Chapter 20 RICHARD'S TORMENT -RICHARD'S POV- The garage door closes behind me . It makes a mechanical sound that seals me inside this concrete space . Monica's black Mercedes sits where it always does . It gleams under the bright lights like a dangerous animal at rest . She's home early for once . I put my head against the steering wheel . I breathe out slowly . The leather feels cool against my skin , but it doesn't calm the fire burning inside me . Claire . Her name keeps repeating in my head like a curse . I can't stop thinking about her in my office today . That red dress hugged her body curves that used to be mine . Her fingers wrapped around my tie like she owned me . Those brown eyes filled with dangerous confidence . My body reacts right away . Blood rushes where it shouldn't . I laugh , but the sound is bitter in this small space . A grown man getting turned on by just a memory . How pathetic . I hate her for this . For making me feel like a teenager with no control . For walking back into my life and messing everything up with one smile . My investigator's report sits in my briefcase . It's proof that Claire is betraying me . Claire and Alexander Hayes are working together . They're planning something that will hurt my company , my reputation . They want to destroy me . I should think clearly . I should plan my attack back . Instead , all I can think about is how she smelled . Different from before . Not the soft vanilla perfume she used to wear . Something sharper now . More dangerous . When was the last time I had good sex ? Real sex , not the boring routine Monica and I do when we have to . When was the last time I felt consumed by want instead of duty ? I know the answer . Three years ago . With Claire . My body still betrays me . Still hard and aching . I grab my briefcase and force myself out of the car . The sooner I deal with this , the sooner I can think straight again . The house feels like a tomb as I walk inside . Marble floors , crystal lights , everything cold and perfect and lifeless . My footsteps echo in the big entrance as I drop my briefcase by the door . Then I see her . Monica lies across the white leather couch like she's posing for a magazine . She's wearing one of my dress shirts . The shirt barely covers her thighs . Her legs are bare , pale , and smooth . One leg hangs over the arm of the couch in an intentional invitation . I look at her body , taking in the deliberate display . But as I stare at her bare legs , another image appears in my mind . 1/5 Chapter 20 Claire's legs in my office room Wrapped around my waist . Trembling as I .... " You're home late , " Monica says without looking at me . +15 Bonus She swirls the amber liquid in her glass . I don't answer . My throat feels too tight . My body is too wound up for casual talk My dick twitched , heavy and traitorous , because even now , even with Claire's laugh still echoing in my skull , my body didn't give a shit about loyalty . It just wanted . Monica's lips parted slightly , like she could sense the shift in the air , the way my breath hitched . The shirt she wore ... one of mine , probably ... clung to the swell of her tits , the fabric so thin I could see the dark circles of her nipples through it . Fuck . I should've turned around . Should've walked out , found some dive bar to drown in until the need bled out of me . But my feet moved forward on their own , eating up the space between us . The couch groaned under my weight as I dropped to my knees in front of her , my hands already reaching , already taking . Her glass tipped , amber liquid sloshing over the rim onto her thigh , but neither of us cared . I grabbed her jaw , my fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp , and then my mouth was on hers . She tasted like bourbon and sin . Her lips were soft , but I didn't kiss her soft . I kissed her like I was trying to fuck the memory of Claire out of my system , my teeth knocking against hers , my tongue forcing its way past her lips . She moaned into me , her hands flying to my shoulders , nails scraping through my shirt . The sound went straight to my cock , thickening it painfully against my zipper . I tore my mouth away just long enough to yank her shirt up , exposing her .. no bra , just bare skin and hard nipples , the kind that begged to be bitten . So I did . I latched onto one , sucking hard , and she arched off the couch with a sharp cry , her fingers tangling in my hair . " Richard ..... " I didn't let her finish . Didn't want to hear my name on her lips , not when the only one that mattered was still haunting me . My hands found the waistband of her panties ..... black lace , barely there - and I ripped them down her legs . She didn't stop me . Just spread her thighs wider , her pussy already glistening , swollen . The sight of it made my vision blur for a second . Mine . Not really . But right now , it didn't fucking matter . I stood just long enough to shove my pants down , my cock springing free , angry and dark with blood . Monica's eyes dropped to it , and her tongue wet her lower lip . I didn't give her time to tease . I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back , the couch cushions swallowing her with a soft 2/5 Chapter 20 +15 Bonus whoosh . Her legs wrapped around my waist before I even lined myself up , her heels digging into my ass , pulling me closer . I didn't bother with finesse . Just gripped the base of my dick and slammed into her in one rough thrust . She screamed . Not in pain - in relief . Like she'd been waiting for this , for me to lose control , to stop pretending I gave a shit about anything but the tight , wet heat clamping around my cock . I groaned , my head dropping forward , my forehead pressing against hers . She was so fucking tight , her walls fluttering around me , milking me already . I should've gone slow . Should've made it last . But the second I pulled back and thrust again , my hips snapping forward , I knew I wasn't going to . " Fuck , yes , " Monica gasped , her nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood . " Just like that - harder , you bastard ..... " I gave her what she wanted . What I wanted . My hands found her wrists , pinning them above her head as I fucked her like I was trying to punish her . Or maybe punish myself . The couch creaked with every thrust , the sound obscene , wet , and slapping . Her tits bounced with the force of it , her skin flushed , her mouth open in these little broken moans that made my balls draw up tight . Claire . The name hit me like a bullet . I groaned , my rhythm stuttering for half a second before I forced myself deeper , my hips pistoning , my cock swelling . Monica's eyes flew open , her breath catching . " What .... ? " " Claire , " I growled , the word tearing out of me like a confession . My grip on her wrists tightened , my fingers digging in until I knew there'd be bruises . Her pussy clenched around me , her back arching off the couch . " You fucking .... " Her voice broke into a moan as I hit that spot inside her , the one that made her eyes roll back . " ..... asshole . " I didn't answer . Couldn't . My vision was going white at the edges , my cock throbbing , my balls so tight it hurt . I released one of her wrists to grab her hip , my fingers sinking into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks . The angle changed , my thrusts deeper , rougher . The couch was sliding across the floor with the force of it , the wood groaning in protest . Monica came with a sharp cry , her body locking up beneath me , her pussy pulsing around my cock like a fist . The sensation pushed me over . I buried myself to the hilt and came with a guttural sound , my release ripping through me , my cum flooding her in hot , thick spurts . 3/5 Chapter 20 +15 Bonus My hips jerked helplessly , my cock twitching as I emptied myself inside her , my breath ragged , my skin slick with sweat . I collapsed onto her , my chest heaving , my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out . Monica's legs were still wrapped around me , her pussy fluttering with aftershocks , milking the last drops from my cock . I could feel her heartbeat against mine , too fast , too alive . I rolled off her , my dick slipping out with a wet sound , cum dripping onto the couch . The air between us was stuffy with the scent of sex and something darker . Regret , maybe . Or shame . Monica sat up slowly , pulling her shirt back down - my shirt - her movements deliberate , her expression unreadable in the dim light . I didn't look at her . Couldn't . My hands were shaking . I scrubbed one over my face , my skin still burning , my cock already half - hard again just from the memory of being inside her . " What are you doing ? " The words came out rough , accusatory , like she was the one who had just fucked me raw while thinking of another woman . Worst .... My ex - wife . She smirked . The kind of smirk that made my stomach drop . " Reminding you of what you threw away . " Her fingers traced the air between us , slow , deliberate , like she was holding a blade to my throat . I flinched . Actually flinched , like a goddamn coward . My hands clenched into fists on the couch , my knuckles white . " Claire , " I whispered . Her name tasted like poison . Monica stood , her legs steady , her body still humming with the afterglow of what we'd just done . She stepped into her panties , the lace clinging to her thighs , and I hated how good she looked . How unaffected . Like she hadn't just been beneath me , taking every brutal thrust , like she hadn't just come apart with my name on her lips - no , not my name . Hers . " Do you ever lie awake at night , " Claire had said , her voice low , almost chattering , " and wonder what would've happened if you'd been faithful ? If you'd chosen love over comfort ? " My jaw locked . The words hit like a physical blow , knocking the air out of my lungs . I didn't answer back then . Couldn't . The truth was a knife twisting in my gut . I didn't move . The silence pressed in , heavy and suffocating . The TV still flickered , casting blue shadows across the walls , across the cum staining the couch , across my hands where they trembled in my lap . I buried my face in them , my fingers pressing into my eyes until I saw stars . " Claire , " I whispered to myself again .