All Chapters of Condemned Wife's Compliance: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Belinda placed the final stem into the vase, stepping back to see if the arrangement sat to Rafael’s mother’s satisfaction. The older woman leaned in, tilting her head one way and then the other before beaming in delight.“Perfect,” she declared, her fingers brushing over the petals with a fondness that made it seem like the roses had bloomed just for her. “These will be lovely on the table when the boys arrive.”Belinda gave a polite nod, forcing a small smile. She wasn’t feeling too well; she had been feeling a little green around the gills but she had been holding on. She did not want anyone to know about the life she was nourishing inside her womb just yet. But keeping that secret was proving harder than she had initially anticipated. The baby, since she had discovered it, was doing a small number on her body.“Only a few days until the court date,” Rafael’s mother said cheerfully, moving a small sprig of greenery to a more ‘artistic’ position. “It will be such a relief to have eve

He felt her hands between them, feeling down his belly as they both tasted each other. There was a rhythm to the way her lithe body was rocking against his. Slow, steady, but firm. The way she was kissing him back. The way he wanted to fuck her. The ache of his arousal was a delicious need that he wanted to satiate slowly. The ache he was sure she was aware of as she was on his lap. He shifted from beneath her weight and her weight was deposited onto the couch. He wanted to savour her. To have his fill of her like the last cool drink available to him in a drying oasis.He let her tug his T-shirt up and then put her hands under it. He shuddered. Every time she touched him it felt like he had put his hand in a light socket and he would never get tired of that. She firmly ran her hands up, letting his shirt catch on her wrists and be dragged up by the motion. Knowing her intention and not wanting to slow her down, he broke off the kiss and raised his hands to let her pull his shirt over h

As they sat down, Belinda noticed that the restaurant was dimly lit and the setting was as she remembered. It was still the sort of place that prided itself on intimacy. Candlelight flickered across the polished wood of the table, silverware gleamed, and the low murmur of other diners provided a muted backdrop. It had been a while since Belinda and Rafael had been here. Belinda looked at Rafael as he sat opposite her. He was dressed elegantly as always. She tucked her hair behind one ear, and then arranged her hands so that they were folded neatly in her lap.The waiter came and offered them their menus. The couple took them with warm smiles and Rafael ordered their usual starter wine. Belinda did not have the chance to tell him that she did not want it as their waiter nodded and walked off swiftly.With the waiter gone, Rafael began looking through the menu. Belinda followed suit, seeing the things she would have loved to have but had to overlook because of her child.She found what s

They were silent as they walked into the casino. Aris had one of the staff help Adrea take her stuff upstairs. She began to walk forward and noticed that he hung back. She looked at him, a question in her eyes.“Are you not coming up with me?” she asked him.He forced a smile and shook his head. He needed a moment to think. A moment to rearrange his thoughts and get rid of the acrid feeling simmering below the surface.Adrea paused, her brows knitting as she searched his face. He had smiled, but it had not reached his eyes. She knew something was something was not right. She realised now that he had been quiet… too quiet. Had something happened? She wanted to ask but she decided to leave it. She was too aware of the people looking at them curiously. She nodded and turned her back to him. Maybe she was tired. Aris… he would come to her in his own time.Aris watched her go, his chest tight. The sway of her hair against her back as she disappeared around the corner only fuelled the contr

This… She had feared this. This was why she had not wanted to get involved with him to begin with. This was why she should have resisted her carnal urges.They were good friends. Great friends. But they also had a history they had been skirting around. A moment that neither of them wanted to get into. Add sex into that pot and things got complicated.Her chest tightened at the thought, a coil of unease winding through her ribs. She found herself fidgeting with her hands and she folded her arms to stop the motion. Her eyes were fixed on anything but his face. The wall behind him, the colour of his shirt, the buttons on his shirt, the floor at their feet suddenly seemed fascinating. She didn’t dare look up, afraid that meeting his gaze would make everything too real.Her life was already a shit show. Sure, she was cleaning it up piece by piece, but adding more to that mess was not going to get things pristine faster. Her palms itched, and she rubbed them against her arms as if to scrub a