I drove in a blind fury. I don’t remember a second of it, except for the single thought that ricocheted in the jagged whirl of my mind every second of the way.
He will see this.
He will see how much I want him. How far I will go. How I will not tolerate rivals...or infidelity. How I am better than she is. He will learn, by watching. She will learn, by suffering.
He answered the door, without looking. Perhaps she told him that room service was coming. His body was still damp from the shower, his towel loosely wrapped around his waist. I brushed past him, pulling the towel free as I walked into the room. I wanted no ambiguity between her and me about the stakes.
She sat across the room, brazenly naked. Smirking.
I didn’t turn my head back to him. “Don’t speak to me,” I said. “I’ll deal with you, after. First, I deal with her.”
She stood, a slow, languorous cat-stretch. His cum was still drying on her body.
“I called her, Scott,” she purred. “I want you back. Just watch…..and see how much I want it.”
How dare she? How DARE she?
She had no need to repeat her challenge. Her body made it for her now. Her body on his, my mind whispered, taking her pleasure. I lifted my dress over my head, and slipped my thong down my legs. All three of us bare now, as God made us.
“I won’t let you take him,” I said to her. The air in the room seemed to thicken, like drying blood.
“I don’t want you to let me,” she said, sharply. “I want him to see you fail when you try to stop me.”
I looked at him. He was silent as a stone. And as hard.
She was a blur in the edge of my vision, a raptor striking, claws extended.
