I hurried to my feet. Right now, I don't even have a mind of my own that isn't fuzzy with desire. I wanted to be used, fucked and dominated by my husband. Facing the wall as he ordered, I presented him with a view of my ass encased in the flimsy net and jiggled them for effect. An excited shriek ripped out of me when he gripped the material around my butt cheeks and ripped it.
I moaned when he got on one knee and parted my ass cheeks so wide, I felt the cool air tickle my pussy.
He growled. "Look at your slutty pink pussy weeping for attention, Violet. It just wants to be filled." He stood and turned my face to look at him at the same time, his hand reached around to find my clit. "Don't you want to be filled?"
I was gasping as his fingers worked on my lady button. "Yes. I want all of that cock. Please fuck me."
I barely had the time to process the wicked grin on his face before he plunged into me. I cried out from the pain. He drew back and plunged again. Soon the pain turned into sweet pleasure as he thrusted deeper, harder, faster driving me against the wall while I screamed out, my hands raking all over the wall.
"You want that, don't you? You want to be fucked on your wedding night like a whore."
I continued moaning, jutting my ass back so he could go deeper. Suddenly, he stopped his thrusts and I almost wailed. I pushed my ass back, wildly trying to bounce on his cock. "No,no. Please don't stop."
"Then respond when I'm talking to you, wife!" He barked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Yes, I want it! I want to be owned and fucked by you. Please fill me with your cock. I want it in my pussy."
He lifted my right leg and his next thrust was angled perfectly to hit my sweet spot while his balls slap against my wet pussy. I'm so close and I'm panting breathlessly to reach my release. My pussy started to clench around his cock. I was coming. Oh God!
Just when I thought I was about to be sucked into sweet release, Dom abruptly pulled out of me, cutting off my orgasm. Without his weight to support me, I crumbled to the floor with a broken whimper, anger fast replacing the pleasure I felt while he fucked me. Before he turned and walked into his shower, I didn't miss the expression of satisfaction on his face seeing me on the floor, naked, denied, with face flaming in embarrassment.
Long into the night, I burned at the mortification that not only did my husband not want me, I also realized Dom was still very much in love with his late wife. I felt like I'd been kicked in the guts when, few minutes after he brushed me off, I heard him call out his late wife's name as he jerked himself off in the shower.
The morning after my wedding night, I woke up with so much hate for my husband. It was surprising how all the years of crushing on Dom turned into hate so alive I could taste it on my tongue. It wouldn't let that mess with me though. I needed to settle into my new life and continue writing my debut novel. I am hoping to launch it soon.
As soon as I woke up, I showered, did my skincare and still in my bathrobe, I fixed a cup of coffee and took my laptop out to the poolside to write.
I was about thirty minutes into plotting one of my scenes when a sudden whoosh of water broke the silence and a head emerged out from the water. I hadn't seen anyone since I sat to write and I certainly heard Dominic leave the house hours ago.
The unexpected intruder shook out the wetness from his hair, turned and our eyes met. The morning sun reflecting in those brown eyes shot a jolt of electricity through me. I was faced with a young man with strikingly handsome features that looked familiar. His torso, as far as I could see was muscled and sunkissed, with droplets of water glistening on his skin.
"Fancy meeting you, sister-in-law." He called, swimming over in my direction.
It instantly clicked. Dom's younger brother, Gaius. I hadn't seen him in years and he had been absent at our wedding, I didn't recognize him.
"Hi, Gaius." I said cheerily, standing up just as he hefted himself out of the pool. I moved to give him a hug but he stopped me.
"I don't want you to get wet."
Instead, he leaned forward to kiss my cheeks, but it was that same moment I shifted clumsily and his lips landed directly on mine. I tensed then tried to conceal my flaming cheeks at the thought that I liked how his lips were firm, yet soft against mine.
He continued talking like nothing happened. "So sorry I missed your wedding. Was out of town for work."
I understand Gaius has his own job as a web designer and wanted no part in running the company, but I couldn't form a reasonable reply in my head. He saved me the trouble.
"I see you're enjoying a lazy morning by the pool. After yesterday, you must be so tired."
If he was referring to the wedding or my wedding night, I had no idea. "Not totally a lazy morning. I'm trying to plot scenes for my book."
He started to dry his body and I couldn't help watching as his muscles flexed while he got the task done. "Oh, you write?" There was a trace of curiosity in his tone. At least one brother cared.
"I'm hoping to be a published author soon.'
"Cool stuff. You know, business runs in the family and it gets boring. I like to talk about other things for a breath of fresh air." He said playfully, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.
"I couldn't agree more."
"Well, I better leave you to your writing." I pouted. I was starting to enjoy having someone besides a grumpy Dom to talk to. He seemed to notice my expression, because he said with a smile. "I own the west wing, so that means we'll be running into each other a lot around here."
"Really? That's cool."
He walked away and I caught myself, embarrassed staring at his butt and thigh as they pulled taut with each movement. Long after he left, I realized I was actually looking forward to having someone to talk to.
