Chapter three

Diana’s POV 

He grabbed my hips, spun me around again and pressed my front to the fess. 

My cheeks rested against the cool surface, my tits flattened against the wood. 

I heard the rip of a condom, I braced myself for his cock on my pussy. 

When suddenly I felt a hard object shove through my ass. I nearly screamed but Ryan just placed his hand over my mouth. 

“Enjoy it babe.” Before I could protest, he pushed his cock into my pussy. 

Oh fuckkkkk. 

I nearly went mad with pleasure, the pain I felt earlier faded away, replaced with a new feeling of ecstasy. 

He slammed his dick into my pussy, while rubbing my slit with his fingers.

I was just about to have another orgasm when suddenly he stopped. 

I pushed my ass back impatiently. 

“Beg me,” he said, his voice dark with lust. 

“Please,” I gasped immediately. “Please fuck me, Ryan. I need it, I need your cock so bad.”

He slapped my ass again, harder, then grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back so my throat was exposed. 

His mouth found the side of my neck and he bit down, his teeth sinking in just enough to make me gasp. 

“Greedy girl,” he growled against my skin. “You know, I’d ratheer fuck this pussy in front of Gavin so he’d know who’s yours. It’s mine right?”

I whimpered, nodding as much as his grip would let me. “Yes it’s yours.”

He let go of my hair and both of his big hands clamped down on my hips, his fingers digging in so hard I knew I would have bruises tomorrow.

He put in just an inch, let it stretch my entrance open. 

I cried out, my legs shaking. “Please… give me more.”

He moved in another inch and my pussy fluttered around him trying to pull him deeper, but he held me still. 

“Ryan please…”

“Tell me who owns you…” he demanded, his voice getting darker. “Tell me before I pull it out.”

“Youuuu” I sobbed, “Some times I’d fuck myself with toys and pretend it was you, pretend you were punishing me for being such a clingy slut.”

He groaned and slammed the rest of the way inside me in one brutal thrust. 

“Yessss!!!” I screamed, feeling the burn against my walls. 

He bottomed out, his balls pressed tight against my cunt,. My pussy clamped down around him hard, already trying to milk him. 

“Jesus, fuck.” he grunted. The pressure built fast and vicious, my legs were shaking so hard, I would have fallen if he wasn’t holding me up, 

“Ryan, I’m….”

“Do it,” he snapped, pinching my clit hard. “Come all over this dick right now.”

My pussy clamped down so tight that he cursed loud, thrusts stuttering for a second as I came , gushing around him juices running down my thighs and his balls

My whole body shook, my vision going white at the edges while I screamed his name over and over. 

He slammed in deep one last time and held there, his cuck pulsing as he came, flooding the condom with heat. 

His whole body shook against mine, his breath ragged against my neck. 

We stayed like that for a long minute, breathing hard.  

When we came back inside, everything felt… off.

Gavin was standing now, arms crossed, jaw tight. The game sat abandoned on the table.

“You good?” I asked softly.

He didn’t answer me. His gaze went straight to Ryan.

“You know,” Ryan said casually, dropping into his chair, “I’ve been meaning to say something.”

“Ryan,” I warned.

He ignored me. “It’s funny how you look at her.”

Gavin’s eyes darkened. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Ryan shot back. “You’ve been in love with her for years. You just never had the balls to do anything about it.”

“That’s not true,” I said sharply, standing. “Stop it.”

Ryan laughed, humorless. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

Gavin didn’t speak.

The silence felt loud.

“Ryan,” I said again, firmer now. “You don’t get to say that about him. He’s my family.”

Ryan turned to me. “Then why does he act like he owns you?”

Gavin stepped forward. “I don’t.”

“Yes, you do,” Ryan snapped. “You want to fuck her. Say it.”

“That’s enough,” I said, heart racing. “Both of you.”

Ryan looked at me then, really looked. “Choose.”

I froze. “What?”

“Me,” he said, voice hard, “or him.”

My mouth opened—but nothing came out.

Ryan nodded slowly, like he’d expected it. “Yeah. Thought so.”

He grabbed his jacket, eyes never leaving Gavin. “You can have her.”

“Ryan—” I reached for him.

He stepped back. “I’m done.”

The door slammed behind him.

And just like that, the room collapsed around me.

I sank onto the couch, hands shaking, tears spilling before I could stop them. “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” I whispered. “I didn’t.”

Gavin was there instantly, kneeling in front of me, hands gentle as they always were. “Hey. Hey. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” I cried. “I ruined everything.”

He pulled me into his chest. I clung to him, sobbing, breathing him in like I had a thousand times before.

When I finally pulled back, his expression had changed. Resolved. Final.

“I’m leaving,” he said quietly.

I blinked. “What?”

“London,” he continued. “Work transfer. Two years.”

My chest tightened. “When?”

“Soon.”

I nodded numbly. “Okay.”

He studied my face, like he was memorizing it. Then—before I could react—his hands came up, framing my face, and he kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t hesitant.

It was desperate.

I shoved him hard. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

He stared at me, breath uneven. “I’ve loved you for ten years.”

“You don’t get to do that,” I snapped. “Not like this. Not now.”

“You deserved to know.”

“I didn’t ask to know,” I shot back. “And I didn’t ask you to choose this moment.”

The hurt on his face turned sharp. Defensive. “I’m not apologizing for loving you.”

“Well I’m not thanking you for ruining my night,” I said, voice breaking. “You don’t get to decide when my life explodes.”

Silence stretched between us, thick and painful.

I grabbed my bag. “I can’t do this.”

“Diana—”

I walked out.