Unrequited

3 - Consummation

Clara was startled from her snooze and found herself lying in, what was now, a cold bath.

"Time for you to get out of the bath Clara." Luca sat on the edge and stared down at her, casting his eyes over her naked body.

Clara sat up and pulled her knees against her chest, feeling self-conscious and attempting to cover as much of herself as possible.

Luca looked at her mockingly. "You don't need to play coy with me Clara. I would have thought you would be happy to display your wares for me." He trailed a finger down her arm.

"Get out of the bath Clara. Let's consummate this sham of a marriage and get us on our way to the next step in the deal." He got up and left her staring after him.

She felt the deepest sorrow that her marriage was nothing like the happiness she had anticipated that it would be. She too wanted to get the consummation over between them, it was one way to expedite her exit out of the marriage as long as she was lucky enough.

She stepped out of the bath, feeling the chill on her skin, and put her robe on to follow Luca back into the bedroom.

"Take the robe off and get on the bed." He commanded, looking at her with an emotionless face.

She flinched at his directness and methodical instruction but slipped out of her robe and let it fall to the ground. Clara sat on the bed with her knees once again drawn up to her chin, feeling vulnerable and exposed. She watched him as he pulled off his already disheveled tie and unbuckled his belt.

"You've wanted me and you finally got me." He stalked menacingly towards her while unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never wavering from her. "Does it feel satisfying to have a man who doesn't love or want you?" He taunted. "Are you happy that you'll be my wife in name only?" Luca stood at the end of the bed, removing his shirt and trousers to display a lean muscular physique.

She looked down at his visible erection beneath his boxer-briefs, letting his words sink in, each one tearing away another piece of her heart. She had very little left for him, the love she'd felt now a bare murmuring to the thudding beats it had once been.

"Oh don't worry, I'm still able to get it up." He said looking down at himself then smirked at her. "Any man wouldn't be human if he could look at you naked without getting an erection." Luca pulled off his boxers and stroked himself while watching her. "That's the only good thing about this whole situation - fucking you won't be difficult to do." He said crassly.

Luca was a beautiful man, well put together and had obviously inherited some of his Italian roots. His vivid blue eyes contrasted with his dark wavy hair. He towered over her five foot ten height and his bronzed skin was the opposite of her pale complexion.

"Luca I don't want our first night to be like this. Can't we be civil to each other?" She pleaded, upset at his derisive words and sarcastic tone.

"You want a caged animal to be civil Clara?" He snared. "Wanting to be in holy matrimony to someone who doesn't love you is not civilised, so you won't get it from me. What you will get is the bare minimum to what you signed up for."

"Then why did you marry me?" She asked angry and confused.

"Because I want to ensure that my family gets what they are owed. And since your father insisted that I marry and fuck his daughter as a way to do it, I was willing to make a sacrifice. If I get you pregnant sooner then all the better so I can remove myself from this nightmare that I've been forced into." He replied bitterly.

She flinched at his crassness and thought about the intentions her father had for her. Oh Papa, how differently it had turned out to be. She knew it was in their interest to have a child as soon as possible. The only way they could get out of the arrangement was if either of them were not happy by the child's first birthday - or they stayed married for five years - at which time they were entitled to a divorce and an equal split of their combined assets. Her father had tried to ensure her financial security as well as her happiness.

"My father paid back everything he owed and this agreement involved your father as well!" She exclaimed.

"No, he still owes my family! And you, just like your father, have trapped me into this marriage that I have no desire to be in!" He reached over and pulled on her legs to drag her down the bed until her knees hung over the edge. Luca stood between her parted thighs looking down at her with resentment.

"I didn't force you into this, why are you blaming me?! You accepted based on the terms! We're both stuck in this!" She shouted, wanting him to listen to her and feeling nervous and anxious about what was to happen.

"I had no choice! Your infatuation nailed the coffin on me! Your father was willing to bend to every whim of his Brat." He hissed, grabbing his erection and placing it at her entrance then looking at her with contempt. "I'll fuck you every day until you're pregnant and I can get out of this farce." With one solid surge of his hip, he thrust himself deep into her. She screamed, letting out a sob as she felt her barrier resist, then tear.

He stilled, then looked at her. Clara turned her head away and closed her eyes, a tear slipping from the corner. She'd pictured this so many times. Each had been variations of a loving and tender moment or at least with a mutual liking for each other. Her current reality was heartbreaking and undoable and she just wanted it to be over.

"Clara?" He asked questioningly. He still hadn't moved.

"Just get it over and done with Luca. I'll be fine." She replied with her eyes still closed and emptiness inside her.

He leaned forward to brace his hands on either side of her head and began to move. Each thrust was deeper than the last. Clara felt his breath fanning over her face and knew he was looking at her, she could smell a hint of alcohol each time he exhaled. The pain had dulled and she felt her discomfort turn into an overwhelming sense of fullness. Clara wanted to open her eyes to look at his face but dreaded the thought of seeing what he might be thinking. His thrusts turned into deep, slow languid movements, frustratingly teasing her with new sensations and taking her somewhere near the edge but never quite pushing her over the brink.

"Open your eyes, Clara. Is this what you anticipated your first time and marriage bed to be? Loveless rutting - hoping that it will soon be over?" He kept his hips moving at the same pace but ground in a circular motion as he thrust to the hilt. His lips close to hers but never touching.

She looked at him and saw what she feared. A look of disdain on his face overshadowing the lust in his eyes. He enjoyed her body like he would enjoy any woman but he had no respect or love for her. It was something that she never wanted to see or experience again. She lay motionless, all hopes of the possibility of enjoying her first time dissipated, while he worked himself into a heightened state and ejaculated into her body.

He stood up after momentarily collapsing on her and went to the bathroom.

"Here's a cloth to clean up Clara." He held out a wet towel for her.

She sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at him. Clara considered all that had transpired between them and all the things they could have been. The reality of her situation caused a searing pain to run through her like her heart had been ripped out. She got up, and without a second glance, slipped through the door adjoining the master suite to her room.

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