My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 180: Finish Line

Harry thrust into her without hesitation, unapologetic and all-consuming.

Eve cried out, her voice echoing through the room as her nails raked across his back and arm, clinging to him like her life depended on it.

"Ahh... Harry..." she gasped, her head falling back, lips parted, eyes fluttering shut as the sensation overtook her.

He wasn’t unaffected either—Harry groaned, deep and guttural, as he felt her slick, aching walls welcome him in with ease.

"Fuck..." he hissed through clenched teeth. "You’re drenched... so fucking tight and wet. God, I fucking love it..."

Eve didn’t even hear his words—she was too far gone, lost in the rhythm of his slow, deliberate movements, each thrust stoking the fire he’d ignited in her.

Their bodies moved in a sensual memory of the past, passion reborn in the present. It wasn’t just sex—it was a reckoning.

Every suppressed emotion, every silent longing, every aching regret they had buried for years now unraveled between them. It was as if Pandora’s box had burst open, unleashing everything they had tried to forget.

And they welcomed it—every flame, every ghost, every whisper of what once was... now reignited into something far more dangerous, far more consuming.

As much as Harry tried to maintain a slow, measured rhythm—to let her body reacquaint itself with the stretch of him, with the sheer size that once claimed her—his restraint began to slip.

The sensation of her warmth gripping him, the way her moans danced in his ears, made it impossible to stay gentle for long.

With a hoarse growl, he gave in.

His pace quickened without warning, each thrust more forceful than the last—raw, hungry, and unrelenting. He slammed into her, hips crashing against hers in a wild cadence of need. The bed creaked beneath them, the sheets tangled around their limbs, as Eve’s voice rang out in gasps and cries of ecstasy.

"Harry! Ahh—!" she wailed, arching beneath him, her fingers digging into his flesh, her nails leaving red trails of pleasure on his skin. Her thoughts blurred—there was no room for anything else. No past, no pain. Only him. Only this.

Her eyes fluttered open, desperate to anchor herself—and met his gaze.

Time froze.

What she saw there shattered her. It wasn’t just lust. It was fire. It was love. It was longing etched into every glance, every movement of his body against hers. He didn’t just want her—he needed her. Soul-deep.

"Ahh... Harry... My love..." she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion as her hand reached toward his face.

But her words unraveled him.

"Fuck, Eve," he groaned, his voice ragged, broken with intensity. "You’re driving me insane. You’re so goddamn seductive."

And with that, he lost all sense of control. He pounded into her harder, deeper, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Her outstretched hand dropped to his arm, clutching it like a lifeline as the waves of his desire crashed over her, relentless and consuming.

Each thrust spoke what his lips couldn’t.

You’re mine. Only mine.

And with every breathless cry she gave him in return, she answered the same.

But just when Eve thought he’d completely surrender to the storm, Harry slowed.

His movements softened—still deep, still calculated, but painted now with reverence. His hands roamed her body, not as a man fueled by lust alone, but as someone rediscovering every inch of sacred territory he’d once claimed and lost.

His lips brushed against her cheek, then her jaw, then her lips—slow, sensual kisses that lingered like whispered promises.

"I missed you... so fucking much," he murmured against her skin, voice husky with emotion. "Every freaking day, Eve."

Her eyes filled with tears—not from pain, but from the weight of everything that was finally being felt, finally being said without words.

"I missed you too..." she breathed, cupping his face, holding him like he was both her anchor and her undoing.

Their foreheads touched, sweat mingling, breaths synced. His thrusts remained deep and slow, each one like a heartbeat, like a vow.

With her legs wrapped around him, she held him close—closer than ever. And he stayed there, inside her, moving to the rhythm of their hearts, until their bodies began to tremble together.

She purposely clenched her walls, squeezing him tight, making him moan ever so loudly.

"FUCK! So fucking good, do it again!" he said.

So she did and continued doing it whenever he pushed in deep and released whenever he pulled out.

She skillfully repeated it over and over until the tension coiled tight in their cores, waiting to snap.

Until it felt like nothing had ever been lost between them.

And just before they reached the peak, just before the wave crested and crashed—

A sound.

The sound of the keypads of the lock of the door was heard.

