He fucks me raw, pounding and thrusting into me like a demented man. Sweat glistens on his ink-covered chest as he screws me into the bed and tightens his grip on me in a way I know will leave bruises.
But that’s the least of my worries now because he’s edging me, and I’m close to the brink of insanity. Every time my orgasm rises and I’m ready to fall apart, he stops, stilling his cock and halting his fingers.
And every time, I cry inside in sheer frustration.
He will pay for this. The gloves are off this time, and it’s all-out fucking war now.
Beyond frustrated, I shout against the gag in my mouth and move what parts of my body I can even though I know there is no way I can break free. I refuse to lie here docile and just take it.
His dark chuckle is quickly becoming my least favorite sound as he smirks at me with amusement. “You can try to deny this all you want, but your body gives you away every time. Your cunt can’t get enough of my cock,” he says, sliding it in and out in a more leisurely fashion. “It doesn’t matter what you say; Chad will never believe I forced you into this. Not when he sees the evidence.”
Pressure sits on my chest as alarm bells screech in my ears at his words. It’s how he’s able to untie his belt from my headboard and flip me around until I’m on my stomach. My wrists are still restrained at my back when he lifts me up on my knees and slams back inside me. We are both kneeling on the bed with my back to his sweat-slickened chest and his cock buried deep inside my cunt when he grips my chin and angles my head toward my bedside table. His cell is propped up against my lamp, and I see the flashing red light, confirming he’s recording this.
Silent tears spill down my cheeks as he pivots his hips and fucks into me from behind.
His thrusts are rough, aggressive, possessive, celebratory, and all the fight seeps out of me.
One muscular arm traps me across my middle while his free hand covers my gagged mouth as he picks up his pace and screws the shit out of me. “Come, slutty little sis. Come all over my cock like you’ve been dying to.” His fingers creep down my stomach, reaching my clit and rubbing aggressively. The second he pinches my oversensitive bud, I explode, detonating into a thousand tiny pieces, hating how much pleasure he has given me while simultaneously destroying me.
Ares continues fucking me after my climax has abated before pulling out and pushing me flat on my back. Kneeling over me, his winning smirk pins me in place as he fucks his hand in a fast skillful manner. A loud roar bounces off the walls, and his dick jerks as he starts to come. Ropes of hot cum stream over my bare breasts and across my face as he unleashes his release all over me, completing the ruination.
I know what he’s done.
I know what happens next.
I just lost Chad too.
ChapterForty-Six
Ashley
Isit on the bottom step of the stairs, carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders as I watch Chad lift the last of his bags. Pushing up, I stand in front of him, blocking the doorway, before he can walk out of my life forever. “I’m so sorry, Chad. If I could take it all back, I would.”
“I might have believed that until the prick sent me the video.”
I didn’t sleep a wink all night knowing what I needed to do. I knew Ares would send the video to Chad, so I snuck into his room and took Chad’s cell, deleting the video, because I wanted to be the one to tell him what I had done.
I fessed up to everything at six a.m. this morning when I woke Chad. I told him about the shower. Ares jerking off in front of me in Chad’s bedroom. The kiss in the hallway, and my biggest mistake of all, fucking him last night. I didn’t play the manipulation card because it wouldn’t have been the truth.
Deep down, I knew it wasn’t Chad or Jase in bed with me. All the clues were there. And Ares was right. I told him to stop, but I didn’t mean it. I was loving it too much to end it, even knowing how it would ruin things with Chad.
I am glad I told Chad the truth because Ares covered all his bases, sending a copy of the video to Chad’s email, which he discovered a couple of hours after he broke up with me for cheating on him with his rival.
I fight tears because I have no right to my hurt feelings. I did this. I’m the one who broke us up. Yes, we were teetering on a cliff, but my actions pushed us over the ledge. “It is the truth. I never wanted any of this to happen.”
“I don’t believe you.” He folds his arms and glares at me. “That prick has been pushing you for weeks, and you didn’t say one word. Not a single fucking word. This whole time my world has come crashing down around me, and you’ve been fooling around with him.”
His eyes fill with disgust as he looks me over. “To think I wasted years of my life with you. You’re nothing but a cheating whore. You’re some bitch for criticizing Jase for cheating when you’re no better. To think I broke my friendship with him over that for you. I’m just glad he has forgiven me. At least I know I can always count on Jase to have my back.”
“I’ve had your back too, and I only ever wanted what’s best for you.”
He grinds his teeth as he puts his face all up in mine. “News flash, whore. It’s not you. Now get the fuck out of my face.”
I step aside, swallowing painfully over the messy ball of emotion in my throat. “I’ll always love you, Chad, and I’ll always regret how we ended.”
His lips twist into an ugly sneer, and I brace myself for whatever will come out of his mouth. “I’ll always hate you and regret we didn’t end sooner.”
“I deserve that.”
