Dominic’s pov:The silence between us had become unbearable, thick with tension neither of us wanted to break.Suzanne had been distant, colder than she had ever been. I had to do something. Anything.That’s why I was taking her away…I found her in the sitting room, absently flipping through a magazine she wasn’t actually reading.She looked up when I entered, her expression blank, as if she had already decided she wouldn’t care about whatever I was about to say.“We’re leaving tomorrow,” I announced, getting straight to the point.She raised an eyebrow. “Leaving?”“Yes. You and I. A vacation.”She scoffed, tossing the magazine onto the table. “You think a vacation is going to fix everything?”“I think we need time away from all this,” I countered. “Somewhere private. Just us.”She let out a humourless laugh, standing up. “Where?”“A private island.”She stared at me for a long moment, her arms crossed. “And you decided this without asking me?”“I wasn’t going to give you the chance
Dominic’s pov:A stewardess greeted us with a warm smile, but Suzanne barely acknowledged her before sinking into a seat by the window.I took the seat opposite her, stretching out, watching her. She was angry. No, beyond angry, this was a quiet storm brewing beneath the surface. I needed to fix this. But how do you fix something when the other person won’t even tell you what’s broken?The jet took off, the soft vibrations running through the cabin. I poured myself a drink, letting the amber liquid swirl in the glass.“You’re really not going to talk to me?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.Suzanne’s fingers tightened around the armrest, her lips pressing into a thin line. Still, she said nothing.I sighed, setting my glass down. “Suzanne, we can’t keep doing this.”She turned her head slightly, just enough for me to see the flicker of something in her eyes, hurt, confusion, anger, but she looked away just as quickly.“Tell me what you want,” I pressed. “You want answers? You w
Suzanne’s pov:Paris at night was like a dream. A dangerous, beautiful dream I wasn’t sure I wanted to wake up from.After dinner, Dominic led me through more winding streets, past street performers, artists, and charming little shops.The cool night air carried the scent of fresh bread and coffee, mingling with the distant hum of music. It was enchanting and intoxicating, and against my better judgment, I let myself enjoy it.We stopped at a riverside bookstall, where I ran my fingers over the spines of old French novels, their pages yellowed with time. Dominic picked one up, flipping through it before handing it to me.“You read French?” he asked, his tone teasing.“A little,” I admitted, taking the book from him. “I studied it in college, but I’m rusty.”“Then you’ll have to practice.”Before I could protest, he bought the book and placed it in my hands. I sighed, shaking my head at him, but I couldn’t fight the warmth spreading through me.Next, we found ourselves at a small carou
Suzanne’s pov:As we taxied to a stop, a convoy of sleek black SUVs lined the runway, their polished exteriors gleaming under the golden hues of the setting sun.The moment the cabin door opened, warm, salty air rushed in, carrying the unmistakable scent of the ocean.It wrapped around me like a whisper of things to come, undeniably beautiful. Dominic unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to me with that same unreadable expression. “Ready?”I wasn’t sure what I was ready for, but I nodded anyway. Because whether I liked it or not, I was already on this journey with him.As we descended the stairs, my heels clicked softly against the steps, but my mind was louder than ever.My heart pounded in sync with the rhythmic crash of the waves in the distance.The convoy of SUVs stood waiting, doors already open, as if every step of this journey had been perfectly choreographed.A man in a crisp black suit gave a slight nod to Dominic before gesturing for us to enter the vehicle.Dominic barely ac
Suzanne’s pov:The villa was unlike anything I had ever seen. It wasn’t just luxurious, it was intimate. A place designed for escape, not just opulence.Soft golden lights illuminated the grand space, highlighting the breathtaking architecture of smooth white walls, vaulted ceilings, and floor-to-ceiling windows that opened up to an endless view of the ocean.The sound of the waves was a steady, rhythmic whisper, making it all feel like some kind of enchanted dream.A staff member guided me to my suite, her polite smile barely concealing how well-trained she was to remain professional in a place like this. As she opened the doors, my breath caught in my throat.It was magnificent.The room was massive, yet it felt warm. A large four-poster bed with sheer white drapes stood in the centre, positioned so that the first thing I would see in the morning was the ocean.Soft ambient lighting bathed everything in a golden glow. A private balcony stretched out beyond the glass doors, the salty
Dominic's pov:“Ouu” she moaned. I paused for a second to observe her, she was losing patience and wanted my dick deep inside her.I grinned as she cried, “Dom please go faster… I… n…need you in me or I’ll go insane”. I bent her down and put my dick in her pussy. It was so wet and my dick slipped in sweetly. As I hit her deep inside, her moans became louder.“Ouu… Oh… Dom…” my left hand nibbled on her right nipples and I put my other hand on her throat, licking her neck from behind. I didn't even know this girl I was fucking, but I was going to make sure she could not walk well on her way out.She squirmed and longed for me, I knew I ignited a spark by licking her, it always made them tingle and gave me pleasure.“Say my name baby,” I whispered in her ear, creasing my demonic breath on her, making her squirm. “Dom…” My pace increased as I moved back and forth pounding her deep inside and making her ass sound like sounds of slap. Then I finally came.Leaving her body to fall on the
