Displeasure settled into Mia's expression as she listened to the man shouting from the other side of the phone.
She'd always been faithful in her relationships — short as they were.
Never once cheated.
This was her first time.
But this was Kael.
If anything, her soon-to-be-ex should feel honored. Proud, even.
He should be bragging to anyone who'd listen that Kael Mercer had his hands — and his cock — on his girlfriend's body.
"You piece of shit," Mia said, voice steady.
"I put up with you all this time — your constant whining about how everyone else is jealous of your connections, your pathetic need to name-drop every mid-level manager you've ever met just to feel important."
"Your little performances. Parading me around like some trophy girlfriend who works at Nexlify, just so you could pretend you were somebody."
She let the silence hang for half a beat.
"Before we dated, you showered me with gifts. After? I spent more money on you than you ever did on me."
A small laugh slipped out — cold, humorless.
"Can you imagine that? I didn't even accept you for you. I accepted you for your fucking money, and you couldn't even give me that."
"Instead, you wasted it on parties with those leeches you call friends."
"And please… stop bragging about who you know."
Her voice softened.
Not kindly.
Elegantly.
"Can't you brag about yourself?"
A pause.
"Or do you already know the truth — that you don't have a single thing worth bragging about?"
Mia inhaled slowly.
Then continued, like she was picking the sharpest knife in the drawer.
"And do you know what the worst part is?"
Another pause.
"It's not even your personality."
"It's your dick."
"One round and you're finished — moaning like you've conquered the world."
"Did you ever notice I was pretending?"
Her voice dropped lower. Intimate. Humiliating.
"Did you ever feel me cum, even once?"
"Answer me, you fucker."
Mia paused.
And finally, she looked down.
Kael had stopped moving at some point — cock still buried deep inside her, thick and throbbing like he belonged there.
He was listening too.
Watching her.
Mia reached for his hand and guided it back to her breast, squeezing his fingers there like a reminder.
Don't stop.
Then she returned to the phone, her voice turning colder. Almost refined in its cruelty.
"Do you know what I'm taking into my pussy now?"
"A cock more than twice the size of yours. Stretching me open. Hitting places you couldn't reach with a map and a flashlight."
"And it's fucking glorious."
"So tell me — is that my fault, or yours?"
"Anyway. We're done."
"Don't call. Don't text. Don't show your face."
"You're finished~."
The last word stretched on a moan because even with Kael barely moving, his cock simply being inside her was enough to keep the pleasure humming through her core.
She would've liked to end it cleaner. More composed.
But the pleasure wouldn't wait.
And the satisfaction still hit, sharp and bright, as she said it.
The ex; because that's what he was now — erupted into curses, threats, the usual noise.
Mia didn't hang up.
She set the phone face-up on the pillow beside them, speaker on, volume low but clear.
Let him hear.
Let him listen to every wet slap, every choked gasp, every time Kael bottomed out and made her whimper.She was not into exhibitionism.
But showing off that she was making love with Kael — even if only to one pathetic listener — lit something dark and bright inside her.
If she could, she'd stream it live to the whole fucking world.
To say: Look. Kael Mercer is fucking me.
She would die to do that.
Regardless of Mia's fantasy — regardless of the man cursing on the other side of the phone — Kael never stopped.
The boyfriend's rage turned to threats, then got swallowed whole under Mia's loud, shameless moans.
Kael had front-row seats to the whole thing, and he couldn't even pretend he wasn't enjoying it.
Judging by how Mia's walls clamped tighter around him, neither could she.
She was soaked from the drama. From the risk. From knowing her ex was hearing every filthy sound.
Kael felt it too.
Not annoyance.
Something else he couldn't name.
So he got rougher.
And in no time, Mia was shaking hard in his arms as she came.
She hadn't even finished trembling when Kael grunted — and spilled inside her cheating cunt.
"Yesss~… keep filling me… stuff my pussy full of your cum~…"
Kael dragged in a rough breath.
His cock was still hard. Still twitching inside her like it had no intention of quitting.
He looked down at Mia, flushed and greedy, and a thought flickered through his mind.
Since when was I this insatiable?
It came and went.
Kael resumed pounding.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the phone.
The call was still ongoing.
And he couldn't help but pause for half a second.
The ex had gone from cursing… to threatening…
And now?
Silence.
Did he pass out from rage? Blood pressure? Pure humiliation?
Kael wondered idly, even as Mia's tight cunt kept swallowing his cock like it was the only thing that mattered.
But Mia wasn't like him.
After catching her breath, she reached over, picked up the phone, and spoke into it with lazy venom.
"You piece of shit. Why haven't you hung up yet?"
"Don't tell me…"
Her lips curled.
"Was this your true nature all along?"
"A pathetic little cuck?"
She taunted him until a choked sound came through the speaker — half sob, half curse.
Mia smirked.
Then she ended the call.
And shoved the phone off the bed entirely.
She didn't mind letting him hear.
But she didn't want his disgusting voice intruding on her alone time with Kael anymore.
"Sorry you had to hear all that~," she murmured, voice softer now, almost sweet, as she turned her full attention back to Kael.
After that, there were no more interruptions.
Kael simply kept pounding her.
He made her come twice.
Then he spilled inside her again.
Kael exhaled a hot breath, thick with pleasure.
He finally let go of the soft, firm thigh he'd been holding.
His cock slid free with a wet plop.
He was still catching his breath when Mia — equally breathless — shifted and rolled onto her stomach.
Then she raised her hips and spread her knees.
A silent invitation.
Kael stared.
Her ass swayed slightly, seductive without trying.
His cum was already dripping down her inner thighs in slow, creamy trails.
And when he grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide, exposing the swollen pink mess of her cunt still leaking his release…
The lust inside him, the part that should've died down after he came, only flared harder.
Both of them forgot the ex-boyfriend.
Forgot the phone.
Forgot everything.
They were in their own world, where nothing mattered except this.
Kael gripped her waist, lined himself up—
And slammed home in one brutal thrust.
Mia's hands fisted the sheets.
Her moans were muffled into the pillow, but her body told the truth — rocking, shaking, taking every hard snap of his hips as he drove into her again and again.
And somewhere in the haze, Mia wondered.
Was it just lust?
Or was it something possessive, triggered by the fact he'd heard she had a boyfriend?
She hoped it was the second.
Either way…
With how ruthlessly he was reshaping her, stretching her, molding her to his shape—
She already knew.
No one else would ever feel the same again.
Mia smiled into the pillow, ass high, body jolting with every brutal thrust.
Their lovemaking continued.
Messy. Relentless.
Perfect.