Pyke novel Chapter 31

Pyke’s body goes rigid. His eyes suddenly widen and his handsome face turns white. His hand was squeezing my waist stronger that his fingers might leave a mark on my skin.

“Well, look at you now, Pykie.” A voluptuous brunette of around mid-thirties walks closer to us. She’s a few inches taller than me, has a sun-kissed skin or she’s probably from southern California. She’s wearing a white dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Her hair is curled in large waves, but what catches my attention is her icy sapphire blue eyes staring at me with an angry glare that could slice me in two.

“Who’s this girl?” she asks, emphasizing the word girl with disdain, but Pyke is still shocked to respond.

I grab his sweaty hand, squeezing it, then I take a deep breath and smile sweetly at whoever is this bitch in front of us, perhaps, she’s Pyke’s ex-fuck buddy.

“Oh, hi, I’m Camila King.” I offer my hand for a handshake. I silently pray that she won’t touch me with her filthy hand and infect me with her bitchy attitude.

My brows slight arch when I realize how I introduce myself. What if this woman knows the King? She can laugh and insult me of a gold-digger whore and say I’m insane. As expected, my hand hangs in the air. “Pyke’s girlfriend,” I add, pulling my hand back.

She crosses her arms over her chest tapping slightly her perfectly manicured nails against her arm. Now, her stare can burn me into char.

“Really, since when?” she asks, mocking me. Her perfectly painted cranberry red lips spread into a devilish smile.

“Since a month ago,” I answer proudly.

Pyke clears his throat, then whispers, “Let’s get out of here, Camila.”

“It’s okay, Love. Let’s go to the VIP room,” I say and look up at him. I can see the beads of sweat on his forehead and his posture still rigid.

Who is this woman that affects Pyke so much?

“Pykie, why don’t you introduce me to your so-called girlfriend?” She rakes Pyke with her unrelenting stares, devouring him from head to toe with its intensity, then bite her lip seductively.

Anger radiates in my body that I want to poke my fingers into her eyes to the way she looks at Pyke.

“Stay away from me,” Pyke rushes his words, dragging me away.

I can feel Pyke’s sweaty hand gripping my hand back.

“Really, Pykie? Do you still cower like before? Do you still remember how we fucked? Does she even know how you screamed my name every time I made you come? Or how you ate me like you can’t get enough of me?”

Pyke stops at mid-stride. “Enough, Athena!”

I don’t realize my own gasp and how my hand instantly covers my mouth. I stand still to my feet as if I turn into a statue—an ice statue under the sun.

Oh, my God!

Is this the woman who used Pyke against his dad?

“Oh, Pykie, are you still afraid of your daddy dear?” she mocks.

“I’m not afraid of anyone. You can tell my dad yourself, for all I care. Just stay away from me. And don’t you ever mention the terrible mistake I did that I wished I didn’t do. I regretted it every-fucking-day!” His deep voice is controlled, trying not to create a scene, but his arms are shaking with anger.

I’ve never seen Pyke getting angrier over any woman before, but now I can feel his anger in each word he throws to the Athena woman in front of me.

“Regret? Now, you regretted it? I bet no woman would ever teach you how to fuck like the way I did, Pykie. This woman you are with right now doesn’t even look she can make you hard. I taught you everything. You should at least thank me, because of me you learned how to fuck, instead of feeling ashamed of me,” she chuckles when she notices Pyke is affected with her words.

Clearly, this woman has no shamed left in her system.

“And you used me, did you forget that?”

“Oh, Pykie, but you learned a lot. You know, you can always come to me if you feel bored of her, I have new tricks,” she says, shooting me a disgusting glance.

“Excuse me, Athena. Your time is long over. He’s done with you before I even exist in Pyke’s life. Now, he is mine and will never be yours again. He may have learned something from you, and thanks to that, but Pyke never fucks an old woman anymore.” I eye her in disgust—mocking her moves. “He has a taste, you know, and he prefers young, fresh pussies, and firm tits without an enhancement.” I point at her half-covered breast. “Now, back off, or else I will slap you with this clutch on my hand.” I raise my clutch bag and show her the silver buckle that I used once to hit Pyke.

She looks taken aback by what I said. If she thinks I will allow her to insult Pyke, then she underestimates me.

“He will throw you when he’s done, my dear. You may be younger than me, but I bet you don’t know anything—”

I wave my hand to dismiss her. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t judge me by my tiny body because I suck cock like a pro. I ride like a rodeo, and I can definitely tell you how much Pyke loves to take me from behind while he spanks my ass to raw.” I smirk and a wink. Oh god, where did those ideas come from?

Her eyes widen in shock like she can’t believe that I can talk dirty. Well, dirty is my middle name and not Leigh.

“He can throw me like trash once he’s done with me, but I bet my McLaren that he will never come back to you, so don’t dream too high, dear because once he’s done, he never fucks the same woman again.”

“What’s your name again?” she asks as she manages to get back her composure.

“Camila King,” I answer proudly.