Todos los capítulos de Payback on His Twin Bed: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

** Yasmeen’s POV I leaned in. My heart was still racing from the words I had just spoken — the shameless admission that I wanted to kiss him deep, all tongue, like I owned his mouth. His “Do it” still hung in the air between us. I closed the small distance, eyes half-lidded, ready to finally cross the one line we had never touched. He turned his head at the last second. My lips brushed only the air beside his cheek. Liam burst into low, genuine laughter — the first real, unguarded sound I had heard from him in days. The vibration of it moved through his chest, still bare except for the fresh bandage. “Don’t forget the rule,” he said once the laughter faded, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. “No kissing. I haven’t even allowed Elsa to kiss me since our wedding night.” I stared at him, lips still slightly parted, the rejection stinging more than I wanted to admit. “When I finally find true love,” he continued, voice calmer now, “I will give a proper kiss. Kissing is not part o

Morning light poured through the wide kitchen windows, golden and far too cheerful for the secrets still clinging to my skin. The long dining table was already set with plates of scrambled eggs, toasted bread, fresh fruit, and a pot of strong coffee that filled the air with its rich scent. Lucas sat at the head of the table in a crisp white shirt, looking every bit the perfect husband as he scrolled through emails on his phone. Yasmeen, my quiet cousin who had been staying with us for the past few days, carefully buttered a slice of toast while avoiding eye contact with anyone. I was late. I hurried down the stairs still tying the belt of my silk robe, hair slightly damp from a rushed shower that had done nothing to erase the memory of Liam’s hands on me the night before. The ache between my legs pulsed with every step, a private reminder of how hard he had taken me on all fours while forcing my moans into the pillow. “I’m so sorry,” I said the moment I entered the kitchen, voice li

****Yasmeen’s POV**I cleaned up as fast as I could.The evidence of what Liam and I had just done still lingered on my skin and between my thighs — the faint ache, the warmth, the memory of cool tile against my palms while he took me in the broken shower. I dressed quickly, fixed my hair in the mirror until it looked orderly again, and forced my breathing back to something normal. By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, the house was still empty — but the quiet no longer felt like freedom. It felt like borrowed time, thin and easily broken.I went downstairs and tried to look busy in the kitchen, rearranging things Beatrice had already left in order, wiping a clean counter a second time just to keep my hands moving. My body still pulsed with the memory of the tiled wall and his hand on my hip, the way he had fucked me without hesitation once the lock clicked. Every time I closed my eyes for even a second, I felt him again — the stretch, the control, the low voice against the back

****Liam’s POV**My phone vibrated against the nightstand.I picked it up and stared at the screen. A message from Yasmeen.**Can I spend a night with you…**I smirked, then bit my lower lip, the words settling deeper than a simple request should have. **Yes baby…**I typed the reply slowly, letting the two words sit on the screen for a second before I added another line.**Be careful. Don’t get caught.**I locked the phone and set it down, still smiling in the dark. The thought settled in my chest with quiet, almost dangerous satisfaction. I was not scared of getting caught. In fact, part of me wanted the moment Lucas finally understood that the wife he treated like a perfect accessory — the woman who wrote books about forever and stood on stages talking about emotional connection — had already been taken from him in every way that mattered.I leaned back against the headboard smiling sheepishly.---**Yasmeen’s POV**I lay on my back in the dark, listening.Elsa’s voice drifted

** **Yasmeen’s POV** “It’s picnic time!” Liora’s scream echoed through the hallway as she ran past the door, the sound bright and relentless. I stepped out, still half-asleep and irritated, the weight of the morning argument still sitting heavy under my ribs. “What do you mean by that?” “Uncle Lucas said we’re going to the beach this evening. All of us. Beatrice is already cooking!” She did not wait for my reply. She spun around and raced toward the stairs, already listing the things she wanted to bring. I closed my eyes for a second, then walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Under the warm water I kept seeing Liam’s face from that morning — the way his expression had closed after my words, the quiet, sharp hurt that had settled in his eyes before the smirk returned. For the first time I had read real pain there, and the knowledge of it followed me even as I washed. I scoffed at myself, finished under the spray, and dressed in just a short gown..... I sta