Chapter 3: Revenge Served Hot

༺RAYNE༻

The dark, fierce look in his eyes becomes more intense and my body trembles. I've never been naked in front of any man other than Henry. And oddly, I've never felt this good at the thought of getting fucked before.

He lowers his head to the centre of my thighs and roughly spreads them apart. When his hot breath grazes my sleek folds, I want to melt. I part my legs wider, giving him all the access he needs to do his dirty work on me. Henry rarely ever went down on me. He claimed it's too disgusting yet he pressured me to suck him off a lot.

My hot British jerk starts caressing my mound, running his fingers over my fleshy smoothness. I had shaved thoroughly for my wedding night and even went as far as waxing my bikini line, hoping to impress Henry. I never thought I'd be letting another man have it let alone a total stranger.

This is thrilling and I'm so turned on right now. I forget for a while that I'm doing this for revenge. How can I not when he's touching me like he's claiming me, fondling my mound, caressing every inch of it? I watch him intently, my chest rising and falling. While holding my gaze, he slides a finger into my crease and adds another when I whimper.

He separates my pussy lips with his expert fingers and starts playing with my clit. I moan and push my lower body against him. He tastes me with his warm tongue while rubbing my clit in fast circular motions and darting in and out of my hole.

God, he's so good! How is he doing it?

He proceeds to lap at my pink hole with his tongue and then sucks my bud in a way that I lose my senses. I writhe on the bed, moaning and egging him on. He's intent on sucking me till my body breaks, at least that's what it seems. With every swirl of his tongue and every thrust of his fingers, my body jolts.

I reach for him and clutch his hair, pushing his head to my puss. But he swiftly tears my grip off him and stops sucking me. He glares at me, his nostrils flaring, his mouth set in a tight line.

"Don't touch me unless I say so," he growls, his voice low and gravelly.

I'm shocked at his tone, realizing I've overstepped some invisible boundary. But I can't deny the fact that his dominance makes this even more exciting. Everything about this man is a turn-on. I nod, too scared to speak or even move.

He returns his mouth to my wetness, his tongue lapping at my folds with a ferocity that makes me cry out. It's like he's punishing me for what I did and boy, do I love this kind of punishment! He nibbles at my rosebud, fingers and tongues my insides voraciously.

My back arches, my legs tremble and my moans get louder when I feel my orgasm finally rippling through me. He feels it too because he increases his pace, tasting and touching every fold of my cunt and cupping my buttcheeks. I grip the sheets and cry out even louder until I cum all over his face.

He licks every drop of my juice and gets up before flinging his towel off his waist. He doesn't even give me a moment to catch my breath or admire the huge, glorious thing in between his legs, fully erect and hard. He just puts on a condom and aligns his cock with my dripping wet entrance. Then he drives it in with the force and strength of a brute.

I yelp and moan, staring into his eyes as he grunts. The feel of his cock inside of me is beyond ecstatic. He keeps gliding his shaft into my tight hole until his balls clamp against my ass. He yanks it out and mutters a 'fuck' before forcefully plunging it back in. My walls are soaking wet yet the tight grip on his dick is extraordinary.

He stretches me out, slowly thrusting into me until my walls have stretched to the right amount. And then he starts slamming into my honeypot rapidly. He pounds into me roughly, making me moan louder. I feel his cock reach my cervix, my breasts jiggling to his merciless thrusts.

My eyes roll to the back of my head when he hoists my legs on his shoulders, now fucking me bone deep. My thighs push against my boobs as he fucks me inside out; as if he wants to drive my head through the headboard. I cum again, harder than the first time and harder than I've ever cum in my life. A few moments later, he releases his own junk.

That doesn't stop him from going on. He's still as hard as ever and I don't even want him to stop. He makes me go on all fours and takes me from behind. For hours, he dominates me, spreading my legs in different positions I've never tried before. I lose count of how many times I cum.

