Fucking My Fiancèe

Fucking My Fiancèe
Chapter 53

MARCUS

I stumbled away from the door just as she screamed his name and they both chased their release.

I couldn’t watch. Couldn’t stand there taking it all in. Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to come as a shock to me, but witnessing it firsthand—seeing it unfold, right in front of me—was too much.

No doubt he must have told her about me and Kim. He must have laid it all out for her and she chose him.

My rage knew no bounds. But it wasn't like I didn't see this coming. I dreaded it. My breathing was labored as I tried to get a hold of my emotions. I stumbled and almost knocked over a vase, but quickly composed myself and ran out of the house.

Once in my car, I rolled the windows up and, in a moment of raw fury, punched the steering wheel so hard my knuckles burned.

“Fuckkk!”

My whole body trembled with rage. My hands were shaking as I pulled out my cellphone and dialed Kim’s number. She didn’t respond. I flung the phone across the car.

I was mad. So, so mad. I could feel it in my bones.

I drove back to the house and saw Wendy in the living room. Her face lit up when she saw me, and she asked how the meeting with the planner went. I didn’t respond. I stormed straight to my room, smashing everything in my way.

In my mind's chaos, I heard Kimberly's worried voice as she rushed inside my room, asking what the matter was. But I was too lost to reason, to talk.

My fingers dragged through my hair, my hands running over my face in frustration. When I looked at her, I felt my eyes sting.

“He was fucking her,” I cried. “He was FUCKING her in front of me!”

With a swipe of my hand, I scattered the things on my dresser.

“What’s going on?” I heard Wendy’s voice. She was standing by the door with a horrified look, her eyes glancing around the room and then at me.

Kim immediately turned to her.
“Um, Mom. I’ll handle it. It’s nothing serious.”

“No. Don’t tell me that, Kim. This is very serious,” she said, stepping into the room.

“Mom!” Kim called again, making Wendy turn to her. “I promise, I’ll handle it. He’s not in a position to entertain anyone right now, and you know he listens to me. I promise, when he’s calmer, he’ll come to you.”

I could hear them loud and clear even through the storm in my head and the pounding in my chest. I could feel her eyes on me as I grabbed my hair from the roots in agony.

“Is this about Olivia?”

“Mom, please. Just let me handle this.”

Eventually, Wendy left, and Kim quickly locked the door and walked toward me.

“You need to calm down, Marcus. What happened?”

“HE WAS FUCKING HER!!! CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THAT?!”

“Who? Damon?!”

“Who else, Kim? Who else! And why the fuck weren't you answering your goddamn phone!?”

I was losing my mind. The look on Damon’s face. The way he looked at me while he took her. While he fucked her.

Kimberly placed a hand on my chest.
“Relax, Marcus, you—”

“I told you not to tell him, Kim. I begged you not to let him know about the child. And now—look at what happened! He locked eyes with me while he fucked my fiancée. In her bathroom!”

“Lower your voice!” Kim hissed.

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!” I roared back.

“But I thought you both went to see the wedding planner. When did she return from the… birthday stuff?”

“I don’t know, okay? She didn’t show up. Our wedding is in four days, Kim, and she didn’t even show up—because she was busy fucking my brother!”

I dropped to my knees, almost ripping my hair out. Kim knelt beside me, gently prying my hands free.

I looked at her with tears in my eyes.
“I’ve lost it all, haven’t I? He succeeded in taking everything from me. He’s taken her from me. It’s obvious she chose him. I… I lost her. What about the marriage, Kim? What do I do?”

She placed her hands on my shoulders, trying to soothe me.

“What do I do?” I asked again, my voice cracking. “I can’t afford to lose this. Dad is supposed to hand everything over to me in a few days. But how do I make it happen, Kim…?”

She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me to her chest. “It’s okay,” she whispered soothingly. “Everything will be fine. Chill.”

I shook my head, but she shushed me, weaving her fingers through my hair. “Just relax, Marcus. I promise, everything will be fine. You're not losing anything.”

But all I could see was Damon’s face as he fucked Olivia. And her screams. Her loud moans. I wasn’t sure if she saw me, but it felt like they were mocking me.

I pulled away from Kim instantly, my rage spiking.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you had just shut up!” I snapped. “This wouldn’t have happened if we hadn’t—”

“If we hadn’t what?” Kim cut me off, pissed. “If we hadn’t fucked? If we hadn't given in to our desires and had the best sex of our lives?”

She stepped closer, fire in her eyes. “What else do you want me to say, Marcus? Fine, I accept I might have gone overboard letting him know about the child, but do you honestly think he would’ve gotten over her regardless? Do you honestly think you could handle a lifetime with her, knowing fully well she could be fucking your brother every second of the day? You think she’ll be faithful to you? I know this alliance isn’t built on love. It can’t be. You want what you want, but at the end of the day, your brother Damon will always be an obstacle, Marcus.”

Every word she spoke only fueled my rage because I knew she was right. My blood boiled.

“Do you trust me, Marcus?” she asked.

I scoffed, shaking my head. “Do not talk to me about trust, Kim.”

She forced my chin towards her, but I ripped her wrists away, making her gasp. “I need you to get out of my fucking room.”

“No. You don’t want that.”

“And who are you to tell me what I want and don’t want? Get the FUCK out of my room, Kimberly!”

She inhaled deeply, not losing eye contact with me. “You’re not mad at me. And I’m not leaving you in this state.”

My hands went to her throat instantly, clutching tight as I glared into her eyes, breathing heavily. “I AM fucking mad at you. This is all your fault. And I’m not just asking you to fuck off. I demand—”

A sudden sharp squeeze on my cock froze me.

A hiss ripped out of me, shock tearing through me as blood rushed south. My cock stiffened instantly against her palm, straining against my trousers, betraying every ounce of my fury. My jaw locked, fury mixing with the heat flooding my body.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing—” I growled, voice breaking under the betrayal of my own body.

“I understand you’re angry, upset, and feeling a whole lot right now, Marcus." She started slowly, "But you’ll have to calm down and accept that I can help you as well.” Her hand slid up and down the length of my already hard cock, making it impossible to breathe, impossible to focus. “I’m here for you. You’re angry at me? Fine. Channel that anger into something else. I’m here,” she whispered.

The look in her eyes was pure lust. But I scoffed in disbelief. “You’re asking me to fuck you?”

She squeezed harder, and I gasped, my head reeling. But I didn’t stop her.

“I don’t like seeing you this way, Marcus. And I understand—you need an outlet for your emotions. And I know you want to fuck me so hard right now. What then are you waiting for?”

I stared at her face for a long moment, feeling conflicted. “Get down.”

A ghost of a smile spread across her lips. She instan
tly dropped to her knees.

I fumbled with my belt, my fingers hurried, until my cock sprang free, almost slapping her chin.