Claimed Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend

Ava's POV

It was 11:47 p.m at night.

I have spent another night alone. Another night of waiting for a man whose scent still lingered on the pillow but hadn't touched me in thirty days.

Leon Vance - my husband who is both my sin and my salvation.

The silk sheets that I lay on were cold, and too smooth for a new couple. I pressed the remote, and the big TV came to life, gleaming with nude images. Sounds filled the air. Moans that weren't mine.

I lay on the bed, watching p**n on my TV, with my thighs clenched really tight. Video after video of men fucking women, big cocks splitting them open. I rubbed my clit through my panties, imagining Leon's face as he pounded into me on our honeymoon.

I didn't mean to watch it. Not really. It just... happened out of curiosity or punishment. I couldn't tell. Maybe both. I was so horny that I couldn't bear it.

My chest rose and fell unevenly as the moans filled the room. My body ached really badly, not for the strangers on the screen, but for him. For the weight of his lethal hands. For that rough, commanding voice that could ruin me and make me whole in the same breath.

But he was gone. Another business trip for a whole month just as soon as the honeymoon was over.

I told myself that I'd be patient. That I was better than my past - the stripper girl who used to dance under red lights and f*ck around. The girl who stripped when men threw bills at her feet. I wasn't that woman anymore.

I was Ava Sinclair Vance now, the wife of the city's golden billionaire. The woman who swore loyalty and promised to be faithful as soon as I became his.

But loyalty felt heavier when no one was watching.

I ran my fingers through my hair and slowly to my boobs, the air filled with perfume and loneliness. My vibrator was useless at this point. I needed something real. My phone vibrated- a message from Bella, my best friend. "I'm still in Paris. Miss you, babe. Don't go crazy while I'm gone."

Too late.

I dropped the phone, laughing softly the moment I realized that I am going to do something nasty today.

My gaze drifted to the mirror across the room. My reflection looked different under the warm light. I could almost see the stripper version of me that used to dance on a stage.

Maybe that was what I missed. Not just Leon's touch... but my own fire.

Before I could even take a second-guess myself, I was already opening my closet. Dresses in shades of black and gold stared back at me. I reached for the one that used to make men forget their names and trigger their dicks.

"Just dance and have some fun," I whispered to myself. "No fucking. Not even touching."

Leon wouldn't find out anyways.

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The city was alive when I stepped out of the car. The club's name glowed above me - Club Orion. I used to dance here years ago, before Leon fucked me and asked me to be his forever.

Now I was going back as a ghost visiting her own grave.

Inside, the air tasted just like liquor. I walked past the crowd, until I reached the VIP section - where the lights dimmed and money rained in the air.

No one recognised me except for the manager. The manager blinked twice the moment he saw my face.

"Ava Sinclair?"

"Just Ava tonight," I said.

He didn't ask anymore questions. He never did. After all, the asshole didn't even attend my wedding.

I walked to the stage, my heels clicking like confessions. My pulse beat faster than the music. As I wrapped my fingers around the cold pole, I felt that forgotten hunger inside me exhale.

The music started. My body remembered it all before my mind did. The sway, the rhythm, and the slow arch of my back. Eyes followed and men leaned forward, longing for my body.

But none of them caught my eyes. I wasn't dancing for them anyways. I was dancing away the sexual ache that Leon wasn't there to heal.

And then - I saw him.

He sat in the far corner of the VIP lounge, shadows hiding half of his face. He was wearing a loose shirt and pants, and I could see the muscles of his chest. I hated the way my body reacted to him, and how my pussy grew wet.

Two women sat by his side, one massaging his chest and the other massaging his cock in his pants. But he wasn't looking at them. He was looking at me.

The moment our eyes met, I forgot how to breathe. His gaze was heavy - not the kind that only undressed you, but the kind that eats you up.

My fingers trembled around the pole. I turned away, trying to focus on the rhythm of the music, but my heart was already pounding on a different beat.

I told myself it was just a harmless curiosity but my body was starting to betray me.

Before I knew it, I was walking toward him, heels clicking on marble like a countdown. He didn't move or blink.

The closer I got, the more my knees wanted to give in.

When I reached his table, I stopped. He leaned back, resting his arms on the sofa.

I should've turned back. But I didn't.

Instead, I sat down right on his lap, my boobs facing him. I could feel his hard cock beneath my panties, and I couldn't help but want it inside me.

His body was really warm. The smell of leather, whiskey, and something darker clung to his skin. My hand moved on its own, tracing the hard lines of his chest through the open buttons of his shirt. His breath hitched barely but I caught it.

