“Matthias,” she pleads, voice breaking. “It hurts—please…”
“So did your betrayal.” I yank her hair back, forcing her to arch. She howls as I pry her ass apart and shove a finger into her tight hole, twisting.
“Do you like that, my little traitor?” I sneer. “You wanted me to fuck you. You’re getting what you want, no?”
She goes quiet, breath ragged, moans filling the room as I lose control, fucking her like a rutting animal. I pound into her harder, faster, gripping her hair, torturing her body.
She wants to be fucked. I fuck her.
I’ve always been restrained with her, more vanilla than I like. I’d planned to show her my darker needs in time.
Now, I don’t have to.
She’ll get it all.
“I—” She doesn’t finish before her pussy clamps down around my cock, her scream tearing free.
“Fuck,” I snarl. “So fucking tight.”
My control snaps. I pull out and spill myself across her lower back, rubbing myself until every last drop marks her skin.
I release her hair, straighten, and pull up my pants. Ava stays bent over the couch, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat.
She’s stunning.
I turn and leave without another glance.
Ava wanted to be fucked.
So I fucked her.
That’s all she gets from me.
twenty-three
The harsh, unrelenting pounding of the scalding water beats down on my back as I scrub at my skin. The hot water does nothing to soothe the ache in my chest Matthias created.
Fucking bastard.
Asshole.
I complained once about him treating me like a whore. Now I honestly know how it feels.
Fucked and dismissed.
He wants to play it that way?
Fine with me.
I have no problem playing his game, and I’ll be sure to play it better. The best way to win a game is to know the rules; that way you know how to break them.
Matthias has shown his cards, and now I know exactly how to play him, just like he played me.
This isn’t a game he was going to win.
twenty-four
“You need to relax, Ava,” Leon instructs as he leads me around the large space he cleared in the formal dining room. The suave Italian is trying his best to turn my two left feet into dancing feet. Which is like trying to turn an ugly duckling into a swan.
