My Ex Husband Lost Me To His Rival

Chapter 8 : What possession feels Like

( OLIVIA POV )

The door clicked shut.

I heard Blake stepped in. That same soft click he always made when he came home late and drunk. his tie already losed. his Shoes kicked off somewhere by the chair — one of them hit the leg with a dull little thud. I stayed right where I was, on my side, facing the wall.

My yes wide open in the dark. Not even pretending to sleep tonight.

His hand landed straight on my hip. No hey, no how are you, nothing. Just his palm sliding under the nightdress, pushing the silk up my thighs, up over my ass like he’d done a hundred times before. His fingers were still a little cold from outside.

I turned toward him anyway.

His mouth went to my neck first. Sucked me really hard. I knew there’d be a mark again. He always left one mark there when he was in this mood. Then he moved lower, dragging his face down, stubble scratching my skin. He shoved my legs apart with his knee, no warning, no slow build. Just opened me up.

His head went between my thighs.

Tongue licked me slowly and warm at first.Then harder. He sucked on my c**t like he was trying to pull something out of me. Wet, Noisy. I gasped and grabbed the sheets, twisting them tight in my fingers.

My other hand went to his hair because I knew he liked that. He groaned against me, the sound vibrating right through my body. “Yoy taste so f*****g good,” he said, voice muffled and rough, like he was talking more to himself than to me.

He pushed two fingers inside while his tongue kept going. Fast. The wet sounds filled the whole room. Sloppy. Loud. My hips twitched up without me really meaning them to. I moaned because I knew he liked it when I moaned. And yeah, it was driving my body crazy, the pressure building, that tight heat spreading. But my head… my head was somewhere else entirely

He sucked harder. Fingers curling inside me, pressing that spot he knew too well. My legs started shaking. The orgasm hit me anyway, sharp and fast, ripping a real cry out of my throat. I clenched around his fingers, thighs squeezing his head. For a few seconds everything went white and loud and nothing else mattered.

Then it faded.

Blake pulled back suddenly, breathing hard, mouth shiny in the dark. He moved up my body fast. His hands grabbed my breasts, squeezed them hard, like he was testing how much they could take. He pinched my n*****s until I hissed through my teeth, the sting sharp and familiar.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

I did.

He pushed his c**k between my lips. Thick. Heavy. I could taste myself all over him. I sucked him the way he taught me — tongue sliding along the underside, pressing there, flicking near the head. Blake groaned and put his hand in my hair, pushing deeper. “f**k yes… just like that.”

He f****d my mouth for a while. Slow at first, then faster. Deeper. My eyes watered. My jaw started to ache. Saliva ran down my chin. I kept going, kept making the noises, kept breathing through my nose when I could. He was breathing harder now, almost panting.

Then he pulled out.

Flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing.

Pushed my legs wide again.

Slammed inside me in one thrust.

I cried out. The stretch burned for a second. The bed creaked loud under us.

skin slapped against skin, hard and rhythmic. He f****d me fast, one hand still squeezing my breast, the other gripping my hip tight enough to bruise. Sweat was already sliding between us.

“Take it,” he grunted, voice low and strained.

I moaned for him. Clenched around his c**k. Moved my hips with his like I always did. The headboard kept banging against the wall. Bang. Bang. Bang. His breath was hot on my neck, fast and heavy.

“Say my name.”

“Blake…” I whispered, voice shaking exactly the way he liked it to shake.

He groaned loud, almost desperate, and pulled out suddenly. His fist stroked himself fast, slick from me. Hot c*m shot across my face — on my lips, my cheek, one streak right over my eye. More landed on my breasts, thick and warm, dripping down slowly. He watched the whole time, chest heaving, that dark satisfied look in his eyes.

Then he pushed back inside me for a few more thrusts, finishing what was left, dragging it out. Finally he rolled off me, breathing heavily.

I just lay there.

Cum on my face. c*m leaking out between my legs. Sticky and Messy. The fan above us turned slow, pushing the smell of s*x and his cologne around the room. Blake reached for his phone. The screen lit up blue and sharp. He smiled a little Small. The kind of smile he never gave me anymore. His thumbs moved fast across the glass. Then he put the phone face down and dropped onto his back.

His breathing slowed,deep and even. He slept off . Just like that.

I turned my head and looked at him. Jaw relaxed now. The same sharp jaw I used to kiss when we first started. The same face I once thought could actually love me.

I stared at him for a long time. Not because it hurt — though it did, somewhere deep in my heart— but because I wanted to remember. Really remember. This version of him. The one who f****d me and fell asleep like nothing was wrong.

I wanted it burned in my head for when I finally walked away for good.

The city lights glowed weak through the curtains. A siren passed somewhere down below. I closed my eyes. One minute. My skin was starting to feel tight where his c*m was drying.

Then Blake’s phone lit up again. Face down, but the preview was bright enough.

I turned my head.

Aria: “Did you tell her yet?”

My eyes snapped open wide in the dark. The words sat there, glowing, then the screen went black again. Tell me what?

My heart started pounding hard in my throat. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe loud. c*m still sticky on my cheek, on my chest, leaking onto the sheet underneath me. Blake kept sleeping beside me, dead to the world. The fan kept turning in our room.

Tell me what?

The question kept repeating in my head. I lay there staring at the ceiling crack I’d been noticing for weeks now, Something inside my chest pulled tighter, then just… snapped.

I didn’t cry. I was done crying.

But I wasn’t staying either. Not after this.