I hated the sound of my own heartbeat. It wasn't supposed to race like this for anyone else but Leon.

Gosh!! What was I doing?

I told myself before leaving home that I'd just dance and not fuck around. But his body called to something wild inside me. It was something that I'd buried when I said I do to Leon.

He tilted his head, studying me like a secret that he already knew. His voice, when he finally spoke, was low and goddamm thick like smoke curling around my ear.

"You dance like you've done this before."

I swallowed hard. "Maybe I have."

He smiled, very slow and wicked. "And maybe you still want to."

That hit way too close. I stood up quickly, breaking the spell. My heart felt like it might jump out from my body.

"I should go," I whispered, mostly to myself.

I turned, ready to leave and find whatever was left of my self-control.

But before I could take a step, his hand caught mine. He was already on his feet.

In one motion, he pulled me back, spinning me around until my back hit the wall beside the sofa. His body pressed close enough that I could feel his heartbeat through his shirt.

His hand came up and rested against my throat, almost choking me. He came at rough, holding me still.

The world shrank. All that existed was the heat arising between us.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered,

"And where did you think you're going, bitch?"

Oh shit!! Soo much for being a changed person.

I wanted to speak up. I want to remind myself of Leon, of my vows, and of the life I was supposed to protect. But the words never came.

Because in that moment - under the dim light and under his control, I realized something terrifying.

I wasn't sure I wanted to be faithful anymore.

Ava's POV

His hot breath burned against my ear.

"Don't you think we need a room?"

Those words sent a shiver down my spine, like warm oil sliding over my skin. My thighs squeezed together hard. A throb started between my legs, so strong it made my teeth hurt. I tried to speak-Leon, my vows, my promises-but the words stuck in my throat.

Before I could get them out, his fingers grabbed my wrist tight. Not soft at all. He yanked me hard, and I lost my balance. My heels scraped across the marble floor. The VIP door banged shut behind us, cutting off the loud music and the people outside. The room went dark, except for a red light glowing from a lamp on the wall.

He pushed me face-first against the cool wall. My hands pressed flat on the wall.

Before I realized, he smacked my ass. The sting that came with it was what I needed. Heat spread under my skin, rushing right to my clit. I gasped and arched my back without thinking.

"Fuck me," I said, the words coming out rough, like a beg and a secret all mixed up together. I couldn't still believe how my body was responding to his actions.

He stopped moving. I felt his body change, Then he laughed in the darkest tone. "Oh, I will. But after."

After?

He turned me around fast, picked me up like I was nothing, and threw me on the bed. The mattress sank under me. Black silk sheets felt cool on my bare skin. I tried to sit up, but his hand pushed flat between my tits and held me down.

"Stay."

Just that one word and my nipples got hard.

He opened the drawer by the bed and brought out red silk ties came out. My heart pounded in my neck. I should fight him at this point. Kick. Yell Leon's name until my voice broke out. But instead, I lifted my wrists, giving them to him like I was under a spell.

He tied me to the headboard.. The knots was so tight that I could never break them. It stretched my arms, and made my tits lift up, and every breath came short. I pulled a little- no give at all. I was stuck and wet between my legs.

He leaned close, his lips touching my ear. "I'm going to make you want me so bad you'll beg in words you don't even know."

A shake ran through me. My hips moved on their own, looking for something to rub against. But nothing was there.

The door opened.

The blonde girl from before walked in. She had on pants and a bra, her lips puffy from what she did earlier. She didn't look at me. Just at him.

He took off his shirt.

Fuck.

His muscles were hard and well cut under his skin, with tattoos the club lights hid before. My mouth felt dry. I swallowed loudly.

She got on her knees.

Her fingers undid his belt slowly, on purpose. The metal clicked loud in the quiet room. His pants slid down his strong legs. Then his black boxers.

His cock jumped out-thick, heavy. A drop of wet stuff shone at the tip. My pussy squeezed tight, the ache going all the way to my tight ass.

She grabbed the base of his prick with her hand. Stroked once. Twice. He didn't look at her. His eyes stayed locked on mine, hot like fire.

"Slower," he said, his voice sounding rough like rocks.

She did what he said. Her tongue came out and licked the big vein on the bottom of his c*ck. He breathed out sharp through his teeth. I watched her lips open wide around the head, her cheeks suck in as she took more of him. Inch by inch, his cock went into her wet mouth.

