Chapter 36

Valerie

Aiden stared at me with wide eyes, his disbelief evident in the way his gaze lingered on me. I could sense his astonishment, perhaps a hint of hurt beneath the surface, but my own pain overshadowed any sympathy I might have felt for him.

"Is it Laura you're imagining now, holding your dick, kissing you, your hands in her wet folds?" I pressed on, my words dripping with sarcasm and bitterness.

"Was it always her whom you saw when you came inside of me? Is it her sweet face you're imagining right now? Is it the taste of her lips you taste on my lips?" I taunted, each question a dagger aimed directly at his heart. "Tell me, Aiden, how does it feel to be looking at me and thinking of her? Does it make you sad that I'm not her, but just someone like her, like your sweet and innocent Laura?" My voice was filled with venom, my words a calculated assault on his emotions.

And then, with a sudden burst of rage, he pushed himself away from me, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.