Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Silvan keeps fucking me, chasing his own orgasm as he groans and curses through mine.
I feel a savage spark of satisfaction when I look over at Dylan’s red face and see his eyes focused straight ahead because he knows my boyfriend will beat his ass if he looks this way.
I have the best boyfriend.
He’s exactly what I never knew I needed.
I feel warmth as Silvan reaches his climax and shoots his cum deep in my pussy. I’ve never wanted it as much as I do right now.
He drops to the floor beside me and pulls me into his arms in one smooth motion. I curl up close, feeling my exposed stomach press against his hot skin.
“That was amazing,” I say, though it probably goes without saying.
The corners of his mouth tug up. “Agreed.”
I don’t want to mention Dylan and risk spoiling the moment, but I’ve never had sex with an audience before, and the realization of what we just did—what I initiated—makes my skin hot. I wonder what Silvan must think of me, if he’s surprised.
I don’t know what came over me. Seeing him dominate and humiliate Dylan… I wanted to serve him. I needed his cock right then and there.
“I can’t believe we had sex in front of him.”
“I’m glad we did,” he says, curling his arm around my back to pull me closer and glancing menacingly in Dylan’s direction. “Now the little fucker finally knows what it looks like when you want it.”
Chapter Forty
Silvan
Sophie snuggles up next to me on the floor, her soft hand absently caressing my chest, her perfect little lips kissing my left pec and along my shoulder.
She’s soft as hell right now, her body—and sense of vengeance, perhaps—satisfied.
Not mine, though.
I won’t tell her that right now. I just want to enjoy her. I told Dare he was welcome to put a little fear into her as long as he didn’t hurt her because I know fear always warms Sophie up, but I didn’t expect her to be this warmed up.
As we lie tangled together on the floor, she confesses all about the fake phone call she made, acting like it’s the worst thing anyone has ever done. I smirk at her because, hell, it’s not even the worst thing someone in this room has done. But she apologizes to me anyway, and I let her. I kiss her pretty, apologetic lips and smile when she adds that since it was all a mix-up, we should probably let slimy Dylan go. Make him sign an NDA or something so he doesn’t go blabbing about all this.
She’s adorable.
While she was clearly down to fuck in front of the bastard, I’m not so sure she’ll be down for the rest of what I have planned, and I want to enjoy her company a bit before I do anything that could ruin it.
So I order our ottoman back over to the couch and make us a bowl of popcorn. I turn on a movie and cuddle up with Sophie on the couch. I even make her put her feet up for a while. She seems to feel guilty about it at first since—unlike me and Dylan—she’s not comfortable treating human beings like pieces of shit. But Dylan’s going to learn what it’s like to be helpless and humiliated before I put him out of his misery later, and I’m not letting him out of it just because she’s a colossally better person than either one of us.
I knew Sophie was faking the phone call.
I didn’t catch the call on the pen recording. I put more of the pens out because she seemed to like them. From the moment she found my pen in her bag, it’s the one she used for everything.
But I watched her sit there and inspect the pen on the feed from the cameras in the apartment. I watched her compare it to her phone, and then, mysteriously, a few minutes later, she got her phone call. Only there was no call on the screen, and it was lit up when she put it to her ear and put it back down.
I know what a phone call looks like on an iPhone.
Of course, she didn’t know I was watching video footage. Maybe if I’d been listening to just an audio recording, it would have worked.
In any case, I explicitly told Sophie what would happen if I caught her fucking around with some other guy, and then she turned around and made an effort to make it look like she was.
Clearly, she wanted me to go after the guy.
Maybe it’s an unconscious thing. Maybe she doesn’t even realize it’s what she wants.
But I realize it, so I’m gonna give it to her.
I don’t like the idea of Dylan existing in the world anyway. Not only did he touch my girl when she didn’t want him to, but he disrespected her time and time again, and that’s not something I can let him get away with.