LOGINDominik
Her little shopping trip is a transparent farce, and I find the sheer, childish audacity of it entertaining.
I watch on the security feed as Enzo follows her through Bergdorf’s, a mountain of granite trailing a hummingbird.
EveFive hours.The words echo in the silent suite, a death sentence delivered with a smile. Five hours until I’m to be transported from this curated existence to another, more beautiful, more isolated game board. A honeymoon. The word is a vile, twisted mockery of what this trip represents. There is no love, no ce
DominikDawn bleeds across the sky in muted shades of grey and rose, the light creeping into the suite and falling across the bed. It illuminates the aftermath of our war. The sheets are completely
EveMy body is a battlefield, and Dominik is the only victor.I lie collapsed on the sheets, every part of me screaming. My ass is a canvas of stinging, bruised heat, a constant, humiliating reminder of the punishment I begged for. My insides are tender, my muscles trembling with a bone-deep exhaustion I’ve never known before I met him.
DominikThe acrid, musky scent of my release coats her skin, a wild brand of ownership that words could never replicate. She remains kneeling on the floor, a tableau of submission, her chest slick with my claim.
EveHis words hang in the air, a command colder and sharper than any physical blow. Seduce me.My mind, still reeling from the violent argument, the shattered doorframe, and the terrifying loss of his control, can’t immediately process the shift. The rage in his eyes h
DominikThe flimsy plastic baggie rests in my palm. It weighs nothing, yet it feels heavier than a slab of concrete. Each tiny white pill is a monument to her deceit.I stand outside the suite, the silence of the corridor pressing in. Enzo delivered the evidence minutes ago, his face an impassive mask that couldn't quite hide the grim understanding in his eyes. He knows what this means. A fundamental breach. Treason.







