Caught Between My Fiancee And His Ex Best Friend

Amaya Two weeks ago, Adrian had looked me in the eyes and said words I would never forget. “I could die for you without blinking, Ammie. I’d burn everything I own just to see you smile. I love you enough to let you into this rock I call a heart. I love you enough to give you complete control… Marry me, Amaya Brooks.” I had said yes. Now, that same diamond ring felt like a burning weight on my finger as I pushed open the door to his bedroom. My world shattered in a single second. A naked woman was curled against his chest, sleeping peacefully. And beside her, Adrian, my Adrian, lay completely naked, gently stroking her hair like she was something precious. The air left my lungs. “Adrian…” my voice came out broken. The woman stirred softly. Adrian’s eyes snapped to me, cold and irritated. “Shh,” he muttered, pressing a finger to his lips. “Don’t wake her up.” For a moment, I couldn’t speak. My chest felt like it was being ripped open. Tears blurred my vision. “How… how could you?” His expression didn’t change. “Turn around, Amaya.” His voice was flat, emotionless. “And get the f**k out.” The pain was so sharp I almost doubled over. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw something. But I refused to beg. I refused to let him see me break completely. Without another word, I turned and walked away. By the time I reached my car, my hands were shaking so violently I could barely grip the steering wheel. I drove home in a daze, the road blurred by endless tears. He cheated. The man who promised me forever had another woman in his bed, in the same bed he made love to me countless times. When I finally stumbled into my house, the front door was already open. I froze. A tall, muscular figure was lounging on my couch like he owned the place. Dark messy hair, dangerous tattoos peeking from his open shirt, and a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. Kael. Adrian’s ex-best friend. And the last person I wanted to see right now. “Rough night, princess?” he asked, his deep voice smooth but edged with something darker. I wiped my tears angrily. “What the hell are you doing in my house?” He leaned forward, studying my tear-streaked face. “You found out.” My stomach dropped. “You knew?” Kael didn’t deny it. He simply stood up and walked toward me, his presence overwhelming. “You look destroyed,” he said quietly. “Dress up. I’m taking you out.” “I’m not in the mood…” “You want to sit here and cry over that bastard all night?” His eyes darkened. “Or do you want to forget him for a few hours?” I stared at him. He was right. If I stayed here, I would break. “…Fine,” I whispered. “Let me change.” An hour later, we were inside Inferno, one of the most exclusive and wild clubs in the city. The bass vibrated everywhere as colorful lights flashed across sweaty bodies grinding on the dance floor. Kael led me to the VIP section and ordered shots without asking. I didn’t protest. I needed to drown. One shot. Two shots. Three… four… five… The alcohol burned down my throat and spread warmth through my veins. The pain in my chest started to blur. Adrian’s cold voice, the naked woman, the ring on my finger, everything became fuzzy. Kael watched me the entire time, his dark eyes intense. “You’re thinking about him again,” he said, leaning closer. His breath brushed my ear. “I hate him,” I slurred, laughing bitterly even as fresh tears threatened to fall. “Good.” Kael’s hand slid to my waist, pulling me against his hard body. “Then stop thinking about him.” He dragged me to the dance floor. The music was loud, the air thick with heat and lust. Kael’s hands were everywhere, on my hips, my lower back, pulling me flush against him as we moved. His body was solid muscle, radiating heat and raw power. Every time I tried to pull away, he tightened his grip. “You’re mine tonight, Amaya,” he growled against my neck, lips brushing my skin. “Let me make you forget that bastard.” I should have pushed him away. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. It was messy, desperate, and angry. Kael groaned into my mouth and kissed me back like a man starved. His hands roamed down my body possessively, squeezing my ass as he deepened the kiss. Everything after that became a heated blur. I barely remembered how we got back to his penthouse. The moment the door closed, Kael lifted me up like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom, kissing me like he wanted to devour me. Clothes were torn off in a frenzy. His mouth was hot and demanding on my skin, my neck, my breasts, my navel. Every touch felt like fire compared to Adrian’s cold control. Kael was wild, rough, and unapologetic. “f**k, Amaya,” he groaned as he pushed inside me in one powerful thrust. I cried out, nails digging into his back. He was big, thick, and relentless. He f****d me like he’d been waiting years for this moment. Hard. Deep. Possessive. “Spread your legs,” he ordered. I obeyed instantly, opening wide for him. He climbed between my thighs and shoved back inside my soaked p***y in one smooth thrust. “Ahhh!” I moaned, back arching off the mattress. He started f*****g me with long, powerful strokes. The bed creaked loudly under us. