I wasn’t.
Rose was on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, her screams piercing my ears like serrated daggers gouging out my eardrums, as Sabbath—my Sabbath, fucked her viciously from behind. She was contorted at an odd angle. His mammoth hands wrapped around her throat, pulling her back as his other gripped her hip, conducting the wild thrusts in and out of her pussy.
It was one thing to assume… it was another to see it up close and personal.
A wall of tears built up over my eyes, before they all came cascading down, flooding my cheeks like a dam had burst open and was drowning out the valley below.
Utter devastation took over me as my head swirled with betrayal. I couldn’t feel anything but unworthiness as I watched the man I had devoted ten years of my life to, fuck it all away for a little piece of easy ass.
The weight of it all hit me like a freight train, and I started to sway, the world spinning around me as I hurtled to the ground.
Inches from the floor, strong arms encircled my waist, catching me before my head would’ve cracked on the hard concrete.
I was too weak to look up. Too stunned to even remotely move my eyes from the horror scene playing out before me.
Weightlessly, my savior picked me up from the ground, quickly carting me away from the room. I was placed on my bed, curling into the familiar black comforter for support.
Did he fuck them here too?
The thought had me ripping upward, almost smacking my head into my savior’s nose. His comforting hands stopped me, keeping me still as everything around me continued to swirl like a whirlpool meant to drown me.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Snyder’s voice whispered, filtering into my thoughts.
“How long?”
He shrugged.
“How many?”
His eyes met mine as those sultry lips dipped into a frown. “Does it really matter?”
His face was slightly red from where I slapped him, and now I just felt bad for doing it.
“Yes. It matters to me.”
Snyder sucked in a breath and sighed, obviously not wanting to break bro code or whatever it is guys had when it came to this cheating bullshit. “That I know of… including Rose… six.”
Six!
He’s fucked six women in this club?
How?
Why?
And more importantly, when?
I was always around, which meant he was doing all this right under my nose. I had a feeling, but never had any proof. Only whispers and stories being spread throughout the club.
That fucking bastard.
A trembling shake tremored through my shoulders as emotion smacked me in the face. Six women had felt my man’s dick. Six women had been claimed by the man who was only supposed to claim me. Six!
My lip vibrated with shameful despair, doing my best to figure out why I wasn’t good enough for him anymore.
Snyder’s fingers tipped up my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “He doesn’t deserve you,” he said almost breathlessly. “If you were mine, you’d never have to worry about me skating around on you. I’d be the one doing tricks just to impress you and keep you looking my way.”
A blush crept across my cheek, warming me from the inside out. The pad of his thumb traced over my lips and aroused shivers crept up my spine.