My wrists pulled hard against the ties. The silk rubbed my skin raw. I needed to touch something-my clit, his body, anything to stop the empty ache or relieve it at least.

He put his fingers in her hair, moving her head. Not hard but in control. Each push of his hips was slow, like he was fucking my eyes instead of her mouth. The wet sounds filled the room-slurping, sucking, her tongue sliding along his length. I could see the spit start to drip from her lips, making his cock shine under the red light.

"Look at me, Ava."

My name from him sounded dirty, wrong in a good way. I couldn't stop staring. I wondered for a second about how he knew my name but my mind was really busy at the moment.

She made a hum sound deep in her throat. It shook through him-his belly muscles tightened hard. A growl came from his chest. She pushed forward until her nose touched his skin, her throat moving to take all of him. Spit ran down her chin, dripping onto her bra. The smell hit me, mixed with the whiskey on his breath.

I made a small cry sound. A real whimper, like I was dying for it. My pussy was so wet now, I felt it soak through my panties and onto the sheets. My hips bucked up, but the ties held me down.

He pulled her off with a loud, wet pop. His cock bounced free, red and mad-looking, covered in her spit. He slapped it on her cheek-once, twice. The smacks were wet and nasty, echoing off the walls. Drops of spit flew off.

Then he looked right at me.

I was breathing fast, my chest going up and down. My thighs were wet. The air smelled like my wet pussy now, thick and needy.

He grabbed his own cock, stroking it slow, his hand sliding easy from all the spit. His eyes never left mine. "Tell me what you want."

I opened my mouth. No words. My tongue felt heavy.

He stepped closer. His cock was right by my face now. Heat came off it like a fire. I smelled her on him-sweet lip stuff.

"Say it."

"Please..." The word finally broke out of me, all shaky and desperate. I was giving in.

"Please what?"

"Please let me taste you."

His smile came slow, and mean. "Not yet."

He turned back to the blonde, pushed her head down again. She opened wide and took him fast this time, slurping loud, gagging a little as he hit the back of her throat. His hand gripped her hair tighter. His hips moved sharp-once, twice, three times. Each thrust made her choke softly, her eyes watering, but she kept going. Her tongue swirled around the head every time he pulled back.

I watched every bit. The way his balls tightened up. The veins on his cock bulging under her lips. The spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth, running down in strings. He breathed heavier, his chest rising really fast. Sweat gleamed on his skin, making the dragon tattoo look alive.

She sucked harder.. Her hand twisted at the base, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. Wet, sloppy sounds got louder-gluck, gluck, like she was drowning in him. He groaned, his free hand clenching into a fist. "That's it," he muttered in his thick voice. "Take it all."

Her pace picked up, bobbing fast, her lips red and stretched. Spit dripped onto the floor now, pooling between her knees. I could hear her breathing through her nose, quick and ragged. His hips jerked forward one more time. His eyes shut for a second, head tilting back. His neck muscles stood out like ropes.

A deep, rough sound ripped from his throat as he came. Thick white cum shot out, filling her mouth. She gulped it down, but some spilled over her tongue, running down her chin in sticky lines. Her eyes looked up at him, hungry, as she swallowed what she could. The rest smeared on her lips.

He pulled out slowly, his cock still hard, twitching. Cum and spit mixed on it, shining wet. He slapped it across her face again-once, twice, three times. Each hit made a wet smack, spreading the mess over her cheeks. She licked her lips, catching drops.

Then he turned to me who was still tied up, shaking my wet pussy

He was right about one thing.

I ended up wanting him madly.

Ava's POV

The blonde's knees cracked when she stood up. Her mouth was loaded with his loads. Cum still clung to her chin. She wiped it with the back of her hand very slowly, like she was savoring the taste. Her eyes flicked to me-just once-then she turned away to him. Her eyes stayed locked on him, hungry for approval.

He didn't give it. After all, she was a tool that he'd finished using.

He didn't even look at her. "Go."

The door clicked shut behind her. The air got heavier, and thicker, like the room shrank to just us. My wrists burned against the silk ties. My thighs shook. I couldn't close my legs. I couldn't hide how soaked I was. The sheets under my ass were cold now, wet from me.

He sat on the sofa across from the bed, spreading his legs. Cock in his fist. Still hard and throbbing.

Fuck.

It was as thick as Leon's-maybe thicker. Veins roped down the shaft, pulsing under his slow strokes. The head of his dick was slick with spit and cum. He didn't rush. Just watched me with his dark eyes.

