I didn't know what name to give to this one-shot so I went for the episode's title… enjoy & review! Thanks
"Ms. Fisk my apologies if today's events ruined our interview" Victoria said
"Actually," the journalist smiled "Conrad just made up for it by offering me an exclusive on your upcoming wedding"
Victoria raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"I'm sorry if I spilled the proverbial beans, my pet. I mean, I just… got caught up in the whole… affair"
His reference didn't go unnoticed, he was enjoying the moment, oh he was doing so much.
"And Tuscany?" the woman added "An exquisite place to honeymoon, I'd expect nothing less. Thank you both, goodnight"
Victoria flashed one of her beautiful fake smiles waiting for the journalist to go.
"Goodnight"
If a look could kill, Conrad would have been dead the same exact moment. What the hell was he thinking?
"You should consider it a small price to pay for publicly branding me a cuckhold. I so look forward to you resuming your wifely duties, dear"
Later that night…
Conrad brushed his hand along her leg enjoying the softness of her skin.
"Let's get this over, shall we?"
"You're ruining the mood dear"
His mocking tone was so annoying and she didn't want to give him the idea she might enjoy the moment because she wasn… as soon as his fingers entered her she had to stifle a moan biting her lip.
"You're so wet, my pet and you didn't even want us to have some fun tonight…"
"Stop it Conrad, I'm ready"
He stood up unbuckling his belt and removing pants, boxer and socks, his erection sprung free and he looked at her hungrily and yet so coldly. He crawled on bed opening her legs and positioning himself, in a swift motion he was inside her and started thrusting hard.
"Did you really have to screw me in front of the world today?" anger seeped into his voice
"Charlotte broke into my room mad and told the journalist to be David's daughter… I had to make things right"
"For who? For you? Of course, you couldn't appear to be less than what you are…"
She laughed bitterly "Are you insulting me while you are still inside of me?"
He pinned her hands above her head "Would you mind? You invited that bastard into our bed!"
"Oh and it's so different from what you did with Lydia… and she was my best friend!" she hissed
"I didn't impregnate her!"
"You could have!"
They looked at each other deeply, no one dared to break the eye contact and the only sound in the room was the flesh slapping, her hips bucking against his almost against her own will. He had that sneer on his face because he knew from her ragged breaths that she was close and was holding out against her pressing orgasm…
"I despise you!" she said digging her fingernails into his back
"The feeling is mutual"
As soon as he felt her tighten around him, he spilled inside her and she closed her eyes biting her lip while the pleasure overcame her. Conrad climbed off her without even glancing at her and started redressing.
"You can be happy now, you got your little seedy fuck"
"Oh believe me Victoria, it was everything but pleasurable"
Victoria flinched a little, she knew he was trying to get under her skin and he succeeded, her female ego was bruised, didn't she really satisfy him? The wetness between her legs said the contrary.
"It doesn't look like that…"
"Appearances can be deceiving" he sneered
She hated him so badly. She was tempted to fall on her knees and sucked him until he begged for release just to show him how much it could be pleasurable but she wouldn't, she would never give him that kind of satisfaction. Conrad finished fixing his clothes and looked at her…
"I'm sure our wedding will be spectacular. Sleep well dear"
He left the room and Victoria poured herself a drink heading to her cupola. She sipped her scotch thinking of what just happened with him… there was nothing more than empty sheets between them, not just a hint of care or affection, only hatred and contempt and yet her body still reacted to him in a way she couldn't explain herself, it was as if her mind couldn't control it, as if mind and body went to different directions.
She sighed, they'd have gotten married soon and she'd have imprisoned herself again in that golden cage that was their marriage, a charade they kept perpetuating. Would it be like that from now on? Her opening her legs for him, for one of those meaningless angry intercourses that didn't make any of them feel good, maybe did their bodies but it wasn't enough. Long time ago she felt something for that man, she even believed she loved him, how could they have reached that point?
She refilled her glass, another round was what she really needed to push away the ghosts of past and present and allow herself a full night of rest in a cold and empty bed like her life.