Chapter 216

Louis stripped off his clothes and the vest. The bruises were already turning a dark purple. Donya gasped when she saw them.

“Louis, are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, her fingers lightly tracing the outlines.

“I’m fine, Donya,” he said. “Just sore.”

“It looks painful,” she said, her hands trembling. “Let me wash them.”

“Join me in the shower then.”

Donya nodded and started to take off her clothes. Louis looked at her. She was wearing a turquoise lacy bra and panties. He smiled.

“That’s cute.”

Donya blushed. “Thank you.”

Louis stepped forward and buried his face between her breasts, breathing in her scent. “I need this.”

Donya stroked his hair. “I’m here for you, Louis.”

Louis unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked gently. Donya moaned. “Louis.”

“I love your boobs, Donya,” he said, moving to the other nipple.

Donya’s hands moved down his back. “Louis…”

Louis slid her panties down her legs and helped her step out of them. A wet patch darkened the fabric. He smiled. “You’re excited.”

Donya’s cheeks flushed. “I can’t help it.”

Louis took her hand and led her to the shower. He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Then he pulled her under the spray. The hot water hit their bodies. Louis took a bottle of body wash and poured some in his palm. He started to wash her. His hands lingered on her breasts, her ass, and her thighs. Donya closed her eyes and leaned against him.

“That feels good,” she whispered.

Louis’s fingers found her slit. He rubbed her clit in circles. Donya’s breathing quickened.

“Hold my cock,” he said, also breathing heavily.

Donya took him in her hand, her fingers encircling him. Louis groaned and kept rubbing her clit. He felt her getting wetter. “You’re so wet.”

“It’s because of you,” she said, her hand stroking him slowly. “Only you, Louis.”

Louis kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. She tasted like herbal tea. Her tongue met his, shyly at first, then with growing urgency. He enjoyed that. He licked her lips, her chin, her neck, tasting her skin. Donya’s large breasts pressed against his chest. They were so soft, a contrast to her hard nipples. He stared at the water flowing down her body and the beautiful, trimmed bush between her legs. Her body was a work of art.

“I love you, Donya,” he whispered in her ear.

“I love you too, Louis,” she said. He felt her shiver in his arms. “So much.”

Louis lifted her up. Donya wrapped her legs around his waist. He guided himself inside her. She was tight and hot. Louis started to thrust slowly. Donya moaned and buried her face in his neck.

“Ahhh…”

Louis held her up and moved her hips, feeling her sliding up and down on him. The hot water splashed on their bodies. Donya’s moans filled the shower room.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yes…yes,” she said, her hands on his shoulders.

Louis pressed her against the tiled wall of the shower. He thrust harder and faster, despite the pain in his chest. He needed to feel her. Her pussy was warm and tight around him. He looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her face flushed. Her breasts were bouncing with every thrust. Her hair was wet and plastered to her skin. He drove into her with all his strength.

“Louis…Louis…” she cried out.

Louis kept thrusting, enjoying the feel of her. He wanted to make her come. He wanted to make her forget everything. And feel only him.

Donya’s body started to shake. “Ahhhh!”

Louis felt her tightening around him. He pumped a few more times and came with a groan. His cock was throbbing with pleasure. He felt her legs trembling as he held her up. Her breath was hot on his neck. Louis stayed inside her for a while, savoring the feeling. Then he pulled out and let her stand. A stream of cum ran down her leg as the water washed it away. He felt the pain in his chest again.

“Are you okay?” Donya asked.

“I’m fine,” Louis said, smiling. “I should have taken an easier position.”

“Let me help you,” Donya said, turning him around. She washed his back, her hands gentle.

“That’s nice,” Louis said. “My back is itchy from the vest.”

“I know,” Donya said, scratching it. “But I’m glad you were wearing it.”

“So am I,” Louis said. “Higher.”

Donya’s hands moved up to his shoulder. “How about here?”

“Yes,” Louis said. “Right there.”

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” Donya said, her head against his back.

“Me too, Donya,” Louis said.

They finished their shower and dried each other with towels. Donya opened the medicine cabinet. “I need to put some ointment on your bruises. It will help with the pain.”

She took a tube of ointment and squeezed some on her fingers. She started to apply it on his chest. Louis winced.

“Sorry,” she said.

