Home / Mafia / Unholy Matrimony / Chapter 40 – The Confessional

Share

Chapter 40 – The Confessional

last update Last Updated: 2025-12-11 15:30:46

Eve

His tenderness is a weapon I wasn't prepared for.

The violence, the dominance, the rough claiming, I understand those. I hate them, my body craves them, but they fit the narrative. Dominik Grimaldi, the monster, taking what's his.

But the sunscreen… that was different. The slow, careful glide of his hands, the unexpected gentleness in his touch, the way he soothed the soreness he inflicted… it throws my entire understanding of him off balance.

I lie on the lounger long after he's gone inside, the coconut scent of the l

Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter

Latest chapter

  • Unholy Matrimony   Chapter 41 – The Possession

    Dominik"Did any of them make you feel… this?" Her question hangs in the warm, jasmine-scented air, a deliberate barb aimed straight at the core of my control. She stands before me, clad in barely-there lace, moonlight caressing her skin, questioning my history, demanding validation beyond the physical claim I've already made absolute.Part of me is furious. She dares to bring the outside world, the irrelevant ghosts of past encounters, into this sanctuary I've created? This bubble I created exists for one purpose. Her complete surrender and the conception of my heir. Her insecurities, her petty need for comparison, are distractions. Contaminants.But another part… another part feels a surge of dark, smug satisfaction. Jealousy. It's raw and unmistakable in her eyes, in the tight line of her mouth, in the way her body tenses despite her attempt at nonchalance. She wouldn't ask if she didn't care. She wouldn't care if she wasn't starting to see herself as mine, not just contractually

  • Unholy Matrimony   Chapter 40 – The Confessional

    EveHis tenderness is a weapon I wasn't prepared for.The violence, the dominance, the rough claiming, I understand those. I hate them, my body craves them, but they fit the narrative. Dominik Grimaldi, the monster, taking what's his. But the sunscreen… that was different. The slow, careful glide of his hands, the unexpected gentleness in his touch, the way he soothed the soreness he inflicted… it throws my entire understanding of him off balance.I lie on the lounger long after he's gone inside, the coconut scent of the l

  • Unholy Matrimony   Chapter 39 – A Glimmer of Softness

    DominikThe island has a rhythm, and it belongs to me. The sun rises when I command it, the waves crash in time with Eve’s ragged breaths, and the days pass in a haze of salt, skin, and submission. She’s been thoroughly conquered. Her body, once a fortress of defiance, is now a territory I know better than my own. I know the exact spot on her neck that makes her breath hitch, the way her inner thighs tremble just before she comes, the raw, helpless sound she makes when I push he

  • Unholy Matrimony   Chapter 38 – Salt and Skin

    EveThe days bleed into one another, measured not by hours, but by the rise and fall of the sun and the rhythm of Dominik’s body inside mine. There are no clocks here. No schedules. No world outside the perimeter of this perfect, suffocating island. My old life, my plans for revenge, the data I memorized, it all feels like a dream I had a lifetime ago. The only reality is the sun, the sea, and him.I wake up with the taste of salt in the air and the heavy weight of his arm across my waist. My body is a constant, low-level ache, a hum of soreness

  • Unholy Matrimony   Chapter 37 – The Island Claim

    DominikThe low hum of the Gulfstream’s engines is the only sound between us. It’s a cocoon of pressurized air and expensive leather, hurtling us thousands of miles away from the world we usually inhabit. I watch Eve as she stares out the small, oval window at the endless expanse of blue sky and white clouds.She’s been quiet since we left the house. A tense, simmering silence that is far more interesting

  • Unholy Matrimony   Chapter 36 – Clipped Wings

    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

More Chapters
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status