Chapter twenty nine

Marcus thrust harder, hips snapping forward with a wet slap that filled the dim bedroom. Rachel’s legs locked tight around his waist, heels digging into his lower back like she wanted to pull him deeper. Her nails raked down his shoulders, leaving red lines that burned just right.

“Fuck, Rach… so tight,” he groaned, voice rough and low. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her chest, sliding between her bouncing breasts.

Rachel arched up, meeting every slam. Her pussy clenched around him on purpose, squeezing hard at the base of his cock each time he pulled back. “Harder, baby… give it to me like you used to give it to her.”

Marcus growled at that. His hand shot to her throat, not choking, just holding, thumb pressing lightly under her jaw. “Don’t talk about her.”

Rachel laughed, breathy and mean. “Why? You’re fucking me now. Not her. Me.”

She rolled her hips in a slow circle, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. The friction made her moan loud, high and needy. Marcus’s rhythm faltered for a second, then he pounded faster, desk-lamp light catching the sweat on his back.

His head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut tight, lost in the feel of her. He didn’t see the door crack open.

Didn’t hear the soft creak of the hinges. Didn’t notice Bella step inside because his position,face up toward the ceiling, body angled forward over Rachel, kept his back to the door and his eyes closed in pure pleasure.

Rachel’s tits bounced with every thrust, nipples dark and hard. Marcus dipped his head, sucked one into his mouth hard, teeth grazing. Rachel gasped, fingers twisting in his hair.

“Yes, bite it…fuck…”

He switched to the other nipple, sucking even harder while his free hand slid between them. Fingers found her swollen clit, rubbing fast circles. Rachel’s whole body jerked.

“Oh God…right there,don’t stop…”

Marcus lifted his head just enough to watch her face twist in pleasure, but still kept his eyes on her, never turning toward the door. “Cum for me. Cum on this dick.”

Rachel’s eyes flicked past him, straight to Bella frozen in the doorway. A slow, wicked smile curled her lips even as her body shook. She locked eyes with Bella, daring her to make a sound, while her pussy fluttered, then clamped down tight.

She cried out, sharp, broken, hips bucking wild as she came. Wetness gushed around his cock, soaking his balls, dripping down to the sheets.

Marcus didn’t slow. He fucked her through it, deep, punishing strokes, chasing his own edge. His groans got louder, rougher. Still facing away from the door, still blind to Bella standing there.

“Gonna fill you up,” he grunted. “Gonna cuminside you.”

“Do it,” Rachel panted, voice dripping with smug victory as she stared right at Bella. “Come in me. Mark me. Make me yours.”

He slammed in one last time, balls deep, groaned loud as he exploded. Hot spurts pulsed inside her, filling her up until it leaked out around his shaft. His hips jerked with each shot, body shaking.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Rachel’s legs slowly loosened, sliding down his sides.

Marcus pulled out slowly, his cock slick and shiny with both of them. A thick string of cum connected the tip to her swollen pussy before it snapped.

He collapsed beside her, chest heaving, face still turned toward the headboard, eyes half-closed in afterglow. He didn’t look back. Didn’t see Bella. Didn’t know she was there at all.

Rachel reached down, scooped some of the mess with two fingers, brought them to her mouth, and sucked them clean. Eyes still locked on Bella.

“Tastes like us,” she whispered, smirking. “Better than her ever did.”

Marcus stared at the ceiling, breathing slow.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t know the woman he once promised forever was watching every second of it.

Rachel rolled toward him, hand trailing lazy over his stomach.

“Welcome back to the winning side,” she said softly.

Marcus let out a tired laugh.

….

Bella stood there like someone had poured ice water down her spine.

The room smelled like sex. sweat, cum, Rachel’s cheap vanilla perfume. Marcus was still breathing heavily, face turned away, eyes half-closed, thinking he was alone with his secret.

But Rachel saw her.

