LOGINDominik
The 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.
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.
EveSomething is wrong.The feeling is a cold slick of oil on the surface of my consciousness, an instinct so primal it bypasses thought. It started the moment I walked into the dining room. The air in the house is different. Tighter. Dominik is different.He sits at the head of the table, a picture of civilized control, but the faint, predatory amusement that usually glitters in his eyes is gone. It’s been replaced by a







