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'Fuck you,' she hissed, but her hips bucked up instinctively, nipples hardening under his gaze. 'The only reason I am still drawn to you is because you were my first! The moment this whole divorce is over I will find a better man to replace you”

“You wish! Nobody would settle for a washed up cum rag like you” he teased her.

“Go to her then. Let her spread her legs for you in the driveway. But don't come crawling back when she doesn't make you feel like—'

'Like what? Like the dirty little mistake you are?' Chase released her wrists, but only to trail a hand down her body, cupping her breast, thumb flicking the nipple. 'Monica's easy. See how she is begging? Thats to show you I am in charge. I control these bitches and not the other way round, even after we divorce, if I want your pussy, I will get it whether you like it or not. But you? Fighting me one second, then moaning for my cock the next. You are nothing for me.'

Giselle prayed to not gash his face with the table lamp. Instead, she slapped his hand away, sitting up fully, sheets pooling at her waist. 'For someone who is literally all that why you're sneaking around in your own house? Are you this controlling around women but a coward in front of your dad?”

“Shut the fuck up bitch” he yelled at her.

“May be I'm too less woman for you, but I know my body still has it all. Tell her to come inside. I'll show her how to really fuck you—make you beg like you made me last night.'

Chase laughed, low and rough, his cock now fully erect, throbbing against her leg. 'Big talk. You think you can handle watching? I know what you are trying to do, get me to fuck you but you cant manipulate me.' He gripped her thigh, spreading her legs slightly. 'Or maybe you'd fight for my attention—push her aside and deepthroat me yourself, prove you're the better slut.'

Giselle's breath hitched, anger twisting with unwanted arousal. Her pussy clenched. 'I just cant with you this morning. You can see yourself out Chase.' She reached down, pulling the bed covers to her chest.

'Shit, Giselle... keep talking like that, and I might stay. Tell me you want me to fuck you' he was teasing her again.

'Get behind me satan,' she whispered. 'But I'd rather masturbate all by myself than reenact the mistake from last night.'

Chase's free hand slid between her legs, fingers finding her wet folds, plunging two inside without warning. 'Fuck, you're drenched.' He curled them, hitting her g-spot, making her gasp.

'Stop this Chase, you lost the right to my body the day you served me those papers, whatever happened last night was because…,' she paused, her voice trailing off as she struggled to remove his hand. 'Stop this Chase.'

He added a third finger, stretching her, thumb on her clit. 'Like I said last night, as long as we are still married, I will do whatever I want with your body until the divorce is finalized'

Giselle moaned, walls fluttering around him. 'I said stop it! Get your filthy hands of me, get your nasty hands off me Chase.’

'Goddamn, you're filthy when you're mad.' Chase pulled his fingers out, slick and shining, and pushed her back down, hovering over her. His dick nudged her entrance, teasing, while Giselle tried to fight her way out of his caged posture. 'One more text from her, and I'm gone. Unless you convince me to stay—fuck you right here, make you forget her name.'

The phone buzzed again on the bed. Giselle glanced, another from Monica: 'Hurry, baby. I'll finger my self while I wait, thinking of you stretching this pussy, hurry.'

'See?' Chase said, but didn't move, tip pressing in just an inch. 'She's eager to fuck. What you got?'

Giselle slaps him, trying to kick and free herself. 'Get away from me. I want nothing from you.' She rocked her hips, trying to avoid his forceful penetration, but she failed as he held her in place, pushing half his length inside her.

He slammed in fully, groaning. 'Shit, yes. Dont think of this as anything, take it that this might just be the last time you felt something this good inside your pathetic little self.' He thrust hard, setting a brutal pace, bed creaking. 'Tell me you hate sharing me.'

'I hate you Chase Hemingway,' she cried, nails raking his back. 'I hate you for everything you represent, get off me. Get away from me.'

Chase did not obey her, hips snapping, one hand choking her lightly. 'This pussy's addicted to my cock. I just need to warm up before I go fuck some senses into Monica.'

'I don’t want this anymore! I deserve better' She cried breathlessly, reluctantly clenching around him. 'Oh God please stop, chase please stop, you are hurting me.'

His strokes were beginning to hurt than give her any pleasure. She was beginning to feel irritated and wanted to get away from him but he held her in place just before he flipped her over, entering from behind, slapping her ass. 'Take this fucking dick like the needy bitch you are.' Each thrust punctuated his words, balls slapping her clit.

Giselle stopped moaning and fighting back, she simply pushed back, meeting him, praying for whatever torture this was to stop. The sheer thought of Monica waiting for him down stairs hurt her so much.

So she stiffled her moans while he fucked her. Until

He collapsed beside her, panting. But the phone buzzed again. Chase pulled out, cum leaking down her thigh. 'She's still waiting.'

Giselle rolled over, glaring. 'Get the fucking hell out of my face.'

He smirked, grabbing clothes from the floor. 'We'll see.' He dressed quick—jeans, shirt—storming out, door slamming behind him.

Giselle lay there, body heaving as tears welled up in her eyes, she felt miserable. She was tempted to call Lawrose and Serayah, but how was she going to tell them that she allowed Chase sleep with her twice. They would literally kill her. Especially after the way she ended the call on them. She was batshit angry with herself.

She managed to pull herself to the window where she could see Chase jogging towards his mistresses car, he watched as Monica came down from the drivers seat for Chase to go in and cat-walked to the passenger sit with the door already open for her, she watched them drive away.

In that moment, a new wave of unexplained jealousy hit her, she quickly went to shower and got into her pajamas, before heading out for Richards, if Richard wanted to be stupid cheat, she might as well play the game too.