Chapter 39

-Jared-

I had heard the door and the car pulling up, but Alison was so consumed by her impending orgasm that she didn't notice a thing. Knowing her husband was about to enter, I urged her to be as vocal as possible. It was time for him to learn the consequences of leaving his wife unsatisfied.

When Warren appeared in the doorway and witnessed his wife being taken from behind by me, the shock on his face was priceless. I wished I could freeze that moment forever. Alison turned her head as he spoke, her body tensing beneath me, torn between ecstasy and embarrassment.

Warren stood frozen, unable to move, but I didn't slow my pace. I continued to thrust into her, gripping her hips tightly and pulling her closer to me, intensifying the sound of our bodies colliding.

"She's occupied," I taunted, while Alison shook her head in disbelief. Warren turned his gaze toward me, just as I reached around and stimulated Alison's clit, pushing her over the edge. She arched her back, moaning deeply, trying to shield herself from the humiliation by burying her face in the bed. With a dark smile, I held Warren's gaze, the shock still holding him in place as my jacket slipped from his hand.

I came shortly after, releasing inside Alison, relishing the bittersweet satisfaction of exerting dominance over someone's life while reaching climax. It was an indescribable experience. As we reached our peak, Warren snapped out of his daze, his eyes narrowing, while Alison remained hidden.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Warren snarled, his voice filled with anger.

Still catching my breath, a thin layer of sweat covering my body, I chuckled. "I think it's quite obvious," I replied. "I'm fucking your wife."

"Alison!"

"I did say she was occupied," I reminded him, withdrawing from her as she curled up on the bed, clearly not prepared for the impending confrontation. She likely expected me to leave her there to face the music alone.

Warren seemed poised for a lengthy discussion, one that I knew would devolve into guilt-tripping and gaslighting. Despite Alison's claims of empowerment, she was anything but in control of this situation. Even now, she was retreating, likely strategizing on how to salvage what was left. But if Alison truly belonged to me, then it was time her husband accepted that reality as well. He had lost her to me, and there was no salvaging what was already gone. It was time for me to do what Alison couldn't.

I rose from the bed and retrieved the gun I had been carrying in my pants. Removing the safety, I cocked it and aimed it at Warren, who had seemed on the brink of confrontation. Warren froze, his breath catching audibly. The commotion drew Alison's attention, causing her to lift her head to witness the unfolding scene.

"Jared, no!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with panic. But I couldn't help but smile as I observed the trembling man before me.

"I think it's best if you pack your bags and find somewhere else to stay," I instructed him calmly, my gaze unwavering. "In the meantime, I'll keep your wife company and enlighten her on why divorcing you is the best decision she's ever made."

Alison clutched the sheets tightly, her complexion paling as she darted her gaze between Warren and me.

"The choice is yours," I informed him, my smile taking on a more sinister edge.

I knew a man truly devoted to Alison would have challenged me without hesitation. But Warren wasn't that man. He was willing to throw his wife to the wolves if it meant saving himself. With an angry snarl, he spun around and stormed out of the house, not bothering to collect any of his belongings.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I heard Alison mutter as I re-engaged the safety on my gun and stowed it away.

"Now that's taken care of," I remarked, turning to face Alison, who was glaring at me.

Approaching her, I climbed onto the bed and gently pushed her down onto it. "Jared, do you have any idea—" she began, but I cut her off.

"He was out all night, Alison. Why do you think that is?" I interjected.

"No, you don't understand. I asked him for some space," she explained.

"Space?" I echoed, seeking clarification.

"Yes, space," she affirmed.

"For what?"

"To think. I was already considering a divorce," she confessed.

"Then it's settled," I replied, assuming the matter was resolved.

"It had to be handled delicately. Do you not realize Warren could easily paint you as a lunatic to everyone? All the effort you've put into ingratiating yourself with my parents would go to waste, and I will be labelled as a whore!" she snapped, her frustration obvious. Alison was unaware of my true motivations for getting close to her family.

However, I could foresee the potential complications. I had acted impulsively, I realized. Shane was already suspicious of me. What would he think if his son-in-law came to him claiming I had been involved with Warren's wife and had threatened him with a gun?

Fuck, what had Alison dragged me into? I almost felt inclined to punish her for entrancing me in such a sexual frenzy, but as I looked down at her, I found I couldn't summon much outrage.

Shane already harbored mistrust toward me, and it was imperative that I heed Vince's orders to keep my distance. Besides, her father wouldn't divulge the truth regarding his work to Alison, making her my best defense. I was exactly where I needed to be, and a smile crept onto my face as I observed the bewildered expression on Alison's face.

"What?" she inquired.

"You don't receive many visits from your parents, do you?" I inquired.

"No," she replied, her response laced with uncertainty.

"Good."

"Why?" she questioned.

"No reason," I deflected.

"But aren't you concerned?"

"What should I be concerned about?" I countered.

She contemplated her response before coming to a realization. "I guess you have a point. You only befriended them to reach me, but we both know I'm insignificant to them, especially now that Warren and I will split," she lamented, covering her face with her hands and emitting a groan. "You seem to relish dropping bombs into my life, don't you?"

"I merely helped you reach a decision you were unable to make yourself," I clarified.

"But it wasn't your decision to make!" she protested, lowering her hands. I reached out and seized her collar, pulling her closer to me.

"What did we discuss last night, Alison?" I prompted.

She blinked rapidly, her mind racing to recall our conversation, and then she sighed.

"I'm yours..." she murmured.

"Say it with more conviction."

"I'm yours," she declared.

"Exactly, and I don't need a contract to make you confess it because we both know it's true. You desire me regardless, and I will take what I want from you," I asserted.

"And ruin my life in the process..." she added.

"Would that be so bad? Didn't you say I give you more meaning than anything else?" I pointed out, observing her eyes widen.

"So, do you want to do damage control or lie in bed with me all day?" I proposed.

"All day?" she whispered, her voice filled with hope.

"Yes," I confirmed with a smirk.

"You... don't have to go anywhere?" she inquired, her hope escalating.

"Not today."

"So, it's just you and me, alone in this house?" she deduced.

"Brings back memories," I teased.

"Yes, but this time you don't have a torture room designed for me," she quipped.

"I don't need that to torture you, and you know it."

She smiled, shaking her head. Pulling me closer, she kissed me passionately, then tugged me all the way onto the bed, making her choice abundantly clear.