“It’s okay,” Louis said, closing his eyes. “I’m a strong young man.”

Donya laughed. “Yes, you are.” She finished with the ointment and helped him put on a fresh T-shirt. Then she kissed him. “Let’s go to bed.”

Louis followed her out of the bathroom. Cherish was waiting outside the door. She looked at them and smiled.

“Feeling better?” she asked.

“Much better,” Donya said, blushing.

Cherish looked at Louis. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Cherry,” Louis said, taking her hand. “Join me on the bed later.”

Cherish’s face lit up. “Okay.” She went inside the bathroom.

Angelique was sitting on a sofa, looking at her phone. Louis took Donya’s hand and led her to the bed. He lay down on his back. Donya lay next to him, her head on his shoulder. Louis looked at Angelique.

“What’s on your mind?”

“I was talking to my father,” Angelique said. “He’s worried about us. And he wants us to be careful.”

“What else did Philip say?”

“He’s happy with the deal we made with the Prophet King. He thinks it’s a good move. But he’s worried about the international reaction to the Rods.”

“He’s not the only one,” Donya said.

“What’s our response strategy?” Louis asked.

“We’re denying it, of course,” Angelique said. “We’re saying we have no knowledge of the attack. That we are monitoring the situation and calling for peace.”

Louis chuckled. “Nice try. But will they believe us?”

Angelique looked at him. “Utah is still a black box to the world. Their network is in chaos. It will be hard for anyone to confirm it was us. At least for now.”

“So we’re playing dumb,” Donya said.

“We are, Donya,” Angelique said. “For our own good. And for the good of the Dominion.”

Donya sighed. “Lies and secrets. It seems to be a part of our lives now.”

“No, Donya,” Louis said, stroking her hair. “We don’t lie to each other.”

Donya looked at him. “But we lie to the world.”

“That’s how the game is played,” Angelique said. “The world is not a friendly place. And we have to protect our own.”

“I know,” Donya said, adjusting her head on Louis’s shoulder. “When I was in primary school, we were asked about our wishes. I said I wanted world peace. I was serious. I really believed it could be achieved.”

“We all believed in that once, Donya,” Angelique said. “Then we grew up.”

Cherish walked out of the bathroom and climbed onto the bed. She snuggled up next to Louis. “Hi. What are you talking about?”

“We’re talking about world peace,” Donya said, smiling.

“That’s nice,” Cherish said. “I want world peace too.”

“We all do, Cherry,” Louis said, closing his eyes. “But I think it’s just like the horizon. We can keep moving toward it, but we’ll never really get there.”

“Then maybe we should stop moving and just enjoy the view,” Cherish said.

Louis smiled without opening his eyes. “I love your thinking, Cherry.”

Angelique sighed. “I’m going to shower.” She went into the bathroom.

Louis lay on the bed, with Donya on one side and Cherish on the other. He could hear the water running in the bathroom. Cherish whispered in his ear.

“Louis.”

“Mmm?” he said, opening his eyes.

“Tell me a story,” she said. “A happy one.”

Louis thought for a moment. “Once upon a time, there was a sailor. He had a ship and a crew. Together they sailed the seven seas, looking for treasure. They fought pirates, sea monsters, and evil wizards. But they always won. Because they were the best. One day, they found a secret island. And on the island, there was a treasure chest. The sailor opened it. Inside, he found a big, beautiful pearl. He picked it up, and it glowed. It showed him a vision. A vision of a warm house with a fireplace and a beautiful garden with flowers. He knew that was what he wanted. So he and his crew decided to settle down. They built a house on the island and planted a garden. They lived there, happily ever after. The end.”

Cherish chuckled. “That’s a cute story, Louis.”

“It is,” Donya said, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “I like that ending.”

“Me too,” Louis said, kissing her forehead. “Now let’s get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow. Or the day after.”

Cherish snuggled closer. “Good night, Louis. I love you.”

“Love you too, Cherry,” he said, closing his eyes.

He drifted into a dream of a ship, a crew, and a glowing pearl. He was the captain. The women were with him. They were laughing. Then the dream changed. The sky darkened. The sea became rough. A storm was coming. A huge wave rose from the water. It was the size of a building. It was coming for them. The women screamed. Louis held on to the wheel. He tried to steer the ship away. But it was too late. The wave crashed down on them. And everything went black.