“You’re doing so well, Everly. Let me in, baby,” he groaned, shuffling closer until I felt the mattress dip.
When I felt the blunt head slip inside me, he grabbed me with both hands.
He pulled me back as he forged his way forward.
“Yes. Oh yes,” I moaned, pushing back to meet him.
“You like that, baby?” he growled, pushing deeper.
My back arched, head tipped up. The sting dulled with each stroke as he rocked his hips in a slow, claiming rhythm.
Then I heard the click of designer heels on the wooden floor outside the door.
I grinned, eyes fixed on the door.
Let her see.
Let her walk in and witness what I’d taken from her—
Her ‘husband.’
“Yes, I fucking love it. Fuck my arsehole, Daddy,” I screamed just as the door opened.
Silas didn’t disappoint. His hands gripped my shoulders, and he began to thrust—hard and fast.
My breasts swung with every brutal stroke, my cries blending with his deep, guttural grunts. I was in heaven.
She stood frozen in the doorway.
A form-fitting royal blue dress hugged her surgically-enhanced curves. Her hair was blown out into soft, polished waves. Her face was a mask of shock—meticulously painted and framed by fat, botoxed lips hanging open in horror.
Then she screamed.
The sound echoed through the room as she flung her coat and purse to the floor like they’d burned her.
“Daddy, fuck me harder. Fuck my virgin arse,” I cried just as his balls hit my pussy.
Her face twisted into the hatred she’d always hidden.
“My good little fucktoy. Such a beautiful set of holes for me. So much tighter than your mother’s,” Silas drawled, slowing his hips to a punishing grind that made me feel every inch of him.
“How dare you?” she screeched at him. “Get off her. Stop it.”
“You've been replaced, mother,” I said coolly.
Silas shifted behind me, pulling me upright until I was kneeling. I rested against his chest, panting, flushed, utterly claimed.
“You little bitch. You should have died with your father,” she yelled as she looked at my naked body.
The words sliced deep. I didn’t flinch, but Silas’s hands left my waist and moved to my chest—possessive, grounding.
“You can see I went for the upgrade,” he said, squeezing my breasts, voice laced with venom.
“Silas—” Eris blinked, finally rattled. But her eyes were dry. Crocodile tears.
“You're the bitch. You signed the divorce papers. You ran off to fuck your boss. I owe you nothing,” he said coldly. “Not even pity.”
“W-what?” she stammered, as if her world had just caught fire.