I squirmed. The ties bit deeper. My nipples ached so hard they hurt. I wanted to scream and beg. I wanted to rip free and crawl to him. But I couldn't. I just stared.

He watched me squirm with a smirk on his lips. "Enjoying the view?" His voice was gravel and tempting.

I couldn't answer. My mouth was dry. He stroked faster for a beat, his abs flexing with each stroke, and the dragon tattoo on his chest seeming to coil tighter.

His thumb swiped over the tip, smearing his precum. He brought it to his mouth. and licked it clean.

"Ohh shit" I muttered to myself. My pussy clenched so hard I whimpered.

Finally, He stood, his cock bobbing as he walked slowly. He stopped at the edge of the bed and towered over me.

His fingers grabbed my chin. Hard. Tilted my face up. His thumb pressed into my bottom lip, parting it.

"That," he said, voice low and rough, "was your punishment."

I tried to speak but couldn't. My tongue felt very thick.

He leaned in. His breath was hot against my ear. "Now, you're exactly where you need to be."

His grip tightened on my chin, his nails digging in. Not enough to bruise but just enough to remind me who held the reins.

Leon never talked like this. Leon fucked like a storm-fast, brutal, and gone. This club guy? He was a slow blade, cutting me deeper with every second.

I swallowed. My voice cracked up. "I want to feel you." I paused. My chest heaved. "Inside me."

His eyes flashed. Something dark and hungry.

"That's more like it."

He let go of me. My chin throbbed where his fingers had been.

He turned to the drawer again. Pulled out a black leather case and snapped it open. Inside it was metal clamps, a slim silver vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a blindfold.

"Holy shit" I cried out in my mind. My stomach flipped.

He didn't ask for my say to proceed as he never needed it. Just picked up the clamps.

He pinched my left nipple very hard. I gasped. The sting shot straight to my clit as he clipped the first one on. Then the second. My back arched off the bed. The chain between them tugged with every breath.

He flicked it once.

I cried out.

"Good girl."

He grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. He didn't touch me with it yet. Just held it close, letting the buzz tease the air near my thighs.

I arched my back the more. "Please-"

He pressed it to my inner thigh instead of my pussy. Not yet. The vibration crawled up my leg. Just as my hips chased it, he pulled it away.

"Stay still."

I couldn't. My body wouldn't listen.

He set the vibrator down and grabbed the lube. He poured it over his fingers.

He shoved my thighs apart. My panties were soaked through, clinging to my lips. He didn't take them off. Just pushed them aside.

Two fingers slid in without no warning.

I moaned very loud. My walls clenched around him. He curled them until he found that perfect spot.

My eyes rolled back immediately he touched it. He pumped slow. In. Out. The lube made wet sounds. I actually whined the moment his thumb brushed my clit.

He then added a third finger and stretched me. The burn was just perfect. My hips rolled, trying to fuck his hand. He let me for a second then pinned my thigh down with his free hand.

"Greedy."

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to my mouth. He. shoved them in.

"Suck."

I did. This was the first time I actually tasted myself. It was salty and sweet. His eyes never left mine.

He pulled them out with a pop and wiped them on my cheek.

Then he stood, grabbed his cock and sapped it against my panties. Hard. The head thudded against my clit through the fabric.

I jerked, pain and pleasure twisted together.

He rubbed the length of him along my slit, up and down. The cotton dragged over my clit. His precum mixed with mine. The friction was maddening.

I tried to lift my hips. He pushed them down.

"Not yet."

It was as if he was experimenting on me. What I find funny is how I enjoyed every bit of his control.

He hooked his fingers in my panties and tore them slowly down my legs. The fabric scraped over my skin.

He tossed them aside, spread me open with his thumbs.

"Fuck, you're dripping."

He grabbed the vibrator again. He placed it on higher setting now before he pressed it to my clit.

I screamed.

He didn't move it. He just held it there. The buzz shot through me like lightning. My thighs shook. The clamps pulled tighter with every jerk.

He leaned down and bit my neck.

I came.

It was hard and fast. My pussy clenched around nothing. Juices gushed out, soaking his hand. My vision blurred.

He didn't stop. I never wanted him to do so anyways. He kept the vibrator pinned until another orgasm hit me. I sobbed.

He pulled it away. Finally,

My body went limp. Sweat cooled on my skin.

He untied the silk. My arms flopped down.

Before I realized it, he grabbed my hair and yanked me up. My face inches from his cock.

"Suck it."

It hit me like a slap.

It was then I realised-holy shit- I am going to fuck him.