Chapter 29: Weak
He did even as she tried to keep her moans quiet.
The feeling of him touching her sent an explosion right through her entire body as she trembled under him even as she felt him part her legs wider.
The orgasm she felt after a few moments brought tears to her eyes as she gasped out loud trying to bring herself back to some semblance of normalcy.
Her breathing was erratic and it only worsened when she felt him take off his pants in a way that allowed her to see his fully erect member.
"We-wait!" She stuttered out shocked by how much bigger it looked than she had previously seen.
The thought that he would put such a thing inside her made her pull back no longer interested I in whatever they had been about to do.
But she was just about to say more when she felt his lips crash against hers even as his hands returned to caressing her entire body.
Making her shiver from the pleasure and sparks that still echoed against her skin.
She was still leaning back into the kiss when she felt him right at her entrance pressing in.
It was jarring and what was even more surprising was the pressure she felt without the pain she had been expecting.
Everything happened pretty fast and soon she felt a fullness from within that surprised her even as she opened her eyes surprise to see him hovering over her with his forehead matted with sweat.
It was the most disturbed she had ever seen him considering how prim and proper he always seemed to look.
He had a frown on his face and his brows were furrowed together even as she felt him stall no longer pushing into her.
"How do you feel?" He asked and Isadora slightly nodded her head stunned that she was actually having sex as she spoke in the most non-committal manner she could.
"You’re all the way in?" She asked only to watch him meet her gaze in a way that sent goosebumps right through her arms.
His hair covering his forehead but his eyes were intense as he spoke, with a hint of a smirk near his lips.
"Only the tip is in!" He spoke even as Isadora’s gaze widened in surprise stunned only to gasp as she felt him suddenly begin to move pushing himself further in even as the pressure increased with her grabbing his arms as she stared into his eyes.
’Who knew making a baby would be so difficult!’ Biting hard on her lips as she tried to stop herself from hollering in pain.
’You just need to get through it!’ She thought to herself even as she felt tears well up in her eyes turning her face to the side even as she balled her hands into fists.
Willing him to continue even if her body felt like it was slowly ripping into shreads. One second everything had been fine and the next she might as well have been sawed through with a pocket knife.
’It hurts!’ She internally yelled but didn’t speak it out.
She signed a contract she told herself! One she needed to comply with. I’m five minutes everything would be over if she just allowed Dante to finish.
But instead of the pain worsening like she expected she was shocked to feel the pressure reduce and completely disappear.
Opening her eyes to see Dante settling on the bed naked with his eyes fixed on her even as his erection had clearly disappeared.
Isadora looked stunned and worried in the same breathe even as Dante had a neutral look on his face while her lashes fluttered as she did her best to blink away unshed tears.
Dante didn’t speak but he didn’t have to! His expression as he silently looked at her was more than enough for her to tell what was going through his mind.
"I-I’m sorry!" She mumbled under her breath hating the fact that she had cried and completely ruined the experience for him only to hear him speak and be stunned by the words that came out of his mouth.
Dante stood, pulling on his pants without looking at her. His voice came cold and sharp. "Do you know the kind of people I hate?"
She blinked, confused and afraid of the sudden distance between them.
"Weak people," he said flatly, lifting his gaze to hers. "I hate weak people."
Her lips trembled as tears threatened again. He didn’t stop.
"And do you know who the weakest people are?" he continued, stepping closer until she could see the restrained fury behind his eyes. "Those who suffer in silence and never speak up. When all they need to do is open their mouth."
He gripped her jaw firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"The only reason I agreed to help you was because I thought you weren’t that kind of person!" He told her not once shifting his gaze away or allowing her to look away even as more tears welled up in her eyes with one single one rolling down her face.
Dante didn’t care as he pulled away his hands and turned around to leave while saying one last thing.
His voice much much colder than before.
"I’ll schedule an IVF session right after the wedding! The least you can do is pay attention to your lessons and not embarrass me!"
He walked out without another word, leaving her in stunned silence.
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Vernon knew better than to disturb the boss at such an hour. But as Tiberio’s right-hand man, he had no luxury of hesitation. If he couldn’t approach him, no one could.
He paused outside the double doors of Tiberio’s study, exhaling slowly before knocking. He waited—five seconds, ten—until a calm voice called out, "Enter."
The room was dimly lit, shadows stretching long across the marble floor. Tiberio sat by the window, a glass of scotch in hand, another half-empty bottle resting on the table beside him. The faint city lights reflected against the windowpane, painting his face in muted gold.
To the untrained eye, he looked serene. A composed man enjoying the night air. But Vernon knew better. Calmness, in Tiberio, was simply the thin veneer that masked a thousand violent thoughts.
Just like the patches of blood Vernon could see on his Boss’ shirt.
"Vernon," Tiberio said softly, not turning from the view.
"Boss." Vernon bowed his head slightly. "I came about the matter we left unfinished."
A pause. The only sound was the clink of ice against glass as Tiberio swirled his drink.
"The girl," Vernon continued, straightening his shoulders, "should be eliminated. Her family too. We can’t afford to look weak. The more brutal, the better."
The words hung heavy in the air.
Tiberio didn’t respond immediately. He took a slow sip, savoring the liquor before setting the glass down. "You worry too much, Vernon," he said finally, his voice calm but laced with something darker. "Death is easy. What I intend for her is not."
Vernon said nothing. His instincts told him to stay silent.
Tiberio leaned back, folding one leg over the other, his silhouette composed against the light of the moon. "It’s said that revenge is best served cold," he murmured. "I intend to serve mine with ice."
A faint smile ghosted across his lips, one that didn’t reach his eyes.
Vernon’s muscles tensed. He had seen that smile before—right before a purge.
Tiberio gestured lazily toward the corner of the room. "Dispose of the body," he said. "Bring in another girl."
Vernon followed his gaze. Until now, he’d tried to ignore the still figure lying on the floor, but the sight of her—pale skin, lifeless eyes—confirmed what he already knew.
It didn’t unsettle him. Not anymore. He had long learned that to serve Tiberio was to walk through rivers of blood without flinching.
"Yes, Boss," he said simply.
He stepped forward, his shadow stretching across the floor as he approached the body.
Behind him, Tiberio poured another glass, the sound of liquid filling crystal echoing softly through the room. He sighed, almost content.
"People mistake mercy for weakness," Tiberio said idly, watching the city below. "But cruelty—cruelty keeps the world in order. Remind them of that, Vernon."
"Yes, sir."
The reply was steady, but Vernon’s chest felt tight. He had witnessed enough of Tiberio’s "reminders" to know what came next. The boss’s wrath was never quick. It was art—cold, meticulous, and patient.
As he bent to lift the girl’s body, he caught a glimpse of her face. There was fear still etched in her features, as if she had died mid-plea. He looked away. The smell of blood and perfume hung faintly in the air.
Tiberio didn’t move. He sat there, gaze fixed on the skyline, his thoughts a mystery.
When Vernon turned to leave, the older man spoke once more, his tone almost gentle. "And Vernon?"
He paused at the door. "Yes, Boss?"
"Make sure the next one screams," Tiberio said quietly. "I find silence... unsettling."
Vernon nodded once, wordless, before disappearing into the hallway. With the lifeless body on his shoulder.
