air itself—taller than Lucas, broader in the shoulders, the same sharp jaw but colder eyes. Liam’s gaze found me instantly. He stare at the empty bottles, the mask pushed down under my chin, the cut on my forehead, and the way I was still smiling at nothing. “Yasmeen.” H

** **Yasmeen’s POV** “Don’t go soft,” I whispered back….. Then I dropped the towel. It hit the floor in a soft white heap. Then Cool air kissed my bare skin. My heavy breasts felt full and sensitive, nipples already tight and pink. For a second Liam just stared—his dark eyes locked on every inch of me like he had been starving for years. That was it. That was the moment he lost control. He moved fast. One second I was standing there exposed; the next my back hit the wall with a soft thud. His hands braced on either side of my head. No mouth on mine. He deliberately turned his face when I tried to lean in for a kiss, burying his lips against the side of my neck instead—hot, open-mouthed, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “Let’s cheat back,” he growled against my throat. His voice was rough, almost cold. One hand left the wall and caressed my neck gently while his eyes dropped to my breasts and stayed there. “I don’t want Elsa back,” he whispered, still staring.