Her Fiancé's Father's Obsession

CHAPTER 10

Jane

Time fractured into broken shards of disbelief and yet, Hudson didn't stop.

Our eyes locked, and something shifted in his expression, something dark and triumphant, and instead of pulling away, instead of showing even a flicker of shame or remorse, he smiled.

And then he f****d Maribel harder.

"Oh f**k, oh f**k oh fuck." Maribel moaned, her voice climbing higher as Hudson's hips slammed into her with renewed vigor, the filthy sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

My lips trembled, and I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't dare look away. My feet were rooted to the spot

Hudson's hands slid up Maribel's sweat-slicked back, fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her.

His body was exactly as I remembered from the few times we had s*x. He was lean and fit, his shoulders broad and his stomach flat.

He had the kind of body that looked good in expensive suits. I had always thought he was handsome. Perfect, even.

Now all I could see was the cruel set of his jaw, the cold calculation in his grey eyes as he watched me while he f****d her.

"f**k, you're so tight," Hudson groaned, loud enough for me to hear. Loud enough to make sure I heard.

His hands came around to cup Maribel's breasts, and she arched back into him with a pornographic moan.

Her breasts were perfect. Full and round, slightly bigger than mine, with dusky pink n*****s that Hudson pinched and rolled between his fingers.

Her body was the kind you saw in magazines, all curves and soft skin, her waist dipping in before flaring out to generous hips that Hudson gripped like handles as he rutted into her.

She was everything I wasn't. Everything Hudson had apparently wanted instead of me.

"Hudson—" My voice came out broken, barely a whisper.

His smile widened into something vicious. He leaned down, his mouth next to Maribel's ear, and whispered something I couldn't hear over the sound of the bed frame hitting the wall.

Maribel's eyes snapped open. When she saw me standing in the doorway, dressed in another man's clothes, tears already streaming down my face, she didn't look embarrassed.

She didn't look guilty. She smirked.

"Oh, Jane," She purred, her voice breathy as Hudson continued to f**k her in steady, brutal strokes. "You're back. Did you enjoy your little tantrum?"

"Maribel…" I choked on her name, on the betrayal, on everything we had been to each other before this moment shattered it all into irreparable pieces.

"God, Hudson, right there," Maribel gasped, intentionally loud, her eyes never leaving mine. "You're so much better than—oh f**k—so much better than she deserves."

Hudson's hands squeezed her breasts roughly, his thumbs flicking over her n*****s as he thrust deeper. "You like that, baby? You like being f****d like a real woman?"

"Yes," Maribel moaned, and the sound was genuine and raw, nothing like the polite, quiet sounds Hudson had always insisted I make. "God, yes, you f**k me so good."

I should turn around and walk out and never look back, but my feet were rooted to the floor, and I couldn't stop watching as Hudson's c**k disappeared inside her over and over, the thick shaft glistening with her wetness every time he pulled back.

His balls slapped against her with every thrust, and the wet, filthy sounds made my stomach churn.

This was real. This was happening. Again.

"Did you really think he would take you back?" Maribel's voice cut through my spiral and it was sharp and mocking despite the breathlessness from being f****d.

"Look at you. Pathetic. Showing up here in some other man's clothes like a desperate little—ahh—like a desperate little slut."

"That's enough." I whispered, but it came out weak, powerless.

"Is it?" Hudson's voice was cold and detached, even as his body moved with mechanical precision. "Because I don't think it is, Jane. I think you need to understand something."

He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust that made Maribel cry out, her body jolting forward.

His fingers found her n*****s again, twisting them just hard enough to make her gasp, and I watched as her p***y stretched around his c**k, pink and swollen.

"You left me," Hudson continued, his eyes boring into mine while his hands roamed Maribel's body like he owned it.

"You embarrassed me in front of our families and our friends. You ran away like a child instead of handling things like an adult."

"You were f*****g her!" The words burst out of me and my voice was filled with pain and agony. "On our wedding day! In your office! How was I supposed to—"

"And whose fault is that?" Hudson's voice cut across mine like a whip. He thrust harder, making Maribel moan and making the bed creak louder.

