Dominic Violet finished and the audience rose, a thunderous applause rented the entire hall. I got up too at the front seat where I occupied a seat. I hadn’t expected to enjoy it. Book readings were definitely not.my thing and it was a last minute desperation to get away from the current family situation that drove me to offer to drive Violet to Connecticut. But now, seated in the front row, I found myself watching her at the podium where she was with a focus I hadn’t given anyone in years. Violet stood at the podium, her voice sure as she read out her words. It filled the small auditorium, pulling the audience in. My wife had them wrapped around her finger. Pride surged in me. She was mine. When it was over, she was swamped by readers and admirers who wanted her to sign books and pose for photos. Violet indulged them all with a bright smile on her face. I stood off in the distance, watching her. She was so beautiful and I realized I haven't been a direct recipient of her smile.
Violet We were already tugging at each other's clothes before we stepped into the shower. Fortunately, the shower was spacious enough. We bumped and crashed into everything but nothing broke the seal of our lips together. My hands banged the showerhead and it came on, drizzling warm water on us and making our clothes plaster against our sizzling skin. The steam rose around us, fogging the glass. Dominic pressed me against the cool tile, his body hot and solid as water coursed over us. His mouth devoured mine relentlessly while his hands roamed into my dress. I opened for him and when he pressed two fingers inside me , I arched back, a gasp escaping my lips. He swallowed it in one hungry kiss and continued pumping his fingers in me. I grind against his fingers, needing more. I cried out in painful delight when he added another finger. "Damn Violet, you are weeping on my fingers. Tell me it's just this way with me." He was pumping his digits into me real hard now and I couldn't e
Violet I turned my head in the direction of my door where a knock just sounded to see Dominic leaning against the frame, a cool expression on his face. I surely wasn't expecting him to be back from work this early, but I planned to send him a message or see him at breakfast before leaving for Connecticut tomorrow for my book reading. "Hey."He pushed himself off the wall and strolled into the room. I thought his expression was a bit gloomy, but I didn't dwell on it. "Leaving tomorrow?""Yeah," I replied folding the last dress into my suitcase. It was a three day trip so I didn't need to pack much, but I couldn't help slipping a dinner dress in, just in case. "I'll drive you to the reading," he said simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world - to offer to drive me, not just to the airport like any regular husband, but Connecticut?I blinked up at him. "You're going to drive me to Connecticut?" "And stay. You'll need...." He stalled, searching for the right
Dominic Son? I stepped into the house just in time to listen to the last part of their conversation - mom, dad and a vaguely familiar voice. Gaius was attending an exhibition this evening, so he couldn't have ditched that to have an argument with mom and dad. Besides, that car outside was not his. I was shocked when I walked in on mom, dad and the last person I could ever imagine having what seemed like a cozy dinner. Not too cozy though, if the tenseness of their last conversation was an Indication. I noticed mom's face was drawn, her eyes misty and holding a fragile expression. If this Diego was the cause of this, I swear I would rip him into shreds. Dad appeared calm although I knew there was something wrong from his rigid posture. Yet Diego sat, with that same military composure that you could never tell what he was thinking. I hated that it made me restless. A sick feeling rose in my guts. Dad cleared his throat first, breaking the tension in the air with the sam
Violet "Great sex, but you're not telling me what's wrong?" Diego finally lifted his head from righting his clothes. He had been quiet right after the sex, only giving me a hurried forehead kiss before disappearing to the adjoining bathroom to dispel the condom and clean himself up. Through it all, I noticed he avoided meeting my gaze. Something was wrong and he was hiding it from me. I crossed the room to stand in front of him, my hands crossed defiantly over my chest. "Alright, spill."He let out an exasperated sigh, realizing I had him cornered and wasn't backing off. Slowly, he came to stand in front of me. Diego dragged a hand down his face and let it fall heavily to his side. The strain in his eyes and the sag of his shoulders were pronounced, scaring me. Then his lips broke into a smile, setting my nerves at ease. He stepped closer, threading his hands through my hair. "I'm at a crossroads, Violet." "What do you mean?”He gave a short laugh, shaking his head. "I’
Violet Diego drank my surprised gasp in one kiss and after that, I couldn't think of anything else except me melting into his embrace. The heat of his hands trickling with blood seared through the fabric of my dress as he pulled me closer like he was afraid I'd be ripped away from him if he didn't. I clung to him, wanting to be his anchor, opening my mouth like he could somehow take from my strength. Our kiss was hot and ragged, our breaths entangled, our hands lost in each other's clothes. Diego took like he would die if he didn't and I opened up to him. "I need you." Diego rasped, whirling me around to bend me over the sofa, his mouth following my neck in a feverish kiss. His hand yanked the strap of my dress down, releasing my breasts. The impact of the cool air against my nipples sent a shocking thrill through me. Then he pushed up my dress, yanked down my panties before slipping underneath me in such a way that my pussy was above his face. I gripped the sofa when I felt