Chapter 298: Disrespecting The Dead? (R-18)
The following week was unexpectedly quiet.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Yelena found herself alone.
Benjamin and Mia had been taken by one of Darius’ relatives for a short visit. The arrangement had been made gently. Everyone around her could see she was exhausted. Between the funeral, the endless condolences, the paperwork, the sleepless nights, and the crushing loneliness that came whenever the house fell silent, she was barely holding herself together.
She had initially resisted the idea since she didn’t want to be away from her children.
They were the only things keeping her moving... the only things forcing her to get out of bed every morning... but eventually she agreed to let them go for just a few days...
Just enough time to breathe and think but nfortunately, thinking was exactly the problem.
The house felt enormous without the children. Benjamin’s toys still sat exactly where he’d left them, Mia’s drawings still decorated parts of the refrigerator and Darius’ coffee mug remained beside the kitchen sink.
Everywhere she looked, Darius existed... and yet he didn’t.
The contradiction was torture.
The first day she mostly stayed indoors, the second wasn’t much better and by the third day she found herself standing before a place she had been actively avoiding... The cemetery.
Gray skies stretched enveloped the atmosphere, the wind was gentle and the atmosphere was quiet.
Yelena slowly walked between rows of gravestones until she arrived at the tomb house she had been searching for.
Darius Bentley.
Beloved Husband.
Beloved Father.
The words made her chest tighten as she stood there silently.
After a while, she sat and soon, the tears started to pour...
The same tears she’d thought she had already exhausted... the same grief she’d convinced herself she had begun overcoming, returned at once, sronger than before.
Her shoulders shook and her breathing became uneven as the world blurred.
"Damn you..." her voice cracked as she clenched the stone. "Damn you..."
"You were supposed to come home," More tears trickled down her face. "You promised."
The words left her mouth in a whisper spoken by someone whose heart had already shattered.
Time slowly passed and eventually she reached for her phone.
Her vision was blurry and her hands trembled but without really thinking about it... she dialed a familiar contact.
The phone rang three times before a voice called out from the other end.
"Yelena?"
She instantly started crying harder, the moment she heard West’s voice.
"Yelena?" West’s tone changed instantly upon hearing her sob.
"Text me your current address, I’m coming."
The call ended afterwards.
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Less than forty minutes later, footsteps approached through the cemetery.
West spotted her immediately sitting exactly where she’d been when he last heard her voice, broken and all alone.
He walked over quietly and sat beside her.
For a few moments he said nothing and made no attempts to fix things.
Sometimes there was nothing to fix... sometimes all someone needed was company.
Eventually Yelena spoke. "He should be here."
West looked toward the gravestone. "I know."
"He should be annoying me."
"I know."
"He should be arguing with Benjamin."
West nodded. "I know."
She laughed bitterly before crying again.
The emotional whiplash was brutal.
West moved closer, gently wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
Yelena immediately leaned into him while West simply held her, allowing her to cry, vent and break apart.
Minutes passed with the wind moved softly around them.
The cemetery remained silent for a long time before Yelena finally broke the silence. "I don’t know how to do this."
West looked at her. "Do what?"
"This," she gestured helplessly. "Life."
West rubbed her back slowly with a look of understanding. "It’s okay not to know."
She leaned further into him while closing her eyes.
The warmth, familiarity and his presence was comforting.
For a while they simply remained like that.
Eventually Yelena looked up and noticed their faces were closer than she realized.
Close enough to see concern in his eyes... close enough to feel his breath.
The realization caused her heartbeat to quicken.
She immediately looked away and West noticed but he didn’t comment.
Her thoughts became messy, confused and dangerous as she recalled the ritual she did trying to get through the grief... realizing that somehow West was always there even when he wasn’t.
Throughout everything, when others offered condolences and disappeared, he remained.
When she couldn’t sleep, he answered... when she broke down, he listened... when she felt lost, he helped.
And now... even here, he came without hesitation.
The realization made her chest tighten again. "Thank you."
West smiled softly as the words barely escaped her lips. "You don’t need to thank me."
"I do," she looked at him. "I really do."
Yelena found herself staring as they sat in silence and West noticed she didn’t look away this time.
For the first time since Darius’ death, she felt something other than grief.
She felt warmth and comfort... but it was terrifying because it felt wrong.
And yet, she couldn’t help it.
West slowly reached up and brushed a stray strand of blonde hair away from her face and she proceeded to lean into him with fresh tears in her eyes.
Yelena’s black dress clung to her curves as she tilted forward while West placed a hand on her back, murmuring soft words about loss and time.
She suddenly looked up again and their mouths met without warning.
The kiss started gentle with their lips brushing softly as she leaned into him for comfort. His hands rested lightly on her waist, stroking slow circles through the fabric.
She pressed closer as her fingers curled into his shirt, and the kiss deepened.
Her tongue met his in slow, exploring strokes while his palms slid down to cup her ass, squeezing gently.
She pulled back suddenly, breath shaky. "We shouldn’t be doing this..." Her eyes searched his, filled with grief and hesitation.
West nodded, stepping back immediately. "You’re right. I’m sorry." He kept his hands to himself, giving her space.
Yelena stared at him for a moment while her chest rose and fell repeatedly at fast pace.
Then she suddenly rushed forward, grabbing his face and crashing her mouth against his again.
The kiss turned hungry fast with tongues tangling as she moaned into him. Her hands roamed his chest, pulling at buttons while his fingers gripped her hips tighter.
He spun her around and bent her over the cold marble slab of her husband’s tomb.
The stone pressed against her breasts as he yanked her dress up to her waist.
She had no panties and hwr shaved pussy was glistening already. West freed his thick cock, and rubbed the head along her slit once before driving inside in one thrust.
Yelena eyes widened as she gasped with her forehead against the tomb. "Fuck... yes..."
She felt full immediately... in a way her husband had never made her feel.
West gripped her hips and pounded into her causing the wet slap of skin to echo off the walls.
Pah!
Pah!
Pah!
Pah!
Each stroke bottomed out, stretching her open while her juices ran down her thighs.
He reached around to pinch her clit, rolling it between his fingers until she bucked back against him.
He pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her back on the tomb. Her legs spread wide as he thrust back in, fucking her missionary style on the grave.
Her tits bounced with every thrust while West leaned down and sucked a nipple hard, grazing his teeth against the tip as his cock hammered her g-spot.
She clawed his shoulders while her legs locked around his waist.
West pulled free again, spun her, and bent her forward once more. This time he spread her ass cheeks and pressed his cock against her pussy.
He pushed in slowly, stretching her cunt until his full length disappeared inside. Yelena whimpered but pushed back, taking every inch. He fucked her with long, deep strokes while one hand reaching around to finger her dripping pussy at the same time.
He repeatedly yanked his cock out and buried it back in her pussy causing her body to shudder uncontrollably.
The sudden change made her squirt a little around his shaft. West kept doing that before fucking her pussy for several strokes, using her hole like they belonged to him.
Her body shook with juices dripping onto the tomb as he pounded her vigorously.
After a while, he lifted her off the stone and sat on the edge, pulling her onto his lap. Yelena straddled him and sank down, riding his cock reverse cowgirl while facing the tomb inscription.
Darius Bentley
Beloved Husband
Beloved Father
West’s hands held her waist with a grin on his face. ’More like beloved cuck...’
He guided her up and down hard, letting her ass slapped against his thighs with every drop while reaching up to grab her hair and pulling her head back as he thrust upward to meet her.
Yelena’s felt a twinge of guilt as she stared at the inscriptions in the tomb house while bouncing up and down West’s cock... but somehow it just made her even hornier.
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