Rachel’s eyes locked on Bella’s from the bed. That smug little smile spread slowly across her face, like she’d been waiting for this moment forever.

She didn’t even bother covering up. Just lay there naked, legs still spread, Marcus’s cum leaking out of her pussy, glistening on her thighs.

Bella’s mouth opened, but no sound came out at first. Her chest hurt so bad she thought her heart might crack open.

Rachel tilted her head. “Hey, bestie,” she said, voice sweet like poison. “You’re early.”

Marcus finally turned. His eyes went wide. “Bella?”

He scrambled to sit up, sheets tangling around his waist. “What the fuck…how did you…”

Bella ignored him. Her eyes stayed on Rachel. Everything clicked into place like a door slamming shut.

The bachelorette party. The drinks Rachel kept pushing at her. The blackouts. Waking up in Darian’s bed with no memory. The way Rachel had played the perfect friend after, crying with her, hugging her, telling her Marcus was an asshole for leaving.

It wasn’t bad luck.

It was Rachel.

All of it.

Bella’s voice came out low, shaking. “You did it.”

Rachel laughed—soft, happy, like she’d won a prize. She sat up slow, not bothering to hide her body. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”

Marcus looked between them. “What are you talking about?”

Rachel rolled her eyes at him. “Shut up, Marcus. Grown-up talk.”

Bella stepped closer. Her hands shook so hard she had to fist them. “You drugged me.”

Rachel shrugged. “A little something extra in your cocktails. Nothing crazy. Just enough to make you forget the night. And make you easy to move.”

Bella felt sick. “You sent me to Darian’s room. As an escort.”

Rachel’s smile got bigger. “Paid the hotel guy good money for it. Told him you were the girl they ordered. Easy. You looked the part, drunk, half-dressed, confused. Perfect little slut for the night.”

Marcus’s face went pale. “Rachel… what the hell?”

Rachel shot him a look. “Don’t act shocked. You were already fucking me for months. You hated how perfect she was. How everyone loved her. You said it yourself…‘Bella’s too good for this world.’ Well, I fixed that. Made her not so perfect.”

Bella’s eyes burned. Tears came, but she didn’t let them fall. “You wanted me gone so you could have him.”

Rachel leaned back on her elbows, legs still open like she owned the room. “I wanted what you had. The ring, Life. The man who looked at you like you were gold. So I took it. Piece by piece.”

Marcus stood up now, wrapping the sheet around him. “Bella, I didn’t know about any of this. The drugs, the escort shit…I swear…”

Bella cut him off with one look. “You believed it anyway. You called me a whore in front of everyone. You canceled the wedding without asking questions. You moved on to her like I never existed…and here you are, still fucking her”

Marcus opened his mouth and closed it. Looked guilty. Weak.

Rachel laughed again. “See? Even now he’s useless. Can’t even defend you properly.”

Bella stared at her ex-best friend. The girl she’d trusted with everything. Secrets. Tears. Dreams.

“You ruined me,” Bella said quietly.

Rachel shrugged. “You were in the way. Now you’re not.”

Bella felt something break inside her. Not soft. Not sad. Hard. Sharp.

She stepped closer to the bed. Rachel didn’t move. Just watched, smiling.

Bella’s voice dropped low. “You think this is over? You think you won?”

Rachel’s smile faltered just a little.

Bella leaned in. “I’m not the girl you drugged anymore. I’m not the one crying in corners. You took everything once. You won’t get a second chance.”

She turned to Marcus. “And you… you’re nothing. You never were.”

Marcus reached for her. “Bella, wait…”

She slapped his hand away. Hard.

“Don’t touch me.”

She looked back at Rachel one last time. “Enjoy him. He’s all yours now. But remember this…when it falls apart, when he cheats on you too, when you’re alone wondering why nobody stays… think of me.”

Rachel’s smile was gone now. Just a tight line.

Bella walked out.

Out into the night.

Her heart was broken.

But for the first time in months… it felt free.