I'm so surprised by my own stamina. We spend the whole night fucking, resting and then fucking until we collapse in exhaustion. It's the best sex of my life.

The next morning, I wake up to an empty bed. Sitting up, I scan the room but there's no sign of him. All of his stuff is gone. He's gone. I get up and while getting dressed, I see three wads of hundred dollar bills on the dresser. I can't believe this. He seriously still thinks I'm a hooker? I didn't sleep with him for his money!

I scowl, taking the money. The fact that he thinks he can just throw cash at me, like that's all I'm good for, it's just so insulting. I'm pissed but I'm also satisfied. I got my revenge and it was sweet. I've never had sex like that before. It was raw, passionate and a lot better than all the sex I've had combined. Even though I'm in awe of his bedroom skills, I hate him for being so arrogant and thinking I'm cheap.

But I guess I probably deserve it since I practically threw myself at him like a woman possessed, all in the name of revenge. Revenge I’d gotten, all right. I’d earned it. At least I won't see him again. I have absolutely no intention of crossing paths with him ever again. He was the perfect distraction from my pain and the perfect tool for the best revenge ever.

After dressing up, I leave the hotel and take a cab back to my house. I meet Henry pacing back and forth in my living room, looking like an utter mess. The minute he sees me, he pauses and stares hard at my direction.

"Where the hell have you been all night?" Henry shouts, moving towards me. "I've been calling you since you left me at the altar! I searched for you everywhere! Where are you coming from? Answer me, goddammit!"

I chuckle bitterly and burst out, "Why do you care where I've been, Henry? Why do you even care? You didn't care when you were pumping your seed into every vagina you could find or when you were screwing my best friend behind my back. You didn't care when you were sticking your filthy thing in every hole that could accommodate it. You didn't care when you broke my heart into a million pieces. So, why do you care now?"

Henry looks at me completely flabbergasted. "What the fuck are you saying? You're my fiancé. Why wouldn't I care about you?"

"Ex-fiancé," I correct him, my face flushed with anger.

"You're just going to throw everything away because I made a mistake?"

"Mistake? Oh, you didn't make a mistake, Henry. You made a habit of breaking me and humiliating me. And you know what's the worst part? I let you. I let you walk all over me, thinking that maybe, just maybe, you'd change. But you never did. And you never will."

"Oh, come on, Rayne! I could be with any other woman right now but I'm here, with you. I chose you! And you..."

"I fucked another man, Henry!" I exclaim, eager to infuriate him, to hurt him, to let him have a taste of his medicine.

Henry's face turns as red as a beet and his eyes bulge out of his head like he's some kind of cartoon character. "You did what?"

"I fucked another man all night long," I repeat, rage bubbling inside of me like a pot of boiling water. "And he was so much better than you! He was bigger and stronger and way better in bed than you could ever hope to be. He made me feel things that you couldn't even—"

The next thing I know, I'm on the floor, my head ringing and my cheek stinging with pain. Henry slapped me! I clutch my face, my eyes watering from the pain.

"You're a slut! A good-for-nothing whore! Oh, I should've known!" He spits and picks me up from the ground with a painful grip on my arm. He drags me towards the front door and shoves me out of the house.

"You don't deserve this, any of this!" He says, gesturing at the house. "Get out of my house! And don't even think about coming back! I own everything here! I bought you this house, the car, even your clothes! You're nothing without me, do you hear me? Nothing! So get the hell outta here before I do something we'll both regret! And if I ever see your face again, you'll be sorry!"

His words cut me to the bone but I don't let him see it. I square my shoulders and stare at him down, refusing to back down from his hateful glare. I struggle to fight back the tears and Henry slams the door to my face.

I'm left standing on the porch, alone and shaken. I realize I have nothing—no home, no car, no access to our joint account. Henry's the sole signatory and I know he'll cut me off without hesitation. I'm left with nothing but the dress I'm wearing and the money I got from my one night stand.