Todos los capítulos de Claimed Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Ava’s POVLeon didn’t give me a second to catch my breath.He placed his hands on me again, quick and rough, his fingers working at the thick black rope still wrapped around my ankles. The cord slid free with a soft rasp on my skin, and the sudden rush of blood all over that area made the red marks burn hotter than before. I winced a little, biting my lip, but he still didn’t slow down. He just yanked the rest of the rope off his own wrist and flung it across the room like the rope had pissed him off. It hit the wall with a quiet thud and dropped to the floor.But for the belt around my wrists? He still left that exactly where it was, still so tight.My hands still locked together in front of me.He wasn’t ready to let go of that control. Not yet. And not ever.Before I could even think for a moment, he gripped my hips with his huge hands and flipped me over like I was nothing more than a doll in his arms. My face sank into the warm, messed sheets that smelled like us—like sweat,sex

Leon’s POVBella rolled over onto her stomach, real slow, like she was in no rush even though everything felt like it was crashing down for me. Her cheek pressed into the pillow, that dark hair of hers all tangled and falling everywhere.She pulled her legs up behind her, her knees bent, ankles crossing lazy in the air. The sheet had slid down a bit, showing the curve of her back... and those faint red marks I'd left. Yeah, my marks.She looked up at me, her eyes soft but sharp at the same time. “Why don’t you just stay the night?”I was already scrambling, hunting for my clothes like the room was on fire. My pants were halfway under the bed—I yanked them out, shoved one leg in, almost fell over hopping into the other. Shirt was crumpled on the chair. I grabbed it, arms flailing through the sleeves, buttons only half done ‘cause my fingers wouldn’t cooperate.Zipper next. Damn thing stuck for a second. Words came out harsher than I wanted. “I promised my wife that no nights out.”Bella

Ava’s POVI just stood there, like my feet were glued to the floor, staring up at Julian like he’d actually slapped me. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt, thumping against my ribs, but I tried to keep my face blank. Or at least not totally freak out. I swallowed—loud, I think—and forced the words out even though my voice wanted to shake.“What did you just say?”He didn’t repeat it. Didn’t explain either. He just looked at me with that lazy little smile, his eyes so dark in the light coming through the curtain blinds that they almost looked black.“You should check it, you know.” he said, his voice all low and calm, like we were talking about coffee or something. “Before I lose it and do something nasty. I'm not really that patient.”It was quiet, but it still hit like a punch. My skin went all prickly, goosebumps everywhere even though it wasn’t cold.I took a couple steps back—just enough to breathe—right when I heard Leon coming down the stairs. Those familiar footsteps.He wal

Julian’s POVI didn’t even flip on the big lights when I got home. I just that one dim lamp in the corner of the bedroom—the one that barely lights anything, and the soft room lights was on, throwing long, dark shadows over the walls and making the whole place feel closed in, like a cave.My jacket was fucking lost. Probably still bunched up on the car seat. My tie? I’d ripped it off, tossed it somewhere in the hall like it didn’t cost more than most people make in a week. My shirt hung open, buttons undone the whole way down, my chest bare and sticky with sweat. I was breathing heavy, like I’d run up the stairs instead of taking the lift.I dropped hard on the long leather couch in the sitting corner in my bedroom. One leg stretched out straight, the other bent with my foot planted on the floor. One arm flung over the backrest, my fingers just dangling. The other hand wrapped tight around a whiskey glass—third or fourth pour, I’d stopped counting.The cigarette between my fingers burn

Ava’s POVThe sun was already dipping low when I finally pulled into Bella’ house, turning the whole street this warm, golden color that felt too damn cheerful for the storm that was going on inside of me.My hands tightened on the steering wheel before I made myself let go as soon as I arrived at her house. I just sat there in the car, staring at her door for a while. I had to do this. Had to show up tonight, pretend everything was normal, so Leon wouldn’t get suspicious at all.I’d told him that it was a girls’ night with Bella. I told him I wanted to catch up with her since she’d just gotten back from her trip—and he’d bought it, no questions. He even smiled, and kissed my forehead. The lie had come out so easy. Too easy. But the truth? The person I was really hiding from… it wasn’t Bella.Still, here I was. I grabbed my bag from the backseat, and dragged myself up the stone steps. My legs felt like lead, like they were trying to stop me.She opened the door before I could knock. T