All Chapters of Payback on His Twin Bed: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

****Yasmeen’s POV**Liam stood up from the bed.He did not say anything else. He simply fixed his shirt and walked toward the door. For a second I thought about calling him back, but the words stayed in my throat. Instead I quickly reached for my clothes and pulled them on with shaking hands. The sheets were still damp. My body still felt sensitive. When the door closed behind him, the room felt too quiet.I picked up my phone and called Nina.“I need to get out of this house,” I said the moment she answered. “Let’s go somewhere.”She did not ask many questions. She only told me to meet her at the ice rink in forty minutes.---The cold hit me the moment we stepped onto the ice.Nina was already better at skating than me. She moved with easy confidence while I held the side rail for the first few minutes, laughing at my own unsteady legs.. White lights hung above the rink, and the sound of blades cutting into the ice surrounded us. My cheeks turned pink from the cold. For a short t

Yasmeen’s POVThe party continued with soft music and polite laughter that floated through the high-ceilinged rooms like expensive perfume. Crystal glasses chimed. Someone told a story about a recent merger and everyone laughed on cue. I stayed close to Lucas. I smiled when he spoke, rested my hand on his arm, and let him keep me near him in front of the guests. From the outside it looked natural—the perfect wife standing beside her successful husband, elegant in the deep-blue dress he had chosen, the diamond earrings catching the light every time I turned my head. Inside, I felt nothing. Every time I glanced across the room, I saw Liam standing with Elsa. He looked calm, almost bored, but he kept a clear distance from her. Even when the music shifted and couples moved to the open space to dance, he only gave Elsa a short, formal turn before stepping away again. His hand never lingered at her waist. His eyes never softened.I watched him longer than I should have.Lucas noticed once.

**Liam’s POV**After I finished eating, I went straight to my room.I closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed. The house felt too quiet. Every time I closed my eyes all I could think of is Yasmeen..... the way her body shook under the electric toy, the way her thighs trembled when I pulled it away at the last second, the frustrated, needy expression she wore when I left her aching and unfinished. The memory of her soft, broken “please” kept replaying. Whenever I touched her, whenever she came apart for me or almost did, whenever I saw her naked and open, the same thought kept returning.I want to make her mine.Not just for revenge. Not just for the game we had started. Mine. Completely. I want to own the sounds she makes, the way her body respond, the look in her eyes when she was too far gone to pretend she was only using me. I want her to stop thinking about Lucas.But the truth kept cutting into that thought like a blade. Everything she was doing — the lessons, the secret m

Yasmeen’s POVLiam turned me onto my side with deliberate care, one hand steadying my hip while the other guided my leg.“This is called the pretzel,” he said calmly, as if he were explaining something ordinary rather than arranging my body for deeper access. “One leg stays bent between us. The other goes over my hip or up against my chest. It lets me go deep while still controlling the angle.”He lifted my top leg and hooked it over his waist, then shifted closer until the thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance again. I was still slick from the previous lesson, still sensitive, still open. With one smooth, unhurried push he slid back inside. The new position made the stretch feel different — tighter and deeper at the same time. The angle forced him against places that had only been grazed before.I gasped, fingers curling into the sheets.“Feel the difference,” he said, voice low and instructional. “In this position I can reach places that are harder to hit when you’re si

**Yasmeen’s POVI arrived at the Hale Robotics building a little past noon.The glass entrance reflected the bright sky as I stepped inside, holding the carefully packed containers of Lucas’s favorite dish. The lobby was modern and cold — white floors polished to a mirror shine, silver walls that seemed to absorb sound, and soft blue lights embedded in the ceiling that pulsed faintly like a slow heartbeat. A large digital screen near the reception desk displayed moving images of the company’s latest machines: sleek robotic arms assembling components with perfect precision, humanoid prototypes walking across testing floors, and diagrams of neural interfaces that looked more alive than mechanical.Two humanoid robots stood on display platforms near the center of the lobby. One turned its head slightly when people walked past, tracking movement with glowing white eyes that never blinked. The other lifted its arm in a smooth, practiced greeting every few minutes, the joints moving with