All Chapters of Bound To Three, Wife To One: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DominicI watched her burst in, breathless with flushed cheeks. We locked gazes and she froze. “Where have you been?” I demanded.Her eyes widened, then flamed. "You’re seriously asking me that?"I kept a blank expression despite the annoyance growing in me. "Just answer the damn question, Violet."Her voice turned sharp. “No, Dominic. You don’t get to stand there and act like a concerned husband when you faked a business trip just to get away from me." My hands fell to my sides. She was right, but I didn't want to give her any explanation."I'm asking you a question, Violet."She relented, but her glare was still in place. "I was at Giaus'. He's the only company I have anyway."He sighed. "I'm glad he's good company."She stared at me with disbelief and spat. "Happy you're being relieved of your bothersome wife. What a way to be a husband." I felt every self control I built during my time away starting to tear at the seams. She tried to move past me, but I clamped my hands

Violet It was the night of Patrick and Valera's thirty-fifth wedding anniversary and the preparations had been going on all month. This evening, their property looked fitting for a party with it's elegant decorations fit for a ballroom. Under the constellation of the fairy lights, the entire space was birthed in a soft, romantic glow. Tables were draped with ivory linens and gold rimmed flutes with sparkling champagne were passed around. I arrived on Dominic's arm. Earlier in the past week, on one of my numerous shopping with Valera, I'd gotten a form fitting plum long dress that hugged my figure with thin crisscross straps weaving a pattern across the plunging backline. I accesorized with an obsidian drop earrings, necklace and bracelets. My make up was light and perfect and I had my hair pinned up, with a few tendrils spiraling down in soft curls. I felt truly beautiful, even if all the reaction I got from Dominic was a curt nod. Valera looked absolutely stunning and Patric

Gaius It was one week after my parent's anniversary party and I was in my studio, working on a project I plan to add to a collection, the last of it before auctioning starts, when Dominic dropped by. His visit was a surprise because even though we were tight as thieves, Arla's loss had driven Dominic into solitude. I couldn't remember the last time we had a guy banter or drank together. It was like I'd lost my brother since then."Hey brother," I called as he walked in. Dominic had never been one to appreciate artwork, but he looked at some of my paintings, nodding in acknowledgement. It was a good thing I'd stored away paintings of Violet. "You've become better. Cheers man."I bumped my knuckles with his. "Thanks. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"I watched him shrug. "Just wanted to talk."That got my attention. I turned from the easel, setting my brush down. "Yeah. I’ve been thinking about something. Something important and it's been bugging me." I narrowed

VioletI moved beneath his relentless mouth, hot and slow while he stripped every piece of composure from me. My fingers snatched at the sheets beside me. Frantic, I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to quiet myself, but another gasp broke free when he dragged his tongue over my clit. "P–please," I whispered, but I had no idea what I needed more. More or mercy? He growled against me and the sensation of his voice vibrate against me made my heel dig into his back, my own back arching off the bed. He added a finger, then two, drawing a long moan from me. "Don’t stop," I said, my voice trembling. "Oh my god, don’t stop."Every flick of his tongue, every kiss, every exhale sent me higher, driving me farther from thinking, from speaking. He spun my clit with his fingers and sank his tongue deep in me. I came for the second time, drowning in the wave of the sensation. "Oh fuck, yes. Yes. Yessssssss."Giaus came up, his dark, hungry eyes locking with mine. He shed his shirt and

Violet I flipped the eggs over in the pan, savouring the silence in the house while my eggs sizzled and mentally constructing the next scene for my novel. My laptop was seating beside my mug of tea, the cursor blinking questionably at me, knowing the deadline for my publisher was creeping in and while I was close to wrapping up the book, some chapters still remained and a couple others needed to be rewritten. I turned off the gas and slipped my eggs on a plate, adding crispy bacon, melted cheese and toast before settling down in front of my laptop. While I ate, my phone lighted up to show a message pop up. It was Dominic. 'Forgot some documents in my home office. I'm coming to get them.'It's been almost a week of Dominic doing his possible best to avoid me. He worked till late, getting home at night, only to be out very early before I'm awake. It hurt, but I was slowly withdrawing from getting him to see me. Besides, I still felt betrayed by his admission about getti