Page 100 of The Cruelest Chaos

That’s the movie version of my life.

I smell sex in the air, musky and thick. It’s choking me, just like this girl’s reckless pants, her loud screams. The feel of the bed moving with each of his thrusts. My chains clank against the bed, and I wonder if he’s just a fucking idiot.

But he doesn’t slow down, and the girl gets louder, calling himDaddyagain, and I hear his grunts, too.

I’m not here.

I’m not here.

This isn’t happening to me.

A scream lodges itself in my throat as the darkness spins around me, but then I snap back to reality with Maverick’s groan, all male, guttural, like he just had the best orgasm of his fucking life.

My eyes fly open.

I can’t help it. I can’t help staring straight ahead. And he’s staring right back at me, breathing hard, his mouth open. I can’t see it, but I can imagine the sweat dripping from his brow.

The girl has her arms up, lost in ecstasy, and she’s panting too.

And when I look down, I see he’s still in her.

He came inside of her.My heart breaks a little more and I bite my tongue to stop from openly sobbing.

I hear him snort with amusement, and my pulse quickens as he slowly pulls out of her, his hand on her belly, just like its been on mine. His still-hard dick is against her thigh.

Then he rolls off the condom as he watches me.

And I hate myself when I exhale silently. A sigh of relief.

But then he says, “Turn over. I want to fuck you in the ass,” and I think I’m going to die.

I lock eyes with him.

He smirks as the girl laughs and does as he asks, her ass in his face, her head toward me.

He glances down at her, back up at me.

No.

His hand finds her ass.

No.

He spreads her beneath his hands, watching me the entire time.

I shake my head again.No.

I mouth the word.

He smiles, cocks his head.

I mouth it again, and I feel hot tears roll down my face.

He stills. And then he blows out a breath, turns his head as he rolls his eyes.

And he kicks the girl out of his room.

Part of me is relieved. Watching them sleep together would’ve pushed me over the edge. Part of me hates him more for it. I don’t know if she leaves this house, but he locks the door from the inside when she’s gone, after a noisy kiss ‘goodbye’. He had slapped her ass as she left the room, and I hated that that was the least painful thing I’d had to watch.