Chapter 113: Bittersweet Sex
"Dora dear, take care of yourself! Especially the baby!" He said even as Dora nodded holding Dante close as they both left.
Dora not even bothering to look back at them, pissed off. Her fingers curled slightly where they rested against Dante’s arm, her irritation simmering just beneath the surface as they walked away. She could still hear her father’s voice in her head, still picture the smile he wore far too easily.
She had sent a message to her father and informed him about the money and when he would get it something he had made clear he wasn’t happy about. He had complained, argued, tried to bargain as if he were owed more. As if the amount Dante had agreed to wasn’t already far more than he deserved.
But seeing him here, made her confident that he had come there on purpose to find Dante even though she had no idea how he knew they would be there. The coincidence felt too deliberate, too calculated. It made her stomach twist with a mix of anger and disappointment that she tried hard not to show.
Her eyes furrowed a bit in annoyance which she tried to hide, relived that Dante said nothing about it even as they got into the car and headed on.
Their entourage and guards were twice the normal size. So much so that no cars could come in between and close to them as they moved together.
Dora was relieved still traumatized about the last incident to still be scared of heading out.
They got back to the estate and together they ate a bit before going getting up to leave the moment they were done.
Dora knowing better than to simply ask him for sex after he just heard that his grandfather was dying. Her own mood was pretty low. She had already resigned herself to a quiet night, maybe sleep, maybe just lying awake and thinking too much.
Which was why when she turned around to leave, the last thing she expected was the question he asked her.
"Do you want to have sex?" He asked even as her neck snapped back in complete and utter shock which she couldn’t hide.
Eyes widening as it took all her will power not to gasp what? The question felt abrupt, almost jarring against the heaviness of the day.
Only to hear him continue saying words that made her wide eyes flutter in more astonishment.
"Right here!" He said his gaze fixed on hers almost like he was trying to find something...
Disgust, rejection
...something Dora wasn’t even sure was there as she fixed her gaze on him. Her heart raced, uncertainty and longing tangling together inside her chest.
"Sure!" Her mouth answered before processing anything. Yes they were sad but she had made the mistake of rejecting sex a mistake she never intended to do ever again.
Things happened pretty quickly since they were both done eating.
Dora stunned to feel him kiss her something he barely ever did but which she instantly leaned into. The contact startled her, softened her all at once.
He tasted sweet and warm and she wanted more. Her clothes were off even as she helped him take his off. Eyes glued to his chest even as she felt his hands on her breasts. Her body responded instinctively, muscle memory taking over where thought failed.
The tension and excitement quickly went from a zero to a hundred as she rolled down the gown she had been wearing until she was completely naked.
Reaching back for Dante’s lips only to feel him jerk away like he had been burnt. Eyes flashing towards her now bulging belly in a way that instantly made Dora feel self conscious.
His words only made her feel worse.
"Can I do it from behind instead?" He asked his gaze unreadable even as Dora slowly nodded her head, not sure if she had a choice in the matter when she was the one that wanted it more. A small ache settled in her chest, but she pushed it down.
Turning around and baring her butt as she leaned boobs over the table in a way that made it safe for her stomach. The position felt awkward, exposing, but she didn’t complain.
Barely had she done so when she felt him inside of her. It was filling and warm and pulsing. The sensation stole her breath.
It was great! It slammed against her center and all the right spots sending pleasure straight through her body but unlike before she was quieter. She clutched the edge of the table, grounding herself.
As strangely tears formed in her eyes. Enough that even she herself thought she was going crazy. How can something feel so good and yet make her cry. The contradiction confused her, embarrassed her.
Even as she felt him thrust harder and deeper into her in a way that made her gasp in pleasure but that didn’t ebb the ache inside her chest. Not the slightest. The pleasure couldn’t touch the loneliness curling beneath it.
Still she heard his groans which spurred on her own moans right until she climaxed. Her body betrayed her emotions, responding even as her heart felt heavy.
Shocked to feel him fill her a moment later as they both gasped in pleasure before he pulled out. The sudden absence left her feeling strangely hollow.
"Go ahead!" Dora said as she lifted her head in a more lighter tune than she felt. She forced the brightness into her voice.
"I...I just need to catch my breath!" She said even as Dante came close to her asking her, "Was I too rough?" His voice filled with concern that Dora knew didn’t reach his heart.
"Of course not! I’m pregnant! It s part of it!" She argued lowering her head even as she urged him off. She didn’t want more questions, didn’t want to explain something she barely understood herself.
It wasn’t until the door was closed that she fully raised her head putting her clothes back on as she headed back to her room. Each movement felt heavy, slower than before.
Closing the door of her room behind her and heading straight to the tub to take a bath but not before glancing at the mirror not surprised to see her red face and eyes. The evidence stared back at her.
One that showed that she had been crying, as she stared at her own face in the mirror and lied to herself. Her reflection looked tired, worn down.
"It’s pregnancy! It’s just hormones!" She told her shaking her head as she stripped.
"Nothing more!" Even as more tears threatened to fall.
The water was warm as she laid inside of it staring at the ceiling which looked like the empty floor she had stared at during sex. The quiet surrounded her.
Unable to shake the feeling of being used.
