Todos los capítulos de Unholy Matrimony: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 59

DominikI watch Eve sleep, her body a tangle of limbs and dark hair against the ivory satin sheets. She’s completely still. Knocked out by the exhaustion that follows intense pleasure. Last night was… illuminating. Rewarding her competence with focused, unadulterated worship yielded a surrender more profound than anything I could have devised. She didn't just break, she dissolved.The marks of my mouth are still visible on her throat and breasts. Faint purple shadows against her pale skin. Her lips are swollen, slightly parted, her breathing slow and even. She looks utterly ravaged. As she was.I’m having trouble comprehending my current state of mind. I didn’t take my own pleasure. My cock is still as hard as fortified steel this morning, but somehow I felt more than content with the knowledge that I made her feel the kind of hedonistic gratification no other man ever could. I’m the only one who can make her body detonate euphorically.There’s no need for me to psycho-analyze myself

EveThe mansion is transformed. What was already an exercise in obscene luxury has somehow been amplified, dripping with even more ostentatious wealth for Dominik’s grand charity gala. Crystal chandeliers blaze, reflecting off polished marble floors like captured stars. Towering arrangements of white orchids and blood-red roses scent the air with a cloying, funereal sweetness. An army of black-clad servers moves like shadows, balancing trays of champagne and jewel-like canapés. A string quartet plays Vivaldi in a corner, the elegant music a thin veneer over the predatory currents swirling beneath.This isn’t just a party, it’s a display. A flexing of Dominik’s power, influence, and, thanks to the recent negative pregnancy test, his unwavering determination. He’s hosting the world tonight, showcasing his kingdom, and I am the centerpiece. His queen. His broodmare-in-waiting.The emerald velvet gown clings like a shield, beautiful and suffocating. It’s exquisite, sculpted to my body,

DominikParity.The word hangs in the air between us, completely overshadowed by the other statement she made. ‘If you ever decide you need a whore on the side… I will take a lover of my own.’For a split second, the world goes silent. The Vivaldi, the clinking glasses, the low hum of a hundred conversations, it all vanishes, replaced by the roar of blood in my ears. My vision tunnels, focusing solely on her face. On the defiant tilt of her chin, the fire in her hazel eyes.Shock hits first, cold and sharp. No one speaks to me like this. No one dares. Especially not here, in the heart of my territory, surrounded by allies and enemies alike. Then disbelief. Did she actually just equate her fidelity, bought and paid for with her father's life, with mine? Did she just threaten me, Dominik Grimaldi, with adultery?The disbelief evaporates, consumed by a rage so cold, so absolute, it feels like my blood has turned to ice water. Fury washes the residual warmth of the scotch from my system

Dominik"A price you will pay. Now."The words echo in the charged silence of the suite. Her eyes widen slightly, the last vestiges of her defiant anger momentarily overshadowed by a flicker of genuine fear. She knows the shift has happened. The verbal sparring is over. The physical reckoning begins.I don’t give her time to think, to brace herself. My control, already frayed thin by her open defiance, snaps completely. I surge forward, closing the small space between us in a single stride. My hands find her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath the heavy velvet, lifting her effortlessly off her feet.She cries out, a startled sound, her hands automatically flying to my shoulders for balance. I turn and slam her back against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs. Before she can recover, my mouth is on hers, hard and punishing.It’s not a kiss. It’s an assault of lips and teeth. A raw, brutal claiming meant to silence her, to erase the taste of he

DominikSilence descends, thick and heavy, broken only by the ragged sound of my own breathing. I’m still buried deep inside her, my body shuddering with the last violent tremors of my release, but the blinding haze of rage and lust has abruptly cleared, leaving behind a stark, chilling clarity.Eve is utterly still beneath me. Limp. Her head is lolled to the side, dark hair plastered to her sweat-slicked temple. Her eyes are closed, lashes dark crescents against skin that’s gone unnervingly pale. And around her throat, stark and brutal against the pallor, are the distinct, darkening impressions of my fingers.My blood runs cold.What the fuck did I just do?I experience a profound, system-jarring shock at the absolute loss of control I just experienced. I, Dominik Grimaldi, who orchestrates violence with the precision of a surgeon, who never acts out of pure, blind rage, just choked my wife into unconsciousness during sex because she wouldn't verbally submit to my will. Because her