James returned from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped low on his waist. Water still clung to his chest, running down the hard lines of muscle, but the heat in his eyes was not from the shower. It was darker, heavier, coiled tight with anger he had been holding in for far too long.
Victoria was seated at the edge of the bed, her back straight, her gaze fixed on him with open hunger. She rose to meet him halfway, her lips parting to kiss him, but James turned his face away. The rejection stung sharp. Her lips pressed together and her hands clenched at her sides.
James sat heavily on the bed, elbows resting on his knees as he looked up at her with a cold, expectant stare. There was no warmth in his eyes, no trace of the adoration that once lived there. It was a condescending challenge, daring her to make her move. Victoria's throat went dry. She knelt before him, her pride discarded, her desperation naked for him to see.
His eyes narrowed as she reached for the towel. She undid the knot with steady hands, pulling it loose. His length hung limp at first, but she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking until the flesh responded. As it hardened in her palm, she leaned in and, without hesitation, took him fully into her mouth.
The sudden action made James flinch. His breath caught, but then he groaned, clutching at her head before shoving her back.
"Ou-ouch. Do you want to bite it off? Get off me," he barked.
Victoria froze, stunned, then quickly nodded, swallowing her pride as she whispered, "No teeth. Got it." She dove back down, determined.
"Stop. Just stop..."
James tried to push her away again, but she was adamant, locking her lips around him and sucking deep. This time she moved without scraping, her tongue sliding against the sensitive underside, massaging the ache she had caused. James's head tilted back as sparks shot through him, torn between fury and the undeniable surge of pleasure.
It was messy. Saliva dripped down her chin, her gagged moans vibrating against him. James stared down at her, her lips stretched around his cock, her eyes dark and glassy. Never in his wildest dreams did he think Victoria would go down on him. She looked like she enjoyed sucking him. He hated the sight as much as it consumed him. He hated that she could still make him feel this way.
With a strangled growl, he pushed her off. Shame burned through him like acid. "I said enough. I'm not doing this anymore."
But before he could stand, Victoria climbed onto him, straddling his lap, her wet heat enveloping him in one swift, reckless move. James grunted at the sudden invasion, his cock buried halfway inside her tight pussy. Inside felt too tight, like she was a virgin all over again.
Her head fell back as she moaned, then she started bouncing hard against him with desperate urgency. Her walls clenched greedily around his length, sucking him deeper with every frantic thrust.
"James… ahh, James, I missed you," she cried out, her voice breaking into shameless moans.
James clenched his jaw as he grabbed her hips, glaring at the obscene sight of her riding him like her life depended on it. She moved with wild hunger, her back arching, breasts heaving, her cries filling the room. He hated her need, hated that she was using his body like an outlet.
She came quickly, squirting in a rush that soaked his thighs and the sheets beneath them. Her body trembled, weak, but James was already dragging her off.
He ripped her top without a care, ignoring her hands as she reached to touch him. When she leaned in to kiss, he turned his head away, brushing her aside like an annoyance. Spinning her around, he pressed both her head and bare chest against the bed frame, his hands then clamped down on her breasts with bruising force.
Victoria moaned from the roughness, her pussy still dripping as James shoved inside her from behind. The thrust was brutal, ripping a cry from her throat. Pain cut through her first, sharp and hot, but then pleasure consumed it, her voice breaking into screams of bliss as he pounded ruthlessly into her.
His nails dug cruelly into her hips, leaving marks. Victoria swore she saw stars as he fucked her mercilessly. She turned to look at him screaming.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she begged, hair flying as he yanked her head back and slammed harder.
James's voice was sharp against her ear, low and full of venom. "Keep your face forward. I don't want to see it."
The words cut deeper than his grip, but Victoria bit her lip and obeyed. Tears pricked her eyes.
"You like my cock that much. Then take it. Eat it. Choke on it. This is what you wanted, isn't it?," James spat, his thrusts unrelenting. "You disgust me"
Her tears slid down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat dripping from her skin.
He bent low, biting her ear with vicious intent. "We were good. We were so damn good. I gave you everything. My love, my loyalty, my body. And you ruined it. What more did you want from me? Waiting to fuck me up uh. Why?"
His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. Her eyes rolled back, hazy with pain and arousal.
"You like this? You want me to hurt you?" His thrusts grew impossibly fast, his pace savage, shaking the bed frame.
The slap of skin filled the room as he spanked her ass mercilessly, each strike sharp and punishing. Her cries filled the air, cries of pain, of shame, of pleasure she couldn't control.
Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, she turned to see him, her voice breaking as she whispered between sobs, "I'm sorry that I messed up but I love you, James. I love you and I always will."
His body stilled, just for a second. The words hit him like a blow, stealing his breath. He looked at her broken face, her trembling body. It made him sick to keep going, sick to see the sincerity in her eyes when all he wanted was to hate her.
He turned her face away, unable to look at her, and drove back into her with such coldness.
James laughed, bitter and sharp. "Sure. That's why you fucked me over. Because you love me." He pounded into her, faster now, as though he could obliterate the memory of her betrayal by sheer force.
She reached back, blindly, and managed to clutch his forearm. Her nails dug in, desperate for purchase, desperate for forgiveness. James batted her hand away, and kept going.
Victoria sobbed against the mattress when he dragged her to the bed again, fucking her from behind without hesitation. Her pussy throbbed raw and wet, stretched around him, every thrust a mixture of pain and release.
"Thank you," she whispered over and over, her gratitude pitiful and heartbreaking.
James forced himself to finish, pushing her sideways, lifting her dainty ankle up to his shoulder to plunge deeper, hitting her cervix with brutal strokes. Victoria's screams tore through the room, her nails ripping at the sheets.
He spilled inside her with a guttural groan, collapsing over her briefly before pulling out. His chest heaved, his hands shook, his heart broke all over again.
Reaching for the towel, James wrapped it back around his waist, his voice flat and unfeeling. "Leave when you can. Or stay the night and leave tomorrow." He didn't look at her. He didn't dare.
The door closed behind him with a finality that sliced through the air.
Alone, Victoria's body crumpled into the soaked sheets. Her sobs broke free, shaking her chest until her throat was raw. She buried her face in the pillow, crying her heart out.
She had known this was coming, but it still hurt more than she thought possible. Her whole life distilled to one man's absence, and the empty space he left behind.
At least, she told herself, at least he was worth it.