Todos los capítulos de Claimed Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Julian’s POVThe office was pitch black except for the cold blue glow of the monitors and the city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling glass behind me. My third espresso had gone cold hours ago, sitting next to a bottle of whiskey that was definitely more empty than half. Papers were everywhere, like someone had thrown a grenade made of offshore ledgers and Syndicate org charts. Red circles stared back at me like bullet holes.I leaned back in the chair, my dragon ring tapping the glass desk in that same angry rhythm I couldn’t stop when my head got loud.Think, Julian. Come on, think, you bastard.Leon was probably somewhere laughing his dead ass off, counting money that should’ve been mine. And the Vice President, Mr. Hale that slippery piece of shit, was one phone call away from locking me out of the whole damn game.I dragged both hands through my hair, hard enough that it hurt. I stared at the same line on the screen until the letters blurred.Then it hit me like

James’s POVThe door shut behind us, and just like that the club, the noise, the whole damn world outside just vanished.Dave didn’t even hesitate or took a breath.He pulled off his shirt over his head in one angry move. That thick gold chain he was wearing flashed against the dark hair on his chest every time he breathed. Then the belt, and the pants hitting the floor. His cock jumped out, thick and already leaking, veins standing out like he’d been hard for hours. The blonde — fuck, I still didn’t know her name, let the red dress slide off her shoulders slow. She then stepped out of it, damn she's so beautiful naked. Her tits were high and round, her nipples tight and begging. Her lips were already puffy and slick.I just stood there, my heart slamming against my ribs.The bed behind them was huge, with black silk sheets already rumpled. The room smelled like money and sex and that sharp bite of cologne I noticed Dave wearing. It seemed that this is his own fuck room in the club

James’s POVDave never stopped. Not for a second.His hips kept snapping up into her, hard, wet, meaty slaps that echoed off the cracked plaster walls. The blonde’s mouth was finally free of my cock and she used every inch of it: screaming, moaning, begging, babbling shit that didn’t even make sense anymore.“Fuuuck! Yes! Harder! Don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck, I can’t—”Her voice cracked on every word, hoarse from screaming down my throat for the last hour. Her back bowed off Dave’s sweaty chest like she was trying to fold herself in half, tits thrust toward the ceiling, nipples so hard they looked bruised. One hand clawed at the sheets, the other flew between her legs, fingers rubbing her clit in rough, sloppy circles, the wet little clicks mixing with the pounding.I couldn’t just watch. I had to help a lady in need.My cock was already aching again, veins throbbing. I crawled forward on my knees, the bed groaning under me. I stopped at that spot where Dave’s thick c

Julian’s POVThe second I stepped inside my penthouse, the silence hit me like a slap. No music, and no city noise leaking in, just the low sounds of the air-con. I was still in the same damn suit from the office, only now it felt like it had been through a tough war from work. My jacket gone somewhere between the car and my office. Tie probably still dangling from the rearview mirror. My shirt was half open,my sleeves shoved up, and collar loose like I’d tried to strangle myself with it and changed my mind after a second thought.I started peeling everything off the second the door I closed the door.My shirt hit the marble with a wet thud. The buckle from my belt clanged loud enough to echo as I kicked my pants off near the kitchen island. Naked and total free, I walked straight to the bathroom. Didn’t even flick the lights. Just slapped the panel and let the shower roar to life. The steam rolled out thick and hot, curling into the hallway like it had been waiting for me.I stepp

Bella’s POV"What's your name, boys?" I muttered under my breath, right on the stage, looking at them."Rev," The bald stud held my throat, directing all my attention to him and whispered that to my mouth."Call me Derek," The other one leaned close to me. I tried to tilt my head but couldn't see his face but I felt his breath on my neck as he lowered his head on me.Just like that....I let them lead me down the hallway. I’d already signed myself over the moment I set my eyes on them.The lights were low, bleeding red and violet across their skin, turning the sweat on their chests into liquid gold. They towered over me; my head barely reached their collarbones. Every step made the made the thick outlines of their cocks shift and press harder against the front.We stopped at the black door marked Reserved. My fingers shook when I opened the door. The second we were all inside, Rev kicked it shut behind us. The air tasted thick, like old smoke, spilled liquor, sex that had happened ho