Chapter 200: Method
Bryce’s POV
Thanks to Vivian Rose, Bryce’s life was in limbo while she was out there doing everything that she wanted to do. Thanks to her he was stuck in hiding and with each day that past he resented her a little bit more. Now as he watched the pictures of Vivian smiling and laughing with Ryan Terrell like she had forgotten that Bryce even existed, his anger became even sharper. They had been together for years and she was over him so quickly after all that they had been through together. To him it was proof that he was the only one who had truly been invested in their relationship.
He had cheated on her so many times and she had cried so much. Back then, Bryce had taken that to mean that he was the man. That he was so good for her that it was devastating for her to realize that he had options. But now as he scrolled through the pictures, he realized something.
Back then, when Vivian had been crying her eyes out, she had not been doing so because of his actions. She had actually been crying because she had been thinking of all of the men that she could be sleeping with. Now that she was out there fucking a billionaire, she had the nerve to smile for the masses and let them take pictures of her.
"What a cheap whore. If I would have known that all it would take to get her to stop looking mopey all the time, would be for her to have sex with somebody who had more zeros in their bank account than I did, then I would have pimped her out to old rich men with more money than sense," Bryce said as he handed Gwendolyn her phone back.
Taking the device, the woman put it in her pocket but she did not turn around and leave. Instead, she went to sit on the foot of Bryce’s bed.
"Are you alright?" She asked. Her eyes wide with concern. Despite his foul mood, he could not help but smile at her.
"As good as I can be given that every day I’m realizing that I spent years with a gold digging slut without even knowing it," Nodding an understanding, Gwendolyn patted the side of the bed closest to her. Not really feeling like talking Bryce contemplated asking her to leave, but in the end he could never say no to a pretty lady, so he went to sit down next to her.
"Seeing them together like that hurts me too. It really makes me feel like Ryan never cared about me, that he was just using me,"
"His happiness with such a subpar woman makes me realize that I was right to sleep with his brother. The man never appreciated me," As she spoke, Gwendolyn began slowly undoing the buttons of her dress and Bryce stared at her, his dick going half-hard at the sight of the creamy skin being exposed.
"Seeing those pictures just now really hurt me," She confessed, a single tear running down her cheek and Bryce reached out and wiped it. Bringing his finger to his mouth, he licked the salty droplet away, making sure that Gwendolyn saw him do it.
"Make me feel better Bryce," She begged. Getting up, she let the dress fall and then she kicked off her shoes and got back on the bed. When she lay down, Bryce moved with her, ripping her underwear off and immediately getting to work. As always, he breached her with little prep, her pained moans music to his ears.
Thrusting in and out of her, Bryce thought that it would be business as usual. But as he loomed over her, his hands on either side of her head, Gwendolyn, tears streaming down her face, suddenly reached for one of Bryce’s hands. He let her lift it up and could only stare as she placed it against her throat. His hips jerking wildly as she brought the hand to her delicate neck and gave one command...
"Squeeze,"
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Still buried deep within her, Bryce found himself screeching to a halt.
What?
"Gwendolyn, are you sure? I know how much you hate marks." Any other man would have hesitated because they worried about hurting their partner, but Bryce had always found causing his bedmates a bit of pain to be arousing.
No hesitation on her face, Gwendolyn nodded, "Yes, strangle me. Use me. Take your pleasure," She whispered and that was all of the convincing that Bryce needed.
Increasing the pressure of his hand, he felt her sensitive bones begin to shift. Her throat bobbing, her mouth opening wide as she struggle to breathe. Watching her struggle like that gave Bryce a sense of power that he had never felt before. He split her open with his dick while his hand squeezed the life out of her and it had him feeling such a thrill that he was left seeing stars in a matter of seconds, his dick spurting as he allowed himself one last rough squeeze of Gwendolyn’s neck before he forced himself to let go and fell forward.
Despite having been the one doing this strangling, Bryce was somehow the one who was struggling to get his breathing under control while next to him, Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth was giggling breathlessly.
A few minutes later with both of them under control, Bryce was tracing the bright red hand print that he had left on Gwendolyn’s skin when an idea suddenly came to him.
"I have figured out how I am going to end Vivian Rose," He told Gwendolyn, her eyes widening. She tend her full attention to him.
"What are you going to do?" Gwendolyn asked and Bryce smirked as he answered her.
"I am going to strangle her with my bare hands," He told her. Where other women would have begun trembling in fear, his sweet Gwendolyn beamed, her smile brighter than anything he had ever seen before.