CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER 10

YURIA POV:

Yuria awoke from a restless sleep as her phone buzzed. She looked at Miranda's name on the screen, a gradual smirk forming on her lips as she read the syrupy message.

"Hi, bestie! Just checking in! Can't wait to go home and hear about your week. "I love you!"

Yuria snorted mockingly as she typed out a reassuring response, her lip clenched between her teeth. "All good here, Just missing you like crazy!"

The lie came out with practiced ease, no hint of guilt interfering with the wicked delight coursing through Yuria's veins. These days, deceiving her so-called "best friend" was as easy as breathing.

Miranda had no idea how severely she was being betrayed. By her boyfriend, no less, the boy she claimed to love with every fiber of her being. And by Yuria herself, the girl she regarded as her closest confidant. Her sister.

As she reread Miranda's nauseatingly lovely endearments, Yuria let out a sharp whoop of laughing. "God, you are just painfully fucking clueless sometimes, aren't you?" she said, shaking her head in grim amusement.

Yuria's spine tingled with reckless exhilaration as she imagined Miranda's bright, eager eyes swirling in heartbreaking sorrow. She was terrified at the prospect of her friend eventually realizing the awful reality - that the person she considered her soul sister had not only been sleeping with her beloved lover but had relished every agonizing minute of it.

Yuria's gaze shifted to her tangled bedsheets, thoughts of the recent encounter she had with Caleb Just last week before today’s encounter, “ Caleb’s hot caresses and reckless abandon slamming over her in dizzying waves of arousal. They had hardly passed the front door when he was on her, his massive hands caressing her body with a rough, possessive intensity that left her breathless and weak in the knees.

"Couldn't even wait until we made it upstairs, could you?" She purred the words into the empty bedroom, her voice husky and suggestive of satisfaction. "You wanted me so damn bad you were practically devouring me right there in the foyer..."

A heavy shiver racked Yuria's petite form as she recalled the burning pictures with shameless clarity: Caleb pinning her to the wall, his stiffened length grinding brazenly against her inner thigh through the thin barrier of her skirt. The wet heat of his mouth left a vivid trail down the column of her throat as she writhed against him, yearning for more...

These weren't the furtive, guilt-ridden fumblings of their previous trysts when the thrill of their immorality was still fresh and difficult to pass through. No, this was genuine, undisguised possession - two people indulged in their wild, raw desires without any restriction.

And the fact that he so openly claimed her beneath the same house where Miranda's sweet, guileless images shone down from almost every surface simply added to Yuria's perverse enjoyment.

Because the reality was, she no longer cared about being the filthy little secret Miranda would undoubtedly accuse her of. She enjoyed it. Caleb flaunted her like a scandalous prize, the result of his pure arrogance and unwavering pursuit of his own selfish goals.

This was her compensation, her well-deserved due after years of being discarded and ignored by the popular crowd. While ladies like Miranda could luxuriate in the easy loves of dominant guys without lifting a finger, Yuria needed it - she wished for that same degree of smoldering intensity to be directed her way, just once.

She had certainly received her wish spectacularly...over and over again.

"No need to worry about me being a forgettable one-off fling anymore, is there?" Yuria crooned, gently rubbing the painful bite mark Caleb had stamped into the curve of her chest. "Not when I've got you hopelessly, completely fucking addicted, right Caleb? You couldn't get away from this delicious depravity even if you wanted to.”

Giddy with delight and pleasure, she wrote a spur-of-the-moment text to Caleb, needing to hear him reinforce the sentiment personally.

"Are you up for a replay tonight, stud?" I have a few new techniques I'd like to show you."

His response was almost immediate, with that typical confident arrogance seeping through every nonchalant word: "You know it, Yuria. Mom, Dad, and my little sister will be gone tomorrow, so you'll have me all to yourself..."

Yuria tossed her head back against the cushions, shameless laughter bursting from deep within her breast at the overt promise buried in his casual response. She marveled, a rush of twisted joy flowing through her body.

At that moment, as the delicious high of anticipation reached a fever pitch in her veins, Yuria didn't care about anything - not her alleged friendship with Miranda, nor the judgmental sneers she could nearly hear her peers throwing at her if they knew. All that mattered was the towering Caleb on the other end of her screen...hers to take as frequently and indecently as she wanted.

And the fact that she had gladly, gleefully stolen that authority from Miranda's ignorant, grabbing hands with no sense of guilt or remorse...well, that was just the shining cherry on top of her wonderfully forbidden indulgences.

After all, she reflected with a vicious smirk. Why the hell should the good girl have all the fun?

Yuria's phone buzzed insistently from the nightstand, most likely another flurry of messages from Miranda wondering where she was. However, the constant notification did little more than elicit a small murmur of dissatisfaction as Yuria burrowed further into the tangle of blankets.

Her limbs were pleasantly dark, and her muscles still buzzed with the residual effects of exertion and satisfaction from her most recent marathon session with Caleb. They had resumed where they had left off last time, colliding in a feverish fury of tangled limbs and muffled gasps the moment she arrived.

Yuria's body thrummed with bone-deep satisfaction, and the ghost of Caleb's scorching caresses lingered on her tingling skin. She could still taste the salty musk of his exertions on her lips and smell the rich mixture of their mixed passion clinging to the rumpled sheets.

A faint smile spread across her features as she let her sense remnants gradually soothe her into a light sleep. Any misgivings about Miranda's demands on her time and attention paled in comparison to the heady indulgence she had just engaged in.

Yuria's breathing quickly slowed and balanced out, with the occasional tremor creeping through her torn physique as lingering shockwaves of pleasure coursed through her subconscious recollections. The constant ringing of her phone faded into the background, drowned out by visions of burning ecstasies and the rasping rhythms of Caleb's husky endearments that echoed through her dreams.

Miranda could pout and seethe as much as she wanted. In this moment, Yuria had ascended to regions of joy that her so-called best friend could never comprehend, blissfully unaware of the ordinary anxieties and empty supplications of the uninitiated.

Cocooned in the exquisite afterglow of carnal fulfillment, Yuria let the currents of forgetfulness sweep her into blissful unawareness. The rest of the world, with its stupid little dramas, could wait.