You just snap

You reach over and grab her hair, causing Hannah to gasp in surprise.

You've been the nice guy your whole life, and actively fought to reject any impulse that didn't fit your genuine interest in upholding what have always been your core beliefs. Kindness is good, temperance is a necessary trait in men. You've been patient and gentle because you genuinely believe that you could just quietly be the good you want to see in the world and thereby make the world a better place.

You'd seen plenty of Internet content and advice where so-called "players" tell guys that the best way to succeed is, basically, to be an asshole. You'd always thought that Hannah's kind, beautiful love for you was proof positive that you didn't need to be a Darryl to really, genuinely win at life.

Then Hannah told you to your face that your love was basically worthless. That you'd been stupid. A naive pussy bitch-boy. Your heart was destroyed. She wasn't at all who you thought she was. Something died inside you in that moment, and Hannah became a living effigy for all the unfairness of life and cruelty of reality that you'd chosen to rise above rather than wallow in.

She pulls immediately against your hand, trying to free herself from your grip on her long dark hair. "Ow! Let me go!"

Head full of all the graphic images she'd just put there, fueled by too much anger and pain, you can't really stand the sound of her voice in the moment. "Shut the fuck up," you growl, grabbing her around the throat with the other hand, forcing her back down onto the bed on her back. Her words still echo in your mind: "Our love isn't stronger than my desire to be his whore."

Your grip on her throat tightens, and her hands clutch your wrist defensively, struggling weakly to pry your hand away.

"Whore..." you say, the word feeling foul and dirty on your tongue, but as you look down at her, it's honestly what you feel she is. What you now realize she's always been. Sure your more tender feelings are still in there, and she has a lot of other qualities, but now you see her for what she really and truly is: she's a beautiful, sweet, fun-loving, intelligent whore. And she's not even your whore. Not really. Some part of you may have been able to accept her if her secret need had been something like needing other men to fuck her as long as she could promise you that it was purely sexual or physical but that her love for you was the most important thing.

Hannah kicks her feet as her face starts to turn red, and to your shock—and perhaps horror—your cock is achingly hard again as she struggles beneath your hands. She reaches for you but you brush her hand away angrily. "You think I'm some kind of joke." You grab one of her legs by the ankle and roll her lower body onto her side, keeping her shoulders down with your firm grip on her neck. Her pussy is still soaked, and easily yields to your stiff cock as you shove your full length back into her, slamming your hips against her perfect ass hard enough to rattle the bed against the wall.

As a hint of purple creeps into her face, you let go of her throat, taking some strange, twisted pleasure in watching her cough and gasp as the color returns to her features. You loved this girl with everything you had to offer but she spat in your face. It's only fair you return the favor. Still reeling from the vivid descriptions of the things she used to get up to—and apparently still craves deeply, even now, to the point that she could be made to crawl back to this Darryl bastard—you act completely out of character and spit on Hannah. Your mess of saliva spatters across her tits and neck.

In response and to your great shock, Hannah makes a choked sound and comes hard on your dick. A powerful, trembling orgasm that sends spasms through the tight walls of her pussy and a splash of hot fluid gushing out of her. The first time she's ever come for you, and she's squirting messily. She really does get off on degradation and ****, the crazy bitch.

"Fu-u-u-ck-kkkk... yesssssss..." she groans, squirming beneath you on the bed. "More..."