All Chapters of Unholy Matrimony: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DominikShe lies stiff beside me when dawn edges the room in pale light, every line of her body taut as a bowstring. Her back is to me, shoulders curled in as if she can hide from the memory of last night.She thinks she won something by enduring me without breaking. That her silence, her stubborn refusal to beg, was a victory.She’s wrong.The triumph was all mine. I left her frustrated. Shaking. Soaked and furious with herself. Every second she lay beside me trembling with need, every sharp inhale she tried to quiet, was mine. She’s a cornered animal baring its teeth, and it only makes me want to sink mine in deeper. And she’ll never be allowed to find relief without coming to me and requesting it.When I rise, she tries to roll away and burrow deeper into the sheets. I don’t allow it. “Up,” I say, and when she doesn’t move quickly enough, I tug the covers off her body. She curses under her breath, clutching at the fabric, but I’m already walking toward the bathroom. “We’re going

DominikI’ve always been adamant that my home should be a reflection of who I am. Now there’s a new variable in the mix and the pulse of our life together still needs to find its rhythm. At dusk, my mansion is ready for it’s first performance with my wife by my side.Crystal polished, candles coaxed to life, the long table dressed in pure, white linen. The stemware is of crystal so flawless, it rings when you breathe on it. I don’t look at the place settings though. I look at Eve. It’s impossible not to.She isn’t in a gown tonight. Instead I chose a charcoal jumpsuit, razor-cut, with a plunging V-neckline and a satin obi belt knotted around her waist. Dangerously high black stilettos make her almost as tall as me. Her hair is swept to one side, curls loosely tied up to expose the long line of her neck. No diamonds. Just a slim gold cuff at her wrist and the ring that tells everyone she’s not free.She proclaimed to hate my choice of outfit, yet she wears it perfectly.Our dinner g

Dominik Eve doesn’t understand the distinction yet. She thinks punishment will involve pain. She thinks the sting of leather on skin, or

EveThe hours pass unnoticed and I’m caught blinking in surprise when Dominik raps on the glass separating us, pointing at his watch. It’s after five and I guess we’re going home. Enzo’s waiting in the parking garage, next to the SUV he drove here this morning. I head toward him, but Dominik grabs my wrist and tugs me to a sleek black sedan. “You’re riding with me. And if you’re late again tomorrow, you’ll stay home,” he tells me casually. I sit in the passenger seat, my entire body coiled with tension. Work had offered a short respite from the cold war we’re

EveI wake up trapped. Not by ropes or chains, but by the weight of Dominik’s arm across my stomach and the hard, unyielding length of his cock pressed into the small of my back. It’s an agonizing reminder of the control he wields over every cell in my body. He’s already awake. His breaths are an even, low rumble against the back of my neck. He’s waiting to see what my first move will be.