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Harder!!! Ruin me….” He gave me exactly what I wanted. His hips snapped forward relentlessly. Skin slapped skin. My moans grew louder and filthier. “Yes… f**k me… use my p***y… arghh!” He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand. His other hand squeezed my small breast, pinching the n****e hard. I bucked beneath him, loving the rough treatment. “You’re such a dirty little slut for me,” he growled, pounding faster. “Your slut… arghhh…” I panted. “f**k… I’m close!” “Come on my c**k then.” He angled his hips and hit that perfect spot inside me over and over. My eyes squeezed shut. My mouth fell open in a silent scream before I exploded. “Arghhhhh… yes! Kael… f**k!” My p***y spasmed wildly around him, squeezing his c**k like a vice. Fresh wetness flooded out around him. Kael flipped me over onto my stomach without pulling out. He covered my back with his body and f****d me deep in prone position, grinding against my ass. I buried my face in the pillow, moaning and cursing into it. “Mmmph… yes… deeper!” He gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them as he drove in and out. The angle made me feel every thick inch. My hands fisted the sheets. “God, you’re so f*****g tight,” Kael groaned, picking up speed again. We stayed like that for a long time… him rutting into me, me moaning and pushing back greedily. Sweat slicked our bodies. The room smelled of s*x and heat. Eventually he pulled out and lay on his back. “Ride me.” I climbed on top immediately. I grabbed his c**k, lined it up, and sank down hard, taking him all the way. “f**k yes,” I hissed, starting to bounce. My small t**s bounced with every movement. Kael reached up and played with my n*****s, twisting them. I rode him like I was starved for it. Fast. Rough. My ass slapped against his thighs loudly. I leaned forward, hands on his chest, and ground my c**t against him on every downstroke. He smacked my ass hard. The sound cracked through the room. I yelped but bounced even faster. “Again… spank me again!” Kael obliged, slapping both cheeks until they glowed pink. My moans turned into desperate cries. I leaned back, hands on his thighs, and rode him with wild abandon. “I’m gonna come again!” My body shuddered. I slammed down one last time and came hard, grinding and shaking on top of him. Kael felt my p***y milking his c**k and had to fight not to explode right then. He sat up, wrapped his arms around me, and took control from below. He f****d up into me with short, powerful thrusts while I trembled in his lap. “Kael… arghh…fuck!” “Urghh…” he growled against my ear. He kept thrusting, one hand between them rubbing my swollen c**t. My head fell back. Fresh moans poured out of my lips. “Yes… yes… don’t stop… I’m coming again… arghhhhh!” My second orgasm hit even harder. I clamped down on him, body convulsing. That was all Kael could take. He flipped me onto my back again, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and f****d me with everything he had. Deep. Merciless. Bed banging against the wall. “Gonna fill you up,” he grunted. “Yes… come inside me!” I begged, still riding the waves of my orgasm. He spanked my ass multiple times. Kael buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of c*m flooded my p***y. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper until he was completely spent. We stayed locked together, breathing hard. Kael's c**k twitched inside me, c*m leaking out around him with every small movement. I smirked up at him, running my fingers through his hair. He pulled out slowly, watching his c*m drip from my used p***y. Then he flipped me over again, spreading my legs. “We’re not done yet,” he said. I laughed breathlessly. “Good. Because I still want more.” Kael pushed back inside my c*m-filled p***y and started f*****g me again, slower this time but still deep. I moaned softly, pushing back to meet him. For the next twenty minutes we f****d lazily… changing positions every few minutes. Kael took me from the side, spooning me while rubbing my c**t. Then he had me on all fours again, pulling my hair as he thrust in and out. I came one last time, quieter but shaking just as hard. Finally, we collapsed in a sweaty, sticky heap. Kael's hand lazily stroked between my legs, playing with the mess he’d made.