Betrayal

Chapter 24

I keep my eyes closed.

I'm not in my body. I'm outside of it, waiting for this to be over.

Dominic is inside of me. I'm on my stomach, at my insistence, so I wouldn't have to look at him. He wanted to eat me out, but I didn't let him. Now his breath is hot against the nape of my neck and his fingers are dug into my ass. It doesn't feel good. It doesn't feel like anything. I just want him to finish. I don't have the strength to fake my moans or an orgasm, so I lie there and do nothing.

The bed rocks beneath us. I hold onto the sheets loosely. This does nothing for me. I'm not turned on and I'm not wet, which makes it that much more uncomfortable. I don't know if he doesn't realize or he just doesn't care.

His groans become staggered until he stops moving, grunts, and lays against my body. He holds me tightly. I'm sweaty and he's sticking to me. It makes me cringe and I suddenly want to take a shower.

As he rolls off of me I stay where I am. He touches me and rubs my back gently.

"Are you okay?"

I clear my throat and nod. He can't see me because it's dark in here. The only light is coming from the moon, but it doesn't reach the bed where we are.

"Yes," I whisper. "I'm just tired."

"I know. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. I just want to sleep."

"Me, too. I'm exhausted," he mutters.

He's silent aside from his heavy breathing, which gradually slows. He continues to hold me even after I've turned on my side away from him. I can feign that I'm distant because of what I've been through. Being there in that place as my mother was cremated, then bringing her ashes here. They're sitting on the dresser and I can just make out the shiny urn Warren bought. It's almost as if it's taunting me.

I didn't want him to fuck me. He said he missed me so much and he apologized profusely for not coming with me or coming there this afternoon to be with me. Flowers were waiting for me from all of them. A beautiful arrangement with a written card saying how sorry they were for me. I felt like I was obligated to fuck him.

I think of the drive back this evening. It was nearly dark by the time we reached the Hamptons and before we went up the long driveway, he pulled the car to a secluded spot. I fucked him while he sat in the drivers seat. We came into the house together after and Rebecca and Lola and Dominic hugged me while his come was still inside of me.

I shudder, feeling both disgusted and aroused by it. I slip out of bed and go right for the shower. The water is hot and feels good on my body. I'm washing away the day, this evening, and the sex I've just had. Today doesn't feel real to me. Most of it is like a blur, aside from the sex Warren and I had. It stands out in bright colors against the gloom and gray of everything else.

When I'm done, I put a t shirt and sweats on. It's cold in this house despite the warm air coming in from the open balcony doors. My phone dings and I know it has to be him because it's so late. Does he have some sort of a radar implanted in my brain? To know when I've been thinking of him?

I swipe it off of the nightstand.

W: Are you asleep?

No. I just took a shower.

W: Well, everyone's asleep. Come downstairs and keep me company. I'm having a drink.

A smile touches my lips. I sneak out of the room. It's dark and cool and I hug myself as I walk down the hall, down the stairs, and come to a stop when I reach the kitchen.