Page 131 of Running from Drac
A sharp gasp escapes me as I stumble back, but it doesn’t matter. He sees me. He knows I’m watching.
His hips keep driving forward, faster, harder, as though my presence fuels his libido. His gaze stays locked with mine, daring me to look away. Sweat runs down his chest, muscles flexing, every inch of him a weapon trained on me.
The woman follows his stare, tilting her head until her eyes meet mine in the mirror. She smirks, dragging one hand down her stomach and between her thighs, pleasuring herself as Ryder slams into her. “Mmm, that’s it, Ryder,” she moans, her gaze still fixed on me. “Show her how a real man fucks. Show her what she lost.”
Ryder doesn’t flinch. He grips her hips tighter, pulling her back to meet every brutal thrust. His jaw ticks, but his eyes never leave me. It feels deliberate. Like he wants me to see. Like he wants to break me.
My stomach churns. I should leave. I should run. But I can’t. I’m pinned in place, breathing shallow, my heart nothing more than a sick lump in my throat.
The woman laughs. It’s low and dirty as she presses her cheek to the glass, her lips leaving a smear stain across the already dirty pane. “Does it sting, sweetheart? Watching him sink into me? Knowing he’s mine right now?” She moans again, louder this time, her smirk widening. “He’s not thinking about you anymore.”
Tears burn at the back of my eyes, but I can’t blink. Ryder’s gaze is like iron shackles holding me in place. His thrusts get more violent, maybe even angrier, and for a moment, it almost feels like I’m the one he’s fucking. My thighs press together, shame and hurt collide inside me in ways I don’t quite understand.
The woman reaches back, threading her fingers into his hair, her nails dragging across his scalp as she looks at me through the mirror. “Poor little thing,” she croons. “Thought you were unforgettable? Men like Ryder always come back to women like me. Women who know how to take it. Women who don’t cry when they’re fucked. Women who can fund a life he’s always dreamed of.”
There’s a stack of cash on the dresser, more money than I’ve ever seen.Oh my god! He’s a fucking gigolo! I fucked a goddamn gigolo.
I choke on a sob, the room suddenly tilting.
“You said you were different!” I whisper shout, my voice catching between words.
Ryder’s voice comes out low and menacing, his condescending growl meant only for me. “You wanted me to fuck the memory of your precious fiancé out of you. So, I did. That’s all this was. Don’t pretend I was anything more than a fuck to you.”
The words hit harder than his thrusts.
“Ryder…”
“You called me his name when you came, Amber.” His eyes burn into me. “You’ll never admit it, but that’s all I’ve ever been to you. Just a fuck—a quick fucking lay.”
The woman moans again as she grinds against him, her smile too fucking smug and triumphant for an old hag getting banged in a dirty dressing room. “Why are you still standing there, little girl? Where’s the tears? Where’s the fucking heartbreak? Oh, that’s right. You don’t give a fuck about him. Not like the rest of us do.” Her laughter scrapes across my skin like an iron rake.
I have to force myself to tear my eyes away, my body shaking with rage and devastation. “You don’t get to do this to me,” I whisper brokenly before my voice rises into a scream.“You don’t get to judge me when you’re nothing but a cheap whore searching for their next warm body! You promised you’d never hurt me, Ryder! And here you are, proving you’re just as fucking rotten as the rest of them!”
Everything between us fractures into jagged edges, my heart breaking, but not because of him, because I cheated on Eddie with this Outback prick. The fantasy bubble officially popped and melted.
He slows his pace, pulling out of her with a vicious rage. His breaths come out hard and angry, his stare crystalizing to sharp spikes.
“Don’t turn this around on me. You’re the fucked up one, Amber,” he spits, yanking a towel off the counter. “You need mental help. Until you figure this shit out, you’ll keep wrecking everything you touch, just like you wrecked me.” He strokes himself a few times before gripping the bitch by the hair, her aging knees cracking as he lowers her to the ground.
She knows what he wants her to do, and she does it without hesitation, sucking him off until he unloads inside of her. He doesn’t groan or even make a noise; he just stares, our eyes meeting in a spiteful battle of who’s more wrong.
Jealousy and rage ignite inside me like wildfire. My hands curl into fists, throat burning with tears I’d rather choke on than shed. For once, I don’t hold back, my words spilling out of me like cold venom.
“You’re disgusting,” I spit, voice trembling with fury. “Both of you.”
His expression is unreadable for a beat, but then his lips twist into something cruel.
“You think you’re any better?” His voice is flat and dripping with scorn. “You used me, Amber. But maybe that’s what you do? Maybe you’d fuck very guy who gives you a littleattention because your fiancé couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.”
“You said you understood last night.”
He smirks, his lips twitching into a snarl. “I’m what women call a Casanova, Amber. I’ll fucking say anything to get women in bed, even lie to their faces and call them special. But you’re not special, Amber. Never were. Not to me, and definitely not to your ex.”
“That’s not true!” I snap, my voice cracking. But it is. And he knows it.
He steps closer, pointing at me, still naked and hard. “You called me his name when you came, Amber. You couldn’t even give me that moment. All I am is a placeholder and a way to fuck your pain away. But guess what, bitch? You’re a placeholder too, an itch I scratched and can’t get away from.” His words hit like bullets, piercing through me one after another.
“But you left me that card… you asked me to come here!”
