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Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend

Chapter 2 The Night I Lost My Name

Word Count: 1403    |    Released on: 22/12/2025

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th burned ag

think we ne

s squeezed together hard. A throb started between my legs, so strong it made my teeth

st my balance. My heels scraped across the marble floor. The VIP door banged shut behind us, cutting off the

inst the cool wall. My hand

h it was what I needed. Heat spread under my skin, rushing ri

beg and a secret all mixed up together. I couldn't s

change, Then he laughed in the dark

te

bed. The mattress sank under me. Black silk sheets felt cool on my bare skin.

ta

word and my ni

d in my neck. I should fight him at this point. Kick. Yell Leon's name until my voice b

them. It stretched my arms, and made my tits lift up, and every breath came

. "I'm going to make you want me so bad y

on their own, looking for something

oor o

n pants and a bra, her lips puffy from what she

off hi

ck

s skin, with tattoos the club lights hid be

on her

e metal clicked loud in the quiet room. His pants

stuff shone at the tip. My pussy squeezed tigh

d. Stroked once. Twice. He didn't look at her.

his voice soundin

k. He breathed out sharp through his teeth. I watched her lips open wide around the head,

y skin raw. I needed to touch something-my clit, his body

e was fucking my eyes instead of her mouth. The wet sounds filled the room-slurping, sucking, her tongue sliding

at me,

ouldn't stop staring. I wondered for a second about how

me from his chest. She pushed forward until her nose touched his skin, her throat moving to take all of hi

t. My pussy was so wet now, I felt it soak through my panties an

-looking, covered in her spit. He slapped it on her cheek-once, twice. The

ooked rig

d down. My thighs were wet. The air smelle

s hand sliding easy from all the spit. His ey

. No words. My to

my face now. Heat came off it like a fi

y i

broke out of me, all shaky an

se wh

et me tas

slow, and mea

ittle as he hit the back of her throat. His hand gripped her hair tighter. His hips moved sharp-once, twice, three times. Each th

ps. The spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth, running down in strings. He breathed heavier

et, sloppy sounds got louder-gluck, gluck, like she was drowning in him. He groaned, his fr

between her knees. I could hear her breathing through her nose, quick and ragged. His hips jerked forwa

h. She gulped it down, but some spilled over her tongue, running down her chin in sticky lines. H

ng wet. He slapped it across her face again-once, twice, three times. Each hit made a

who was still tied up

ht about o

p wanting

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Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend
Fucked Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend
“Warning: This book contains steamy, raw, and mature content. "Please, let me taste you," Ava begged, broken and desperate-after he tortured her by forcing her to watch as he fucked that blonde. "Now, spread those thighs, sweetheart. Show me how wet that pussy already is." Ava Sinclair Vance was once a stripper. Now she's the wife of billionaire Leon Vance, bound by vows of forever-until his endless "business trips" left her aching and burning with unmet desire. One reckless night, she returned to Club Orion for a single pole dance. Just to feel alive again. A stranger in the shadows had other plans. What began as one lap dance exploded into a night of ruthless, filthy sex that left her utterly ruined for anyone else. She woke up wrecked, convinced it was a nameless one-night mistake she could bury and forget. Until the next morning's business lunch with Leon's best friend. She discovered she couldn't escape him-not when the stranger and Leon's best friend were the same man. And certainly not when he was the one demanding more nights... to cover up her "one little mistake." How long can Ava stay trapped between two ruthless billionaires before one claims her completely? And what if those nights were never about silence... but about breaking her so thoroughly she begs to stay?”