Chapter Three

Two days later, Dominic and I were sharing a quiet dinner. The large dinner table wasn't the only barrier separating us. Since that embarrassing night, we had barely said a complete sentence to each other. Dom spent his days and sometimes nights, working and I immersed myself in writing. This was our first dinner as a couple.

"I have a request." I said, breaking the silence that was only punctuated by the clink of our cutleries. 

Dom lifted his proud head only briefly. "Go ahead."

"Can Gaius join us during dinnertime. It will be good to have someone to talk to." I said, bitingly.

He shrugged casually. "If it's cool with him."

"There's something else." When he said nothing, I continued. "I want to redo the interior decor of the house."

   He froze, then shook his head. "No."

"Dom-"

   "I said no." He snarled. The muscle in his jaw tensed and released, then he dumped the serviette on his plate and shoved back the chair to leave. 

  "You can either do that or store away her pictures and belongings in the house. I don't want to live in the shadow of a dead woman in my home."

   His back was turned to me, but I could feel the angry energy coming from him. Ignoring that, I continued. "You have her pictures all over the wall, her recipes and food timetable in the kitchen. You should see the way the housekeeper looked at me when I recommended new cleaning products. She said this was how the former mistress liked it! For God's sake, am I going to be up against a dead woman for the rest of our marriage!"

     He turned and practically flung himself across the table, to grab my arms. "Never. Ever. Mention. Her." He said in a threatening growl that should have scarred me. Instead, it made desire pool between my legs. 

   "Or what? You're going to divorce me and end this ridiculous sham of a marriage." I saw a vein pop in his neck. It felt good annoying him. I know as long as he wanted to take the reins of his father's company, he was stuck being my husband. "Or you'll find another sadistic way of punishing me!"

   He hurled me to my feet, holding me up against his powerful body. A maniacal smile pulled his lips wide. "I can think of a few."

  "I'll never give you the satisfaction of being pleasured by you." I spat.

I watched him throw his proud black head back and laugh. "How about I show you who's the boss of your tight little pussy." He squeezed my ass to drive home his point.

I tried to wriggle out of his hold, but he held me in place and cut off my protest with a punishing kiss. His mouth ravaged mine, demanding submission and I kissed him back hungrily, totally turned on by the force of the kiss. The damn bastard was bent on seeing me at his mercy. I wouldn't let him.

I planted my palm on his chest and broke the kiss. I looked into his dark eyes, heaving. "I hate you."

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Dominic

"Trust me, Violet, there's a lot we could achieve with hate." I said watching her trembling from bottled up desires. My own cock was a rod inside my pants and I wanted nothing more than to sink into her warm heat.

I tapped the table. "Be a good little slut, bend over and spread your legs for me."

"No. Go fuck yourself." 

 Chuckling, I turned, bent her over the dinner table and shoved her shorts down. I was rewarded with the view of her jiggly round globes. 

   "You're not wearing panties, Violet. What were you looking forward to?"

"Pleasuring myself. I'm sure I'll do a better job than your stupid cock."

"Is that a challenge?" I asked pressing my boner against her ass, making her feel how turned on I am. I rotated my hips, teasing her naked ass. She made no sound, but grounded her ass against me. 

   I pressed two of my fingers in her pussy. She hissed and bit out. "Bastard."

I laughed and pulled my fingers out. They came away fucking wet. "You like it when I do that don't you." I reached forward. "Taste yourself, Violet. Taste what I do to you." I stuck my fingers in her mouth until she was gagging on them. 

I unbuttoned my slacks and shoved them down. I stroked my cock a few times and plunged all the way into her pussy. My thighs went taut, as I buried myself to the hilt, pulled out and slammed deep inside her again. Her fingers scratched the surface of the table till they turned white, but she made no sound. She was determined to deny me the satisfaction of hearing her scream her pleasure but she couldn't deny the way her pussy gripped my cock, milking me with each thrust. 

"Oh God, look at your pussy gripping my cock. Your little hole wants to be filled so much."

"Go to hell!" She spat.

"I'll take you there with this cock." With that, I reach around and flicked her clit in a frenzy, ramming into her mercilessly. She bounced her ass in a crazy sync with my thrusts. 

   "That's what I'm talking about, Violet. Ride that cock like a slut. You can't cum until you beg for it."

A little cry clawed it's way out of her.

"Beg for it, wife!" Crack! I whacked her ass. I angled my thrusts and drove deeper, harder and faster. "I'm going to punish you if you don't beg for it." Crack!

"M- make me-e cum."

Crack! "That's not how you beg, Violet." I started to slow my thrusts. 

   "Fuck, please! Please I'm so close. Don't stop. I want every drop of your cum inside me!"

  My grip on her waist tightened and I started slapping into her in a wild rage. Her own screams mixed with my primal grunts and the slap of our bodies echoed in the room. I kept fucking her pussy until my entire body went taut and exploded at the same time she trembled beneath me with a loud scream. Together, we both tumbled headlong into sweet release.

   I lay slumped on her. "Next time you're itching for a fight, Violet, make sure you can take the heat."