𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 ✓ | 18+

Chapter Thirty

Oliver

The dimly lit apartment felt suffocating as I watched Emily pour me a drink, her movements slow and deliberate. She was oblivious to the danger she was in, foolishly letting a stranger like me into her home. foolish whore. My eyes scanned the room, searching for Isabella, but she was nowhere to be seen, just as I had expected.

"And yeah, I have a roommate, by the way. She isn't here, so..." Emily's voice trailed off as she poured herself a drink, her words lost on me as I focused on the plan unfolding in my mind.

"Good," I said, stepping closer to Emily and grabbing her face, forcing her to look at me. I kissed her roughly, not caring about her feelings or consent. She was just a pawn in my game, a means to an end.

The plan was simple yet twisted: I would fuck Emily while Isabella caught us. Emily was Isabella's best friend, so this would hurt her even more, perhaps even break her. The thought sent a thrill through me, a sick satisfaction in knowing that I was causing pain.

I guided Emily to the couch, sitting down first and gesturing for her to straddle me. I wanted her to do all the work; I wasn't going to expend any more effort than necessary on this pathetic girl.

"Ride me." I commanded, my voice cold and commanding.

Her cheeks flushed at my words, and she hesitated for a moment before complying. She was trying to act confident, but I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. She was just a whore, after all, and whores don't get to be shy.

I pulled a condom from my pocket and handed it to her, watching as she fumbled with it, clearly inexperienced. I rolled my eyes; she had probably never seen a cock as big as mine. But she was no stranger to sex, which only added to my confusion.

As she slid the condom onto my cock, I felt a surge of arousal. Not because of her, but because of the power I held over her. She was putty in my hands, and I relished in it.

She lowered herself onto me, and I could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate my size. She moaned loudly, and I could see the pleasure and pain in her eyes. I didn't care; her fucking feelings meant nothing to me.

"Fuck, Oliver, you're so big," she moaned, riding me harder and faster.

I watched her, bored by her attempts to be sexy. She looked a damn mess, She was nothing compared to Isabella, and the only reason I was hard was because of the anticipation of Isabella's reaction, not because of anything Emily was doing.

She was close to coming, her pussy tightening around me, but I wasn't interested in her pleasure. I was only interested in the pain I would cause Isabella.

"Shit, Oliver! I'm coming!" she yelled, her voice echoing in the room.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door handle move. Isabella was here, just as I had planned. I quickly turned my head towards the door, keeping up the pretense of fucking Emily as I pounded into her harder.

The door opened, and Isabella's face appeared. She stared at us, her expression a mix of shock, betrayal, and hurt. I smirked at her, relishing in her pain.

"God, that was-" Emily started, but stopped as she noticed me looking towards the door.

She turned her head, following my gaze, and her eyes widened in horror as she saw Isa standing there, tears streaming down her face.

"Omg, Isa, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you would come back so early," Emily stammered, jumping off me and backing away.

"Isa, I'm sorry you caught me fucking. It's embarrassing, I know," Emily continued, her voice shaking with fear.

"Isa, what's wrong?" Emily said, reaching out to touch Isabella's shoulder.

Isabella's gaze was locked on mine, her eyes filled with disbelief and pain. I could see her struggling to make sense of what she was seeing, to understand how her best friend could betray her like this.

"I'll be back later," Isabella said calmly, her voice barely above a whisper, before turning and walking out of the apartment.

I glared at her retreating figure, anger and frustration bubbling up inside me. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Isabella was supposed to be mad, angry, broken. But instead, she looked at me with a mixture of sadness and disappointment, and it made my blood boil. only because I felt hurt too for some odd fucking reason I couldn't understand why.

As Emily turned around to look at me and shrugged, saying, "Well, that was weird, but yeah, you can stay a little longer if you want," I felt annoyed. Did she really think I would stay? I grunted in irritation, standing up and taking off the condom. I zipped up my pants and headed towards the door.

"Wait, I'm still trying to uhh..." Emily's voice trailed off, but I didn't care. I was done with her.

With only a few feet between us, I threw the used condom in her face and pushed her out of the way. She was irritating as fuck. She was lucky I didn't kill her right then and there. But I had more important things to do—I had to catch up to Isabella.

"Ty brudna świnio z nizin społecznych! (you lowlife dirty pig)" Emily yelled after me, but I didn't even bother to figure out what she said. I made my way onto the streets, running to find Isabella.

Then, I saw her. Isabella was standing there, looking lost and vulnerable. A small part of me felt a twinge of guilt.