Todos los capítulos de Unholy Matrimony: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

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

DominikThe fragile truce forged in the waterfall cavern lingers. An unfamiliar softness smoothing the jagged edges of our usual dynamic. Eve is more at peace, less overtly hostile. She meets my gaze more often, a flicker of something complex replacing the constant, simmering fury. Curiosity, confusion, maybe even a reluctant acknowledgment of the perfection of the raw lust we shared. It’s a subtle shift, but I register it. The temporary ceding of control, the focus on her pleasure, it achieved its purpose. It unbalanced her, introduced a new variable into her calculations. Predictability is a weakness I won’t tolerate, even in submission.This newfound quiet, however, is a thin veneer over the unchanging reality of my world. While Eve explores the villa’s extensive library or lies by the pool, lost in thought, my mind is half a world away, dissecting the implications of Armando’s move. Enzo’s initial response, the broken bones, the warehouse fire, was a necessary slap on the wris

DominikThe final sunset of our honeymoon paints the sky in violent strokes of orange, purple, and blood-red. It’s a suitably dramatic backdrop for the conclusion of this reprieve. Fourteen days spent isolated in this crucible of sun, sea, and sex, designed for the singular purpose of breaking her will and planting my seed.I watch Eve from the terrace as she stands at the water's edge, letting the gentle evening waves wash over her ankles. She’s wearing a whisper-thin black cover-up over one of the obscenely small bikinis I chose. The setting sun turns her silhouette into a dark, elegant flame against the fiery horizon.She’s different than the woman I brought here. The frantic, cornered energy is gone, replaced by a kind of wary stillness. The fire hasn’t been extinguished, and I wouldn’t want that, but it’s banked. Contained beneath a surface that has learned the futility of open rebellion. Her body is no longer a battleground, it’s fully occupied territory. She moves with a lan

DominikReturning to New York feels like re-engaging gears after cruising in neutral. The island was a necessary interlude, a controlled environment for reprogramming and conception. It served its purpose. Eve is softer, her body pliant and responsive, marked by my possession in ways both visible and intimate. The defiance still flickers, but it’s banked, overshadowed by the undeniable physical bond we forged. And she carries my heir. I feel it with absolute certainty, a powerful instinct that overrides any lingering doubt about those fucking pills. The sheer volume and frequency of our encounters must have overwhelmed whatever pathetic chemical barrier she erected.But an empire isn't sustained by bedroom victories alone. I need to bind her to my world not just through sex and fear, but through purpose. My purpose. Giving her a stake, however controlled, in the legitimate side of the enterprise is the next logical step.Perhaps thinking that she should share my throne is too aspi

DominikEve’s integration into the tower environment is proceeding ahead of schedule. Stefano reports that she absorbs information like a sponge, her questions are sharp, her grasp of the complex financial structures disturbingly quick. She’s already identified several inefficiencies in the tertiary real estate portfolio and proposed solutions that are both sound and, dare I say, slightly ruthless. I’m impressed.She doesn't just want to meet the five percent revenue increase target, she seems determined to obliterate it.It's precisely the kind of focused, ambitious energy I hoped to cultivate. Binding her intelligence to the success of my legitimate enterprises is proving an effective containment strategy. She spends hours immersed in ledgers and projections, her brow furrowed in concentration, the defiant fire in her eyes channeled into deciphering market trends instead of plotting escape routes.Of course, I know she hasn’t entirely abandoned her little spy games. Enzo’s discre