"Maybe if you were woman enough to satisfy me, I wouldn't have had to look elsewhere."

The words drove into my chest like knives.

"God, she's crying," Maribel laughed, the sound broken by gasps as Hudson's pace increased. "Are you actually crying right now? That's so—f**k, yes, just like that —that's so sad, Jane."

"You were supposed to be my friend." I sobbed, and I hated how weak I sounded, how broken.

"Oh cut the crap," Maribel shot back. Her smirk was cruel and satisfied, as Hudson's hands slid down to grip her ass, spreading her open as he f****d her.

"Why would I wanna be friends with an uptight, goody-two-shoes, plain jane like yourself. You make me sick. Friends don't make men like Hudson settle for—oh god, oh god, I'm close—settle for mediocrity."

"You're nothing, Jane," Hudson said, and his voice was flat, matter-of-fact, like he was commenting on the weather while his c**k pumped in and out of my ex-best friend.

"You've always been nothing. I tried to make something of you, tried to fix all your flaws, but you're just fundamentally inadequate."

Each word landed like a blow, and I couldn't breathe through the pain.

"I gave you everything." I whispered.

"You gave me nothing I couldn't get better elsewhere." Hudson's fingers dug into Maribel's flesh hard enough to leave marks.

"Look at her. Look at what a real woman looks like, Jane. This is what I want. This body, this enthusiasm, this—f**k—this perfect pussy."

Maribel moaned louder, clearly getting off on the degradation, on watching me fall apart. "He's so big, Jane. Does he feel this big with you? Oh wait—"

She laughed breathlessly, "—you wouldn't know because you can't even f*****g come, can you? What kind of woman can't—oh Jesus—can't even orgasm?"

"Stop," I begged, tears pouring down my face. "Please just stop."

"Why should I?" Hudson's rhythm was getting erratic now, his breathing harsh.

"You showed up uninvited. You're watching uninvited. Maybe this is exactly what you need to see. Maybe you need to understand that you made a huge f*****g mistake leaving me."

"I didn't—I came back—"

"Too late," He slammed into Maribel so hard she screamed, her whole body shaking. His hands came back to her breasts, squeezing roughly as he chased his orgasm. "Way too f*****g late."

"Hudson, I'm gonna come," Maribel gasped, her voice climbing higher. "I'm gonna—oh f**k, oh f**k, I'm—"

"Come for me," Hudson commanded, his voice rough. "Come all over my c**k like the good girl you are. Not like that frigid b***h watching us."

"Yes, yes, yes—" Maribel's body went rigid, her back arching as she came with a scream that echoed off the walls.

Her p***y clenched visibly around Hudson's c**k, and I could see her wetness dripping down his shaft, coating his balls.

"f**k," Hudson groaned, and three more brutal thrusts later, he was coming too, his body going taut as he emptied himself inside her.

"f**k, that's good. That's so f*****g good."

They stayed like that for a moment, both of them panting, Hudson's c**k still buried deep in Maribel's p***y as they came down from their high.

Then Hudson's eyes found mine again, and they were cold and empty.

"Get the f**k out of my house, Jane."

The words were quiet and final.

"Hudson, please—"

"Get out!" His voice rose to a shout, and Maribel laughed, the sound vicious and triumphant as Hudson finally pulled out of her, his come dripping from her swollen p***y.

"You heard him," Maribel said sweetly. "Get out, and don't come back. That is where you belong, Jane. Watching from the outside while better women take what you were too pathetic to keep."

I stumbled backward, my hand catching on the doorframe to keep from falling.

This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real, but it was. It was so horrifyingly, devastatingly real.

I turned and ran down the stairs, through the pristine living room and out the front door into the cool morning air that did nothing to stop the burning in my chest.

I sobbed as I ran down the street, not knowing where I was going, not caring about the neighbors who might see me, not caring about anything except the need to get away, to put distance between myself and the image of Hudson and Maribel burned into my brain.

I had nothing. No fiancé. No best friend. No future.

I had nothing but Julius's borrowed clothes and the taste of ashes in my mouth.