Jake’s mouth moved furiously inside the box, shouting, screaming but not a sound came out. Kylee’s knees weakened. Rio’s mouth brushed against her ear, his words dark and intimate. “This is poetic, isn’t it? He can hear us. Every word. He gets to listen while I give you the life he never could. He gets to hear you laugh again, hear you moan for me upstairs in our bed, while he rots in silence.”
Kylee shivered, torn between horror and a pulse of heat at the raw dominance in his voice. “Rio…”
He turned her gently to face him, his hands cradling her face. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “He crushed you, Kylee. He broke your heart, your trust, your spirit. Now I’m going to crush him the same way piece by piece. And you’re going to watch him fade while you rise.”
Behind the glass, Jake slammed his fists until his knuckles bled. But only silence reached them. Kylee’s eyes stayed fixed on Jake, trapped in the glass box like some caged animal, his rage muted into nothing. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. “I… I don’t even know what to say.”
Rio stepped closer, tilting her chin so her eyes met his. “Say you see it now. Say you understand that he can never hurt you again. That he’s already lost.”
Her throat tightened. “It feels… wrong,” she whispered, tears welling. “But… after everything he’s done to me…to us….I can’t feel sorry for him. Not anymore.”
Rio’s expression softened just slightly, his thumb brushing away a tear on her cheek. “Good. Don’t waste sympathy on a man who didn’t hesitate to destroy you. He thought he could buy you off, silence your pain, replace his betrayal with concert tickets. But all he did was hand you to me. His mistake.”
Kylee glanced back at the glass box. Jake’s eyes burned with fury, his fists pounding harder, but the silence made it almost pathetic. She felt something shift inside her grief twisting into a cold kind of vindication.
Her voice wavered, but she forced the words out. “Maybe this is karma. Maybe he deserves to sit there and feel what I felt powerless. Broken.”
Rio’s lips curved into a dark, proud smile. “That’s my girl.” He kissed her forehead, lingering there with quiet intensity. “Upstairs, life goes on. You’ll laugh again. You’ll love again. He’ll hear every second of it. That will be his prison.”
Kylee’s unease didn’t vanish, her stomach still knotted. For the first time since her marriage fell apart, she felt something dangerous but undeniable… control.
Rio slid his arm around Kylee’s waist as he pushed the heavy curtain aside. Behind it, the hidden chamber stretched out rich velvet, mirrors, low lighting, and a decadent arrangement of furniture that made the space feel more like a fantasy than a room. Kylee gasped. “Oh my god…” Her eyes darted to the glass box in the corner. Jake’s eyes went wide, his fists slamming against the transparent walls, but no sound carried out.
“This,” Rio said smoothly, his voice dripping with command, “is where the truth gets revealed.” He leaned closer to the glass, smirking at Jake. “See, Kylee deserves to know what a real man is. Not a coward who cheats in his office with the first young thing who bats her lashes. Not a man who calls the most natural part of a woman disgusting.”
Kylee’s breath caught in her chest. The sting of Rio’s words echoed her own pain walking in on Jake and Rachel, seeing her husband dismiss her needs so easily. Rio tilted his head back toward her, his eyes burning with dark promise. “Tonight, he doesn’t get to touch. Doesn’t get to speak. He only gets to watch. Watch what it looks like when someone actually worships you.”
Kylee’s hands trembled slightly. She hated how much it excited her, and hated the flutter deep in her belly. It felt wrong… but it also felt like power. For once, Jake was the one who had to choke on betrayal. She whispered, almost to herself, “He deserves this…”
Rio’s lips brushed her ear as he murmured, “Every second of it.”
Jake pounded on the glass again, his face a mask of fury and humiliation. But his rage only seemed to fuel the fire between Kylee and Rio as they stepped deeper into the room, leaving Jake to watch helplessly, caged, and broken.
Kylee stood awkwardly in the center of the room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. He glanced at the glass box, her eyes locking with Jake’s for a brief moment before she quickly looked away. There was something unreadable in her expression: a mix of discomfort and curiosity, maybe even a flicker of satisfaction.
“You sure about this, Rio?” Kylee asked, her voice trembling slightly as she gestured toward Jake’s glass prison.
Rio chuckled, low and deep. “Positive. He needs to learn, Kylee. Real men don’t cheat on their wives. Real men take care of their women.” He stepped closer to her, his fingers trailing lightly along her arm. “Real men eat pussy like it’s the last meal they’ll ever have.”
Kylee flushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. She bit her lower lip, her gaze flickering toward Jake again. “I don’t know… this feels… weird.”
Rio’s smirk widened. “Weird… or hot? Admit it, Kylee. You’ve been wanting to make him pay ever since you walked in on him fucking Rachel at the office.”
Her breath hitched, and she looked down at her feet. “I mean… yeah. He deserves it. But this is…”
“Perfect,” Rio finished for her. He cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “Trust me. You’re going to love this.”
Jake pounded on the glass, his mouth moving in a silent scream. His face was beet red, veins bulging in his neck as he shouted words they couldn’t hear. But Rio didn’t even glance his way. He was too focused on Kylee, his hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her closer.
“Let me show you how a real man treats you,” Rio murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Kylee’s spine.
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, her body relaxing into his touch. Rio’s hands moved up her sides, his fingers brushing against the lace of her dress. He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, “Good girl.”
Jake slammed his fists against the glass again, his face contorted with rage. But inside the box, his efforts were useless.
The soundproof walls muffled his fury, leaving him powerless to stop what was about to happen.
Rio’s hands slid down to the hem of Kylee’s dress, lifting it slowly as his lips found hers. The kiss was passionate, hungry, and full of intent. Kylee melted into it, her arms winding around his neck as she kissed him back. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, anger at Jake, desire for Rio, and a strange thrill at the idea of being watched.
