Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

Aria sat up on her bed extremely suffocated, with her lungs refusing to let easy passage of air through her nostrils or mouth. She could have never imagined. She would never have wanted something of such to ever happen, between her and Dalton till they got divorced.

‘Kissing him was even more reasonable but making love to him? How did it happen? How did this happen to you? How could you let your guards down?!’ Aria scolded herself so badly in her head, unable to let her tears out even if her heart was feeling so bad.

Her body shuddered at the faint memories of how her nails dug into Dalton’s back, and of how she let out amorous moans in his ears in response to the pleasure she was feeling. How his hands worked magic on her necks down to her breast, and how hot his tongue heated her body in the right places.

It was hard to not remember how she let herself lose control to her husband, and how she had never really put mind to whom she would allow to get that close to her first. The things she felt the previous night were revolting yet appealing, so much that as much as her heart was objecting, her body fully succumbed.

Her body shook as sensual heat waves coursed over her body, and that she subconsciously yearned for more of him. His lips were all over hers that even in the dimness of the room, his beautiful eyes that gazed at her were not hard to miss.

‘Oh dear. She was done for.’

The pleasure of his touches still lingered in her body, made her mind unsettling and disturbed her head. The more she thought about it, the more flushed and angry she was becoming at the same time.

‘How would she face him now? It didn’t have to be him of all men. It shouldn’t have been him.’

Aria buried herself deep under the last tub that was filled with water, trying to see how long she could hold breath for. It wasn’t as if that was really what she was interested in, but it felt like the water that she was submerged in, would wash away her thoughts if she could endure it.

The water smelled nice because of the rose petals she had dropped in it, and she scrubbed every part of her body vigorously like they would get rid of Dalton’s touch. On her neck, chest and even breast were his evidence of his love bites, which almost drove her insane from her constant brain reminder that someone’s mark was still imprinted on her body.

Escaping from the room she had woken up from was easier than she expected, because no one was even around to check anyone out to stop her. With his suit that she found lying on the floor alongside every piece of her clothes, she pulled it over her head and walked out to reduce the mortification.

She took the next cab she found to a departmental store, when she realized that her purse only had the file that Alex had given her, her phone and make-up. No cards. Just a few dollars that was less than fifty was all that was left, and that was when she realized her dilemma. Knowing that she would be so stranded, she had to think fast.

Quickly, Aria entered the bathroom of the department store and sat on one of the toilet lids, to find a website where fairly used items were being sold. After she found one that seemed reliable, she checked the internet to see how much Dalton’s suit jacket was sold for.

“Shit! That’s a huge sum of money,” Aria muttered, as she tried to check out the suit if there was nothing important left in the pockets, “I need to survive,” she uttered to herself, knowing that she was doing what was too low of her.

When she uploaded a well taken picture of the suit jacket, five people who knew the worth and brand had bid for the jacket in less than fifteen minutes, when they saw that it was being sold for half the price. They demanded to know if it was authentic.

Still trying not to think of her shame, she focused on selling her husband’s precious suit, so that she would buy a new dress and order a cab home. And it worked out well.

‘Her luxurious dress would certainly draw the attention of people to her.’

“How could all this happen to you in one day under alcohol influence? How? How?” She continued to question herself repeatedly in a dazed state, and hit her head nonstop against the porcelain tub, with rhythm to her lamentations.

Dalton had called Alex to come and pick him up when he finally woke up from his slumber, with no memory of what happened the previous day and a big headache too. He let the water in the bathroom that was inside the room run down his body, while trying to think about what exactly had gone wrong with him. He knew that something unusual happened.

He was in a confused and angry state with himself, that he had been vulnerable in some way that he could not remember at the point. His only fear and insecurity was that some kind of lady would probably come after a few months, and say that she was carrying his baby because of a drunken night.

“That can never happen!” Dalton frowned in a pissed off manner, and just waited patiently for Alex to come and pick him without thinking too much.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

He trusted his principles and self that he could never have made a silly mistake. That was when he remembered that he had gone to the banquet with someone.

“Where is Aria?” Dalton asked Alex who was driving the car in front.

“She was spotted this morning sir, coming into the mansion with a hired car from a popular company,” Alex informed him, and his eyes gazed up in shock at what he was having to hear.

“So she came home this morning, without me. From where?” Dalton talked to himself, as he wondered what was going on with the fragments of information he knew.

He had never had to go to a banquet where he would end up spending the night, or even too much time there. It was hard to understand the circumstances surrounding everything.

“Find out what happened at the party yesterd…..” Dalton paused suddenly, when the memories of both he and Aria kissing during the dance occurred to him. He found it rather amusing than annoying, that it was some kind of emotion that flowed between them easily.

“Sir?” Alex said loudly to cut his boss, of the trance he seemed to be lost into for a few minutes. He had not really seen Dalton have that kind of bright smile in a while.

“Just drive home,” Dalton changed his mind, and silently reminisced on the good memories that he had shared with her, for the past days and weeks.

As Dalton got home and entered into his neatly made room, he dismissed Alex immediately so that he could relieve himself from the bone contorting stress that was rubbed on his body. He felt so tired in his body, which had not happened in a long time.

He tried to pull the right leg of the shoe that he was wearing, when some kind of memory attacked his brain instantly. His heart stiffened and he stopped breathing, when he tried to figure out what the obscene memories were about.

His arms grabbed her body closer with her waist as they kissed into the room, and her own hands shut the door behind them immediately. And in that same manner of ferocious kissing and being lost in their desire, his hand crawled its way behind her back, to unzip the dress that she was wearing.

The moment she felt the zip teeth separate from one another, she froze and broke the kiss immediately. Her mind became somewhat conscious.

“What is that?” His warm and dulcet voice rang in her ears, with his eyes staring at her with so much care of what had caused her to pause abruptly.

“I… I….,” She sucked in air again, as his hand trailed softly in the middle of her back from the top to the middle. That allowed her to be more anxious.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked her again, trying to be understanding even amidst his intoxicated state.

“No. It’s just that, I’ve never done this or had the wish to ever……”

“I would make it worth your while. Calm your nerves Aria. Just, relax.”

Aria relaxed and her flesh shook and quivered, under the emphatic skill of Dalton’s hands. His hands rubbed against her skin as her dress dropped to the ground, until her body found its own natural rosy pleasure and began to stir with self-perception.

Her hand fumbled with the buttons of his second piece jacket, as they kissed more passionately like they had never before. His shoe came off in that instant, and his eyes caught the beautiful sight of her gorgeous body.

And in a few minutes, every piece of clothing they had on till the last had flung into different directions of the room. Her back was resting against the huge bed with white covering, and he was in between her legs that was slightly parted.

She had never been prepared for such an intensity, though she should have been, even if it was not for him. Everything about Dalton Miller was potent. And the moment he took over her body, she knew had the power to change her world but not their relationship.

It was a night never to be shared with him, if she was in her right mind of her usual extreme cautiousness. She ignored the dagger she had experienced at being relegated to his life, by her body whispering and giving out commands that acted without her affirmation.

And he remembered everything that had happened between them. Clearly. Her words.