"AAHHH! MMM! YES! YESSSS!!"

Catherine's voice rose with each thrust, completely unrestrained, the acoustics of the pool area amplifying every moan across the courtyard.

"It feels so GOOD!"

The water churned around them with each impact, creating waves that lapped against the pool's edge in rhythm with Alex's relentless pace.

The resistance of the water made every stroke deliberate, forceful, driving deeper than should be possible.

Catherine's grip on the chrome handrail was white-knuckled, the only thing keeping her anchored as pleasure threatened to drown her completely.

"Ahhhh! I can't believe..." Her words broke on a gasp as he hit that perfect spot again. "I've been missing out on all of this!"

The confession tumbled out unbidden, a moment of clarity between the waves of sensation.

All those months of restraint, of propriety, of denying herself this...

Wasted.

"Ummm! Yes, Alex! Keep going just like that!"

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed across the water... wet, obscene, unmistakable... each slap punctuated by her increasingly desperate cries.

Then Alex's voice dropped, taking on an edge that made her clench around him involuntarily.

"Look at you," he growled against her ear, hips never slowing. "Screaming like a needy slut."

His hand tangled in her wet hair, pulling just enough to arch her back further.

"Tell me something, Catherine." His voice dropped lower, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust.

"What happens when your precious niece sees you like this?"

Catherine's breath caught, but not from pleasure this time.

"When little Sophia, the girl threw me away like trash... walks in and finds her dignified aunt spread open, taking the man she discarded?"

His hips snapped forward particularly hard, driving the image deeper.

"Screaming for him. Begging for more."

The scenario crystallized in Catherine's mind with shocking clarity.

Sophia entering through that archway.

Those wide, innocent eyes landing on the pool.

Finding her aunt... the woman she respected, admired, tried to emulate... bent over a handrail, being fucked raw by the boy she had dismissed as beneath her.

Catherine's body clenched involuntarily around Alex's length.

Not with shame.

With thrill.

The heat flooding her veins wasn't embarrassment... it was dark, twisted excitement at the thought of Sophia seeing her like this.

Seeing that the man she'd treated as disposable was the same man reducing Catherine Blackwood to a moaning, desperate mess.

Alex felt her reaction immediately.

His dark laugh rumbled against her ear.

"Look at you getting even wetter." His grip tightened in her hair. "You're actually enjoying the thought of it."

Another brutal thrust.

"What a fucking slut."

CRACK

His hand came down on her ass.. hard, ruthless, the sound echoing across the water.

The sting bloomed instantly, sharp and burning, followed immediately by heat that spread through her entire body.

"Ahh—!"

The moan escaped her on instinct, breathy and unrestrained.

Catherine grinned wickedly despite the pain.

Because the thought wouldn't leave her mind now.

Sophia.

Willful, spoiled, entitled Sophia who'd thrown Alex away without a second thought.

Who treated everyone beneath her station like furniture.

Who'd been calling Catherine incessantly, demanding to meet, insisting she had important news to share.

Catherine had nearly forgotten about that in the haze of pleasure.

But now...

Now a deliciously mischievous idea took root.

Sophia needed a lesson.

The girl had grown too arrogant, too dismissive, too comfortable in her privilege.

She strutted through life expecting everything to bend to her will, never facing consequences for her cruelty.

She was a Blackwood in name, but not in substance.

A spoiled rich brat playing at power without understanding what it meant to truly wield it.

Perhaps it was time Sophia learned what happened when you discarded something valuable.

Time she understood that not everything revolved around her wants and whims.

Time for a dose of reality delivered by the aunt she claimed to respect.

Alex stilled for half a heartbeat… then smiled.

Slow.

Knowing.

Wicked.

Amusement flickered through his eyes as understanding settled in—not just of what Catherine was doing, but why.

"Such a vindictive little slut," Alex murmured approvingly. "Using me to teach your niece a lesson."

"Is that a complaint?" Catherine challenged breathlessly.

His answer was to drive into her with renewed vigor, the water churning violently around them.

"Not even slightly."

His pace never faltered, each thrust deliberate and devastating.

"And what about her mother?" Alex's voice dropped even lower, darker. "Your best friend?"

Another brutal thrust.

"Aren't you screaming for her man right now?"

"Does that make you a shameless slut, Catherine? Taking what belongs to someone else?"

The words should have stung.

Should have brought guilt crashing down.

Instead, they sent heat flooding through her veins.

"Yes!" The admission tore from her throat.

"God, yes... I don't care... just don't stop..."

Alex's laugh was dark, satisfied.

"That's what I thought."

His pace increased, brutal and unforgiving, the water splashing violently around them.

Then his rhythm faltered for just a heartbeat.

Catherine felt the shift immediately... the subtle change in his breathing, the way his grip tightened fractionally.

She tried to look back, but his hand in her hair held her in place.

"Alex? What—"

"Don't stop moving," he commanded, voice dropping lower. "And don't look."

His hips resumed their devastating rhythm, but something had changed.

The angle shifted slightly, positioning her more deliberately, making sure her profile was visible from...

'Oh God.'

Understanding crashed over Catherine as she heard it.

Footsteps.

Approaching the pool area.

Familiar footsteps.

"Alex—" Panic edged into her voice even as pleasure continued building. "Someone's—"

"I know." His voice held dark amusement. "So you'd better make this convincing."

His hand slid from her hair to wrap around her throat... not choking, just holding, possessive and claiming.

"Tell me," Alex murmured, loud enough to carry. "Tell me whose pussy this is."

Catherine's eyes widened.

The footsteps were closer now.

Almost at the archway.

"Alex, I can't..."

He thrust particularly hard, hitting that spot that made her see stars.

"Say it," he commanded. "Or I stop right now."

The threat was devastating.

She was so close, pleasure coiling tighter with each stroke, and the thought of him stopping now...

"Yours!" The word burst from her lips. "It's yours... only yours..."

"Louder," Alex demanded, his own voice rougher now. "Who do you belong to?"

"YOU!" Catherine screamed, beyond shame, beyond caring.

"I belong to you... your slut... your... OH... GOD!"

The footsteps stopped.

Right at the archway.

And Catherine's eyes met Victoria's across the courtyard.

Horror and mortification crashed over her, even as Alex's relentless thrusting continued, even as her body betrayed her by climbing higher toward release.

Victoria stood frozen, hand still raised toward the archway, eyes wide with shock.

"Alex—" Catherine's voice came out strangled, caught between pleasure and embarrassment. "Please... she's..."

"I know," he murmured, never slowing. "Wave to your best friend, Catherine. Let her see how good you're taking my cock."

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