“That’s it, bitch,” Kathy spat, the words laced with a venom she hadn’t realized she possessed. He probably thought she was so much better. He was wrong. “Learn what real fucking feels like!”
Kathy’s nails dug into Emma’s hips, the flesh yielding beneath her fingers. Control. She needed control. She gripped tighter, using Emma’s body to leverage her thrusts. Emma whimpered, and Kathy felt a warm thrill of satisfaction flood her body. She gritted her teeth, her movements becoming more aggressive.
“Is this how he liked it? Is this how you kept your job?” Kathy’s voice was a low snarl. “Moan for me, slut. Tell me how good I am.” Tell me I’m better than him. Kathy couldn’t keep the bitterness out of her voice. The divorce had gone her way, the company was hers again, but the memory of his hand on another woman’s back at the company party still made her stomach churn. He had humiliated her in front of everyone, and that burned inside her…