Someone was trying to get into Eve’s apartment.

Their bodies froze. Their breath caught.

Eve’s eyes widened, still glazed with pleasure but now marked with panic. Harry looked toward the door, jaw clenched, protective instinct flaring in his chest.

"Who else knows your door code?" Harry asked breathlessly, his voice low but sharp with urgency.

Eve’s eyes widened in sudden horror. Her hand flew to her mouth, muffling a gasp. A name escaped her lips like a nightmare.

"Cassey..."

Harry froze for a beat. "Oh, fuck!" he growled, his eyes darting to hers, the panic written clear across his face. "What now?"

"Just—go, go—finish faster," she whispered, eyes pleading, panic and desire warring within her.

A wicked grin curled on Harry’s lips, heat sparking in his gaze. Her words had the opposite effect—they excited him.

"Challenge accepted".

Without a second of hesitation, he drove into her, harder, deeper, with renewed hunger. The intensity was unbearable. Eve had to bite both hands to keep from crying out, her body convulsing with every delicious thrust.

Harry, too, was unraveling. The pleasure was too much. To silence himself, he sank his teeth into her shoulder—not enough to hurt, just enough to sting and ground himself—before sealing the bite with a deep, ravenous kiss.

Then came the crescendo.

With one final, soul-shattering thrust, Eve shattered around him. Her body clenched and pulsed, gripping his cock in a rhythm that dragged him over the edge. He groaned against her skin, filling her completely as he spilled every last drop inside her.

For a breathless moment, they were weightless, floating in the aftershock of their release.

And then—

*Click*

The door handle turned.

A rectangle of light from the living room sliced into the dim bedroom.

"Fucking hell!" a voice barked.

There, framed in the doorway, stood Greg, with little Cassey dozing peacefully in his arms.

"Oops! Wrong room! Definitely not Cassey’s!" Cammy’s voice chimed in right after, her eyes wide as saucers.

She yanked Greg back and slammed the door shut with a loud thud.

For two full seconds, Harry and Eve stared at the door in stunned silence.

Then Eve’s shoulders began to shake.

She started chuckling.

Harry turned to her, wide-eyed.

And then they both burst into uncontrollable laughter—naked, tangled in each other, caught in chaos—utterly, perfectly undone.

They dressed in a frantic haze, breathless and flushed, barely composed as they stepped out of the bedroom.

The warm, muted light of the living room greeted them—along with Greg, who stood by the window, arms crossed and mischief dancing in his eyes.

The moment he heard the soft creak of the door opening, he turned his head slowly, that unmistakable teasing smile already tugging at his lips.

He tried to hold back the laughter—but failed spectacularly.

"Well," Greg said, voice dripping with amusement. "Cassey stirred a little when I laid her down, but Cammy’s getting her to sleep now. Sorry we, uh... interrupted...

We saw your car parked outside and figured you’d already picked her up. So when we walked into Cammy’s place and found Cassey passed out on the couch, we were confused as hell."

His grin widened.

"And when Chiqui mentioned something about you two having a rough night, Cammy panicked and said we should come check on you guys. We thought you might be fighting... We decided to bring Cassey along, hoping that her presence would stop you two from arguing."

He raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Turned out you were—but not the kind we expected."

Greg bit both lips, shoulders shaking, clearly on the verge of losing it.

Then Cammy emerged from Cassey’s room.

"Ah, so you’re done?" she asked, deadpan. "We didn’t interrupt you mid-climax, did we?"

That did it. Greg let out a full belly laugh, doubling over.

Eve smirked, crossing her arms. "No worries, Cammy. Your timing was perfect. We hit the finish line."

"Good to hear!" Cammy nodded, utterly unfazed. "Cassey’s sound asleep now. So, we’ll just head out and—"

"Not so fast," Harry cut in, his voice sharp and serious.

The air shifted instantly.

Cammy froze mid-step. Greg straightened. Eve turned toward him, brows slightly furrowed.

"There’s something you all need to know," Harry continued, his tone grave, the playfulness gone from his eyes. "All three of you. Right now."

A tense silence filled the room, heavy and electric.

Whatever he was about to say—it would change everything.