Dominic The next day, I was about getting into my car to drive to work when my brother came out of his wing, preparing for his early morning run. He tipped his head in my direction."Hey buddy."I jogged up to him. Gaius slapped my back. "You should work from home sometimes, Dominic. Why do this very morning?" I ignored his question. Gaius never showed any interest in the business. He was content with his paintings. "Have you ever heard of someone named Diego? Someone Violet mentioned in passing?"Gaius paused, searching his memory, then he shook his head. "Doesn't ring any bell. Although, if there's anyone, maybe it's a new guy from her Salsa dance class. She been taking that for a while." I heard the reprimand in Gaius last information, suggesting I might have no idea what she did with her time. "I'm aware," I ground out. "Did you ever meet him?""No. Why are you asking these questions?" I glanced at Gaius. "I just have a bad feeling about him."Eyes narrowed, Gai
Diego I froze with my glass of wine still mid air for a second and I had to look twice to be sure, in case I'd misread it. Her message glowed on my phone. 'What you up to, boy? I'm horny.'All this while, I'd maintained my restraint, burying the heat of my affection and desires. I'd been careful, respectful even though I wanted more with Violet.And now, Violet was undoing all that by just one text. She'd been so beautiful tonight. And that dance - God! I'd wanted her to remain in my arms forever. It took a lot of practiced control to not get a hard on on that dance platform. She was the one crossing that line now. I set the glass down and picked up my phone to type my response. 'You’re playing with fire, Violet. I’ve wanted you since the second I laid eyes on you. Don’t text me that unless you’re ready for me to show up and make you forget every man who’s ever touched you.' The silence after I hit send stretched into several minutes and I started to regret my respo
DiegoThe atmosphere was pulsing with the chatter of people, slow soothing music that inspired a few to tap their feet on the dance platform. The space wasn't too crowded, but the people weren't few either and I moved through the room, laughing with the regulars, making the newcomers feel welcome while trying to enjoy the party myself. But through it all, my eyes kept straying towards the entrance, waiting, hoping for her arrival. When, she eventually arrived, I blew a breath of relief. In jeans and a cold shoulder top, her hair in a ponytail, she looked simple yet breathtaking. When our eyes met, her lips pulled in a small smile that went straight to my heart. It was all the encouragement I needed to walk up to her. "I'm surprised you came." I said, careful to keep my voice light. We were just getting back on neutral ground and I don't want to scare her with my feelings. She shrugged, her hands digging into the back pockets of her jeans. . "I figured I could use a break.""Exactl
Violet I flipped the eggs over in the pan, savouring the silence in the house while my eggs sizzled and mentally constructing the next scene for my novel. My laptop was seating beside my mug of tea, the cursor blinking questionably at me, knowing the deadline for my publisher was creeping in and while I was close to wrapping up the book, some chapters still remained and a couple others needed to be rewritten. I turned off the gas and slipped my eggs on a plate, adding crispy bacon, melted cheese and toast before settling down in front of my laptop. While I ate, my phone lighted up to show a message pop up. It was Dominic. 'Forgot some documents in my home office. I'm coming to get them.'It's been almost a week of Dominic doing his possible best to avoid me. He worked till late, getting home at night, only to be out very early before I'm awake. It hurt, but I was slowly withdrawing from getting him to see me. Besides, I still felt betrayed by his admission about getti
Violet When I woke up in the morning, I was washed by an overwhelming sense of guilt. The sunlight spilling across the sheets and the warmth of the room did nothing to soothe me. What have I done? Gaius was my brother-in-law and I'd slept with him. Last night, I had not been thinking when I ran out of the house and into Gaius's arms. All I wanted was to proof to myself that I was still desirable. And Gaius had proved that I was. The soreness between my legs were a sweet reminder of everything we did last night. Still, the guilt didn't go away. I rushed out of bed naked and hurriedly found my robe. I looked around for my panties and when I didn't find it, I banished the search and left the room. Downstairs, the scent of coffee was inviting. Gaius was in the kitchen, terribly good looking with his hair tousled and chest, bare. He was flipping something in a pan like this was normal. Like we did this all the time. He looked over his shoulder and smiled softly. "Hey, you're
VioletI moved beneath his relentless mouth, hot and slow while he stripped every piece of composure from me. My fingers snatched at the sheets beside me. Frantic, I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to quiet myself, but another gasp broke free when he dragged his tongue over my clit. "P–please," I whispered, but I had no idea what I needed more. More or mercy? He growled against me and the sensation of his voice vibrate against me made my heel dig into his back, my own back arching off the bed. He added a finger, then two, drawing a long moan from me. "Don’t stop," I said, my voice trembling. "Oh my god, don’t stop."Every flick of his tongue, every kiss, every exhale sent me higher, driving me farther from thinking, from speaking. He spun my clit with his fingers and sank his tongue deep in me. I came for the second time, drowning in the wave of the sensation. "Oh fuck, yes. Yes. Yessssssss."Giaus came up, his dark, hungry eyes locking with mine. He shed his shirt and