Chapter 56
VICTOR
Ihated every fucking second of it, but I forced myself to watch it all.
Every. Fucking. Second.
I tried not to blink because I didn’t want to miss anything. I turned up the volume, so I heard every moan, every thrust, every goddamn slam of the headboard against the wall.
I watched as he devoured her like only I ever had, how she’d orgasmed with him over and over, how he’d fucked her like she’d wanted to be fucked.
But when she looked at the camera, when she knew she’d be looking at me, I saw it. The sadness in her eyes, rather than them glinting with revenge. How I’d made her do this, how she was even with another man because of me.
I watched as she rode another man's dick.
“Fuck, that’s good!”
“Harder, please, Graham…”
“You look so good sitting on my dick, Lila.”
I balled my hands into fists so tight I thought my knuckles would split, her tattooed name in shreds around me.
She did look fucking good. She was beautiful, and she had once been mine.
Anger owned me as I saw it through to the end, him railing her from behind, her orgasming at least three fucking times.
Then at the end, the look she gave the camera was different to the sad one I’d seen earlier.
This one was one of pure bliss and contentedness, a woman satisfied by a man.
That man was not me.
Then the screen went dark.
I slumped back onto the sofa; my whole body numb. I couldn’t choose an emotion to focus on for long enough to react, so I just sat there trembling.
So, this must’ve been what she’d felt, only worse, because I had cheated on her. Betrayed her. Lila had walked past me and into the man’s car, for fuck’s sake, and then strolled back in the next morning. She’d hidden nothing.
“Fuck!” I hissed, wishing I had some whiskey. I needed something to numb this insanity, this feeling of wanting to rip my own skin off.
“Vic?” a soft voice drifted from the stairs, and I whipped around to see Lila watching me like I was a cornered animal.
“Lila…I…” I waved a hand at the laptop, and she followed my gaze. “I watched it.”
“And my laptop is still intact, I’m impressed.” Her words were an attempt at being jovial, but her voice was shaky.
“Come here,” I requested, holding out my hand.
Lila stepped closer, her gaze still slightly worried as she approached me. Her eyes scanned mine, her hand lifting to cup my face as she exhaled. “Are you…well, I know you’re not okay, but…”
“I still love you; do you know that? Nothing I could watch could change that.” My voice was raspy, and she nodded. “But if I ever see that bastard again, Lila, I’ll kill him.”
She swallowed. “Right.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know. I took great pleasure in kicking that whore in the pussy and smacking her in the nose.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re crazy. I’d never fuck with you.”
My fingers swept down her jawline, and her eyes fell half-closed. She didn’t react like this when he’d touched her. I dipped my head to trail kisses down her jawline, soft, light ones, but she stopped me. She was breathless, and her eyes were alight with heat. But we’d promised to go slowly.
“Sorry,” I groaned. “You’re just so fucking beautiful, especially like this.” I stepped back and held her hands, taking in the sight of her, pregnant and flushed, needy and beautiful.
“I need time, that’s all. You’ll have to take me out on a date at least.” Lila was drinking me in, and I knew this wasn’t about lack of desire anymore. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and fuck, if that didn’t make me feel giddy.
Even after the agony of watching her fuck someone else, I’d still fall to my knees and lick her toes if I had to. But if I ever did see that prick again, he’d be six feet under in the garden, and I’d get a dog just to teach him to piss on the loser.
“Are you free tomorrow?” I asked, my fingers brushing hers.
“No,” Lila said with a coy smile. “I’m already out on a date with someone else.”
Heat flared through my veins as I frowned, about to lose my fucking mind, when she laughed.
“Relax, it’s your mom and sister. My mom too. Girls only.” Her eyes twinkled, and I relaxed.
Fuck me, she’s already keeping me on my toes. Just the way I like it.
“The night after, then?”
She stood on her tip toes and kissed me fully on the mouth, and every neuron in my brain exploded. But before I could react, she was heading back up the stairs, giving me a great view of her ass in those silky shorts she knew I loved.
“Ask me tomorrow. Goodnight, Victor.”
“You’re killing me,” I complained, watching every sway of her hips as her laughter danced down the stairs.
“I’m sure you’ll live.”
Let’s fucking hope so.