Todos los capítulos de Payback on His Twin Bed: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

****Yasmeen’s POV**I stopped counting after the tenth call.The phone stayed dark in my hand. No reply. No single text. Only the silence that followed every attempt. Earlier I had seen Josh’s status by accident — a short clip, loud music, lights cutting across bodies, Liam in the middle of it with women leaning too close and his hand coming down hard on one of them. The image sat behind my eyes and refused to leave. The sound of the bass still seemed to echo in my ears even though the video had already ended.I told myself it should not matter. We had rules. No feelings. Revenge.None of those words helped.Lucas was in his study on a late call, voice low and professional through the closed door. Elsa had gone upstairs with a glass of wine and a closed expression that had not softened all evening. Liora was already asleep, her door shut, the house finally quiet enough that my own thoughts became impossible to ignore. I walked the length of the living room twice, then stopped i

**Yasmeen’s POV**I climbed onto the bed on unsteady legs.Liam followed without hurry. He pulled the remaining clothes from my body with quick, efficient movements — the top, the skirt, the damp panties I had put back on earlier — until I was completely bare under the low light of the guest room. Cool air touched skin that still felt overheated from the hallway confrontation and the way I had just taken him on my knees. Then he turned me over and pushed me down onto my hands and knees. The mattress dipped as he moved behind me. A pillow was shoved under my face, the fabric soft against my cheek.“Bite it if you have to,” he said. “But keep the noise down.”I barely had time to grab the pillow before he thrust into me in one hard stroke.The force of it punched a muffled sound out of me. He was thicker like this, after the blowjob, after the anger, after the ten ignored calls. He did not give me a moment to adjust. His hands locked on my hips and he started fucking me with deep, punis

**Yasmeen’s POV**I was still trembling when he moved me again.Liam turned me onto my back with far less force than before. My body felt heavy and used — thighs aching from the butterfly and the wheelbarrow, hips marked by his fingers, the deep soreness between my legs pulsing with every small shift on the sheets. The earlier roughness still lived in my muscles. He settled over me, bracing his weight on his forearms so he would not crush me, and looked down at my face for a long moment. There was no smirk this time. No cold order. Only something quieter and more intent, as if the punishment had burned itself out and left something else in its place.He pushed into me slowly.Even the careful thrust made me gasp. I was swollen and sensitive from everything he had already done, and the stretch pulled a soft, broken sound from my throat. He stilled once he was fully inside, giving me a second to adjust to the familiar, overwhelming fullness, then began to move in deep, unhurried strokes

****Liam’s POV**I had just found out that Lucas had traveled to Spain.The anger sat clean and sharp under my ribs, mixed with something that felt too close to hurt. Mom had called him. Not me. They needed someone to stay with Dad, and she had chosen Lucas. It was night already when I heard the front door open and the familiar sound of his suitcase wheels on the marble.I stayed in the shadows of the upstairs hallway and watched him come in. He moved like someone carrying more than luggage. His shoulders were tight. He did not call out for anyone. He simply took the stairs and went straight to the master bedroom.I followed.I gave him a short lead, then walked the same path and stopped just outside the half-open door. From where I stood I could see him clearly. The trousers he wore were stained with dried mud up the calves. His shoes were worse — caked, damp, and carrying a sharp, fishy smell that did not belong to any airport or hospital corridor. He dropped the suitcase without

****Yasmeen’s POV**“No… I’m not,” I screamed, the words bursting out too fast and too loud.Liam only smiled.The quiet curve of his mouth made my heart slam against my ribs. We were still locked in the same position — me straddling his lap, his hands resting on my hips, the almost-kiss still hanging between us like a live wire. The hotel room felt smaller than it had a minute ago. The question he had asked — *Are you, by any chance, falling for me?* — still sat in the air, unanswered in any way that felt safe.“I’m attracted to you,” I whispered, the admission coming out uneven. “Like… I love doing nasty things with you.”Even as I said it I wasn’t sure whether the words were completely true or simply the only ones I could reach for without admitting something larger. His eyes stayed on mine, dark and unreadable, waiting to see if I would break further.“Your hubby is in the next room,” he murmured.“I know.” A small, shaky chuckle left me, the sound thin. Then the next sentence sl