All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Jace POVI stare at the both of them, my brain struggling to process what I just walked into.“You know what?” I exhale, shaking my head. “I don’t even want to know what the next round was gonna be.”Rich smirks. “I think we were heading toward human sacrifice, honestly.”I don’t laugh, because deep down, I fully believe he’s not joking.I stare at Rich, who is still comfortably on all fours, looking way too okay with the fact that he just admitted to being Serena’s pet. Then I look at Serena, who is still wiping tears from her eyes, laughing like this is the best night of her life.Exhaling slowly, I cross my arms. “So let me get this straight.”Rich grins. “Please, recap. I’d love to hear how this sounds coming from you.”I shoot him a glare before continuing. “Serena licked a wall. You drew a dick on her face. She made you kneel at her feet like a servant. Then she drank something that probably should’ve been illegal. And now, you’re crawling around my penthouse, barking.”Serena s

Jace POVLifting her arms, I wrap the belt around her wrists, securing them against the headboard with slow, deliberate movements, watching her reaction the entire time. Her breath catches, but she doesn’t fight it, doesn’t try to pull away. She likes this, giving up control, letting me take it.Leaning down, I kiss her slowly, deeply, hands dragging down her sides, over the curves of her body. She shivers beneath my touch, every muscle tensed with anticipation.Pushing myself up, I unbutton my jeans, kicking them off without breaking eye contact. Her gaze drops, tracking the movement, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she takes me in.A chuckle rumbles in my throat. “Like what you see?”She lifts her chin, smirking. “I’ve had better.”A slow grin spreads across my face. “Oh, firefly. That’s the last mistake you’re making tonight.”Hooking my hands beneath her thighs, I yank her further down the bed, aligning myself perfectly against her soaked core. She gasps, a sharp, needy soun

Jace POVHer eyes are barely focused, her hands trembling as they reach for me, but she doesn’t even have the strength to hold on. She’s still trying, still desperate to take more, even though she has nothing left to give.I smirk, gripping her jaw, tilting her face up, forcing her to look at me. “Look at you,” I mock, my fingers digging into her cheeks, feeling the way her breath stutters against my skin. “You can barely fucking think, can you?”A weak, broken whimper slips from her lips, her body twitching beneath me, but she doesn’t deny it. She can’t. There’s nothing left of her but the mess I’ve turned her into.“You wanted this,” I murmur, dragging my free hand down her body, across her ribs, over her stomach, feeling the way she shudders under my touch. “You wanted me to fuck you. And now look at you, shaking, ruined, completely fucking wrecked.”She gasps softly when my fingers slide between her legs, brushing against her soaked, swollen clit, teasing her, making her whimper a

Serena POVA loud, solid thud echoes from the bar, and I glance over mid-spin just in time to see Rich slam his forehead against the countertop, his drink rattling from the impact.I burst out laughing, gripping the pole to steady myself as I watch him stay there for a second, like he’s fully accepted his fate, like he’s actually mourning his own impending death.Finally, he lifts his head, his expression blank, defeated, before turning his gaze toward me. And then, he flips me off.I lose it, my laughter breaking past the music, the moment so ridiculously perfect that I nearly slide right off the pole.Still holding his middle finger in the air, he takes his drink, downs the rest of it in one go, and slams the empty glass onto the bar.I grin at him, flipping him off back, still spinning, still completely unbothered.Rich just shakes his head, muttering under his breath. “I’m so fucking dead.”I spin on the pole one last time before hopping down, sauntering back to the bar like I did

Jace POVShe smirks up at me like she sees the exact moment I remember.“Oops,” she whispers.Rich groans, dragging his hands down his face. “Nope. I’m not here for this. You two figure your shit out, and if I make it through this night without getting murdered for association, I’ll consider that a win.”Oops, that's the last fucking straw.Rich moves, but before he can even take a step, I grab Serena and drag her into me, pushing her back against the office door, my body locking her in place.Rich freezes mid-motion, eyes wide. “What the fuck—”“Oops? Fucking Oops?” I say, my voice low, dark, final.Rich blinks. “Oh, fuck that." He points a finger at me. “No. Absolutely not. I am not about to sit here and be a hostage to whatever the fuck this is."I ignore him, my focus locked on Serena, her body pressed against the door, completely trapped between it and me.She exhales slowly, her hands flat against my chest, but she doesn’t push me away. She wouldn’t dare.That smirk is still the