Chapter Two

 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.