He has no idea.
I’m standing here, balls deep in the woman he threw away, actively working on replacing him.
"Youcouldn'thandle her," I say, reaching around to cup Blair’s tit through her sweater. I pinch her nipple. She bucks against me and I do it again. "That's exactly why I stepped in."
"I dumped her!" Ryder protests. "She was boring and a dead fish in bed."
I look at the woman currently trembling apart in my arms. The woman who is taking every inch of me and begging for more with her body language.
"Maybe you just didn't know which buttons to push," I say darkly.
"She’s a gold digger," Ryder spits. "She’s probably manipulating you right now."
I look down at her. She is manipulating me. She has me wrapped around her little finger. And I have never been happier to be used.
I pick up the pace.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of skin on skin is rhythmic. Wet.
"Are you... are you applauding something?" Ryder asks, confused.
"I told you, I'm watching the news," I snap. "Someone just got what was coming to them."
Blair is close. I can feel her tightening around me. She’s fighting it, trying to stay silent, but she’s losing.
"Whatever," Ryder huffs. "James offered me a job, by the way. A real job. Since you won't give me any actual responsibility."
"James is using you," I say, my focus narrowing to the sensation of Blair’s internal muscles milking me as my head falls back as my eyes close. "He wants access to Hollis Properties. If you take that job, you're out. For good."
"You always threaten that!"
"Try me."
I’m so fucking close.
I grab Blair’s hair, pulling her head back until her ear is next to my mouth. I bite the shell of her ear.
"Be a good boy, Ryder," I groan out, the words having a double meaning as I drive into his ex-girlfriend one final, devastating time. "Do as you're told."
"You're such an asshole," Ryder mutters.
He hangs up.
The second the line goes dead, Blair screams.
She comes violently, her body bowing against the ladder.
And then I’m following her over the edge.
Falling, falling, fucking falling.
I empty myself into her, groaning as the pleasure rips through me. I pour every drop of frustration, every ounce of rage, every bit of obsession I have into her womb.
I breed her under the light of the Christmas tree while the ghost of my son’s voice fades into the silence.
It’s an experience I know I’ll be chasing the high of for the rest of my life.
