Lahat ng Kabanata ng DOMINATED THE IN-LAW{EROTIC SERIES}: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

ROWANNE’S POV.I stared at him with my throat tightening. I couldn’t tell him the truth, that one touch from him would unravel me completely, sending me spiralling into a place I couldn’t claw my way out of. Not while I was still clinging to the memory of Jett. So instead, the wrong words tumbled out bitterly. “Maybe because your family thinks I’m a murderer,” I spat. The shift in his expression was immediate. His jaw tightened, his lips parted slightly as if to respond, but no words came out. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach as I realised he wasn’t denying it. That silence spoke louder than anything he could have said. “So it’s true?” My voice cracked with anger rising hot and fast in my chest as tears stung my eyes. “Your family thinks I killed Jett? My own husband!” “Rowanne—” he started as his hand reached for me. “Don’t touch me!” I hissed, yanking my hand away, but his grip was firm, his fingers tightening around my arm. He pulled me closer, and I stumbled i

ROWANNE’S POV.All I had was pretence. A mask I wore with painstaking precision. Smiling in front of everyone, especially when he was in the room, was my only armour. And yet, shamelessly, he stared. Boldly. His gaze was relentless like a silent storm that chased me no matter how far I tried to run. It wasn’t just a look, it felt like a claim. It marked me and burned through me, as if I already belonged to him.God help me. I—I loved it. I loved the way he made me feel like I was something more than a shattered woman piecing herself back together. His attention stripped away the pity that clung to me like a second skin. Under Eli’s gaze, I wasn’t the sombre widow draped in black or the woman everyone whispered about in hushed tones at parties. No, under his stare, I was something else entirely. Something wild. Something burning.The next evening, the celebration spilt onto the yacht, Vivian’s way of extending the magic. The champagne flowed endlessly, and the air buzzed with the

ROWANNE’S POV.And then his voice came from behind low, cutting through my haze. “You’re wet, peach. Now, beg.”“Hm,” I whispered, my voice muffled as I buried my face into the bed, trying to compose myself. But any attempt to calm the storm inside me was shattered the moment I felt his hands reach for the edge of my lace panties. They were soaked. He pulled them down slowly, dragging the damp fabric along my thighs before peeling them away entirely. The air hit my bare skin, cool and teasing. I swallowed hard while my body tightened with anticipation. Then, his hand grazed my wet folds, so light it was almost a tease, and my body jolted. “Eli!” I gasped, my voice trembling with need. He didn’t say a word. Instead, his hands gripped my thighs, parting them wider, exposing me completely. My breath hitched, and before I could react, his fingers pressed into my slick heat and curled deep inside me. “Oh, God,” I whispered, my head dipping forward as a wave of pleasure crash

ROWANNE’S POV.His hands grazed my back, leaving sparks in their wake. His touch was igniting something deep inside me that I didn’t know I had. “Lay down and spread your legs for me,” he commanded with his voice low and dripping with dominance. Heat rushed to my cheeks as his words sank in. I had never felt so exposed, so lewd, as I hesitated, slowly parting my legs for him. My thighs trembled, and shame coursed through me, but his piercing gaze froze me in place. There was no escaping him, not his eyes, not his presence.For a moment, he just stood there, watching me, devouring the sight of me laid bare before him. It was unbearable and electric all at once. I almost closed my legs, but his sharp stare held me wide open. Then, his trousers hit the floor, and his cock sprang free thick, long, and impossibly hard. I swallowed hard, my eyes darting away, but he wasn’t having it. His strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading them even wider as he climbed over me, his body pres

ROWANNE’S POV.The next day, I stepped into my office, trying to steady myself after a restless night.“Your coffee, Mrs Carter. Good morning,” Rita greeted as she placed a cup on my desk.“Thank you, Rita. Have you had yours?” I asked, offering her a faint smile.Rita grinned, raising her own cup for me to see. “Already handled, ma’am.”I nodded, settling into my chair and powering up my computer. “Any documents I need to sign today?”“None for now,” she replied, but then hesitated. Her tone shifted, curiosity laced in her voice. “Although, I heard something huge happened at Carter’s office last night.”I sighed softly, already dreading the direction of this conversation. “Rita,” I called her name, a gentle warning, hoping to avoid anything related to the Carters. But before I could stop her, she continued.“They took Mr Eli to the police,” she said, lowering her voice as if the walls had ears. “He’s being held as a suspect in your husband’s death.”The words hit me like a punch to t