They talk

Adam locked the door behind them. Mia kicked her shoes off in the hallway and walked straight to the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed. Adam followed. He stood in front of her for a second, then sat beside her.

Neither of them spoke at first.

Mia looked at her hands. Then at him.

“You didn’t stop,” she said. “When she started screaming. When she said she didn’t want it. You kept fucking her. And you told her why. You told her it was because she talked about me. Because she said I didn’t deserve you. Because she tried to humiliate me.”

Adam nodded. His hand rested on her thigh.

“You liked that,” he said.

“I loved it.” Mia’s voice was quiet. “I loved hearing you say it while you were inside her. I loved that you didn’t care that she was crying. I loved that you punished her for what she said about me. You weren’t just fucking her because I asked. You were fucking her because she insulted your wife. That was different. That was better.”

She turned toward him.

“You held her down and told her you were going to fuck some sense into her. You told her she was being punished for talking down to me. And she came. She came while she was begging you to stop. And you didn’t stop. You just kept going until you came in her.”

Adam’s thumb moved on her thigh.

“She earned it,” he said. “Every word she said about you. Every time she called you nothing. She got on her knees and sucked my cock and told me you didn’t know how to take it. So I used her. And I’ll do it again.”

Mia was quiet for a moment. She looked at the wall. Then back at him.

“Was it rape?”

Adam didn’t hesitate.

“I don’t care.”

Mia waited.

“She insulted you,” he said. “She tried to take me. She laid in your old bed and moaned my name and told me you were an undeserving slut. She crawled to me and begged for my cock and then changed her mind when she saw you. I don’t care what she calls it. She talked about my wife. So I raped her. I’ll rape her again. Every chance I get. I’ll make sure she understands exactly where she stands. She doesn’t get to say those things and walk away from it.”

Mia’s hand covered his on her thigh.

“You mean that.”

“Yes.”

She was quiet again. Longer this time. Her fingers tightened.

“She still has the house for two more days,” she said. “She’s probably still on that floor. Or she got up and tried to clean herself. Either way, she knows we can come back.”

Adam looked at her.

“What are you thinking?”

Mia’s mouth curved. Small.

“I’m thinking we don’t wait for her to text. I’m thinking we go back tonight. I’m thinking you fuck her again. And again. Until she stops trying to talk. Until the only thing she does when she sees us is get on her knees. I’m thinking we use the fact that she insulted me every single time. I’m thinking we make it the reason. Every time.”

She turned fully toward him.

“She doesn’t get a say. You said that. So we keep saying it. We keep showing her. And we keep fucking her. Because she opened her mouth about me.”

Adam’s hand moved higher on her thigh.

“Tell me exactly what you want.”