Page 164 of Come Apart
"Even so." He smirks. "I’ve made her come more times than you can count.”
I swallow hard.
“She used to beg me for it. You know what she’s like, when she’s on her knees, pawing at your slacks, desperate for a taste.”
“Fuck off.”
“With you two fighting, I bet she'd love a distraction."
He's fucking with me. She wants nothing to do with him.
Still, the thought flashes across my mind like a bolt of lightning.
It's such a sickening image—him on top of her, thrusting away in missionary while she lies there bored out of her mind.
I shake my head. Ryan isn't worth the fight.
"She has better taste than that."
He shakes his head. "Do you have any clue how many times she begged me to touch her? How she would look at me with those big, blue eyes and plead. Please, Ryan, just tonight. Please."
A tension builds in my chest. "Shut the fuck up."
He just pushes harder. Like the dam has burst.
"Do you have any clue how badly she needed me by the time I fucked her? How loudly she’d scream my name?"
I suck the air between my teeth. He's not going to get a rise out of me.
"I can’t say I’ve considered it.”
He laughs. "You know, for a charming guy, you really are pathetic. You think you're the first good-looking guy Alyssa has used for sex?"
My fists curl into tight balls. "Do you?"
" She's about due to get bored with you and throw you away like the garbage you are."
"And what does that make you?"
He shakes his head.
"You don't know her like I do. I've been her friend for ten years now. I've been the person she can count on. You really think three months of sex is enough to make her love you? You really think she'd stay with you after you abandoned her to take care of Samantha?"
I press my nails harder into my palms, hard enough that I wouldn't be surprised if I find blood there later.
I can stay calm here. I can be the bigger person.
"You filled a void. That's it. I'm sure by now she wants to go back to someone who knows how to take care of her."
"Like you?"
"Maybe. But certainly not someone like you," he scoffs.
I try to push this anger down, but it won't budge. This is all his fault. He hurt her so much... if he hadn't scarred her...
"She loves me."
"Do you do anything besides fuck and talk about me?"
