Sins of a Black Diamond Bride

~~~VEDA~~~ Roman kept me bent over the edge of the bed. My expensive black dress hung ripped open down the back. He gripped my hips hard and drove into me with deep, steady strokes. Each push stretched me wide. “f**k, you’re dripping again,” he said, his breath hot against my neck. His palm came down sharp on my ass. The loud smack cut through the room. “This greedy p***y knows who it really wants.” A broken moan slipped from my throat. My skin burned hot where he hit me, but my body clenched around him anyway. My fingers twisted tighter into the sheets. “Say it,” he growled. He slapped me harder. “Say your husband’s name while I’m inside you.” Tears pricked my eyes. I whispered, “Dario…” “Louder.” He yanked my hair back. His lips brushed my ear. “Tell me how much better my c**k feels than that crippled husband of yours.” “Dario!” The name tore out louder this time. My voice cracked. “He can’t… he can’t even feel this.” Roman let out a low laugh. “That’s right. Your paralyzed husband sits useless in that wheelchair while I ruin his wife’s tight cunt. He’ll never make you scream like I do.” The words stung sharp, but heat built fast anyway. My legs started to shake. My breath came short. I clenched hard around him and came sudden, crying out Dario’s name in a sob while pleasure and shame rolled through me together. Roman groaned deep and thrust one last time. He spilled hot inside me. For a few seconds only our rough breathing filled the room. I slid off the bed. My legs barely held me. The torn dress slipped off one shoulder. My hands shook as I tried to pull the fabric over my breasts. Hot tears ran down my cheeks and dripped onto the ruined material. I grabbed my heels from the floor and ran barefoot out of the room. My bare feet slapped against the stairs as I rushed down. My heart pounded loud in my ears. At the bottom I turned fast toward the hallway. I crashed straight into Dario’s wheelchair. He stared up at me. His dark eyes locked hard on mine. A tiny tear gathered at the corner of one eye, fighting not to fall. His jaw clenched tight. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the wheels. Neither of us spoke. Then he spun the wheels fast and rolled away down the hall. I didn’t wait. I pushed through the bathroom door, locked it, and let my back slide down the cold tile until I sat on the floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest and hugged them hard. My body still buzzed from what happened upstairs, but my stomach twisted sick. I pressed my forehead against my knees. Fresh tears soaked the torn dress. My shoulders shook with each sob. How had things changed so fast? Only seven months ago I had been a twenty-two-year-old virgin. One heartbreaking night with Anthony after he destroyed me had opened a door I couldn’t close. Losing my parents on the same terrible day, being forced into this marriage with Dario to save what was left of my father’s legacy, the endless loneliness—it all carved a deep hole inside me. Now s*x was the only thing that made me feel alive, even for a few minutes. Even when it left me shaking on the bathroom floor like this. I wiped my wet face with the back of my hand. The torn dress stuck to my skin. This was not the girl I used to be. But right now I did not know any other way to breathe. --- 5:20 pm, Thursday – Seven months ago Wind whipped across the tarmac at Chicago Executive Airport. It blew my long hair into my eyes and pulled at my clothes. Jet engines roared nearby. I stood frozen, staring at the sleek private jet waiting on the runway. My chest rose and fell too fast. Nanny Maureen stood beside me. She rubbed slow circles on my back with her warm hand. “Breathe, my love,” she said softly. “Your mother and the nurses will be here any minute. Everything will be fine.” I tried to swallow, but my throat stayed tight. Wheels rolled on the concrete behind us. I turned quick. My mother sat small in the wheelchair. Her face looked pale and hollow. Oxygen tubes ran into her nose. The hospital blanket swallowed her thin frame. Her hands rested in her lap, trembling even when she wasn’t trying to move them. She looked like a woman already halfway gone from this world. My legs carried me forward before I could stop them. I dropped to my knees on the rough concrete right in front of her. The ground scraped my skin. “Mom…” My voice broke. Tears spilled hot down my face. I cupped her cold cheeks with both hands. She tried to lift one hand to brush my tears away. Her fingers shook and rose only a little before they dropped back useless into her lap. “Veda… my sweet girl,” she whispered. The words came out thin, each one costing her. “Don’t cry… please.” “I want to come with you,” I begged. My tears fell onto the blanket covering her legs. “Please, Mom. Let me come. I can’t stay here alone. What if something happens?” She shook her head slowly. Her breathing sounded shallow. “No, baby. You have your final exams. You must focus. I’ll be back soon.” “But Mom—” “Listen to me.” She drew in a shaky breath. “I promise… I’ll be back in time for your twenty-second birthday. Four weeks. We’ll celebrate together… just like always. Okay?” I nodded, but sobs kept pushing out. “I’m scared, Mom. I’m so scared.” “I know, my love. But you are strong. Stronger than you know.” Her voice cracked. “I love you more than anything in this world.” The air hostess stepped forward. “We’re ready for boarding.” One of the nurses touched my shoulder lightly. “Miss Rain, we need to go now.” I held on tighter. I wrapped my arms around my mother’s thin shoulders and buried my face against her. She smelled like medicine mixed with her usual soft perfume. I squeezed like I could keep her here. “Veda…” the nurse said again, firmer this time. Nanny Maureen stepped closer and gently worked my arms free. “Come on, sweetheart. Let them go.” The nurses rolled my mother toward the jet. I stayed on my knees and watched them lift her carefully up the stairs. She turned her head once more and gave me a weak smile. The jet door closed with a heavy sound. My knees stayed pressed to the tarmac. Loud sobs shook my shoulders. The engines grew louder. The jet started rolling, then lifted off the ground. I couldn’t look. I spun around and threw myself into Nanny Maureen’s arms. I pressed my face hard into her chest, my back turned to the sky. My phone rang inside my pocket. I didn’t move. It rang again. My fingers shook as I pulled it out and answered. “Hello?” My voice came out thick and wet. A calm male voice spoke on the other end. “Is this Miss Veda Rain?” “Yes…” “Miss Rain, this is Officer Daniels from the Chicago Police Department’s traffic incident unit. I’m sorry to inform you that there has been a serious accident. Your father’s vehicle suffered complete brake failure and collided with a moving truck at high speed. Everyone in the car died on impact. I’m truly sorry for your loss.” The phone slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp clatter. Air wouldn’t come into my lungs. “Maureen…” I whispered. My lips moved, but the sound barely left me. Nanny Maureen stayed quiet for a moment. Then her voice came out small. “Why… why are they not moving?” I lifted my head slowly. Tears ran down my face without stopping. My eyes stayed fixed on the sky. High above, my mother’s jet hung frozen in the air, struggling against something I couldn’t see.