Suzanne's pov:I woke up that morning, exhausted from yesterday's work but fully determined to do better today.My eyes darted across the room and it looked different. I didn't see Tavons belongings, but he had slept next to me last night, even if I didn't let him touch me. That scumbag!!! Only lord knew where his dick had been.I stood up and checked the wardrobe but his clothes were absent. Then it dawned on me that he had finally abandoned us. I and Kai were now all that we had.My heart broke into countless pieces, but then my phone dinged and I picked it up. I saw pictures of Tavon and another woman. Her face was unrevealing but her physique looked so hot.The caption said: “Tavon and his newfound love”I didn't want to but my fingers mistakenly swiped up and I saw another one.“Tavon and his new love on a holiday” then a video of Tavon saying she gave him everything he needed to be a man.My heart broke more and more as I read this. The room suddenly became so lonely and too sm
Suzanne's pov:“We will be going out tonight so that you both can get acquainted,” she added.“Who… am I marrying? I mean, I don't even know him.” I exclaimed, a little nervous as my breath shivered alongside my body.“Suzanne, this is not about you, this is about Kai,” she said, holding my cheeks with both of her hands. “We are making this sacrifice for the only family you have left, do not think about yourself for one second, we must do everything needed to secure this contract marriage.”Then I pulled backwards. “Wait, is it a contract marriage?” I asked, quickly digesting what Stella just told me. “Yes it is, you are to bear him an heir.” my lips twitched, what a messed up man, so all he wants is an heir.“You are to be a stay-at-home wife for the time being of producing his child and after you deliver, the child will be taken away from you while the divorce will be processed.” Stella added, looking me straight in the eye like, ‘There's no going back.’I knew there was none, I ha
Suzanne’s pov:The villa was unlike anything I had ever seen. It wasn’t just luxurious, it was intimate. A place designed for escape, not just opulence.Soft golden lights illuminated the grand space, highlighting the breathtaking architecture of smooth white walls, vaulted ceilings, and floor-to-ceiling windows that opened up to an endless view of the ocean.The sound of the waves was a steady, rhythmic whisper, making it all feel like some kind of enchanted dream.A staff member guided me to my suite, her polite smile barely concealing how well-trained she was to remain professional in a place like this. As she opened the doors, my breath caught in my throat.It was magnificent.The room was massive, yet it felt warm. A large four-poster bed with sheer white drapes stood in the centre, positioned so that the first thing I would see in the morning was the ocean.Soft ambient lighting bathed everything in a golden glow. A private balcony stretched out beyond the glass doors, the salty
Suzanne’s pov:As we taxied to a stop, a convoy of sleek black SUVs lined the runway, their polished exteriors gleaming under the golden hues of the setting sun.The moment the cabin door opened, warm, salty air rushed in, carrying the unmistakable scent of the ocean.It wrapped around me like a whisper of things to come, undeniably beautiful. Dominic unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to me with that same unreadable expression. “Ready?”I wasn’t sure what I was ready for, but I nodded anyway. Because whether I liked it or not, I was already on this journey with him.As we descended the stairs, my heels clicked softly against the steps, but my mind was louder than ever.My heart pounded in sync with the rhythmic crash of the waves in the distance.The convoy of SUVs stood waiting, doors already open, as if every step of this journey had been perfectly choreographed.A man in a crisp black suit gave a slight nod to Dominic before gesturing for us to enter the vehicle.Dominic barely ac
Suzanne’s pov:Paris at night was like a dream. A dangerous, beautiful dream I wasn’t sure I wanted to wake up from.After dinner, Dominic led me through more winding streets, past street performers, artists, and charming little shops.The cool night air carried the scent of fresh bread and coffee, mingling with the distant hum of music. It was enchanting and intoxicating, and against my better judgment, I let myself enjoy it.We stopped at a riverside bookstall, where I ran my fingers over the spines of old French novels, their pages yellowed with time. Dominic picked one up, flipping through it before handing it to me.“You read French?” he asked, his tone teasing.“A little,” I admitted, taking the book from him. “I studied it in college, but I’m rusty.”“Then you’ll have to practice.”Before I could protest, he bought the book and placed it in my hands. I sighed, shaking my head at him, but I couldn’t fight the warmth spreading through me.Next, we found ourselves at a small carou
Dominic’s pov:A stewardess greeted us with a warm smile, but Suzanne barely acknowledged her before sinking into a seat by the window.I took the seat opposite her, stretching out, watching her. She was angry. No, beyond angry, this was a quiet storm brewing beneath the surface. I needed to fix this. But how do you fix something when the other person won’t even tell you what’s broken?The jet took off, the soft vibrations running through the cabin. I poured myself a drink, letting the amber liquid swirl in the glass.“You’re really not going to talk to me?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.Suzanne’s fingers tightened around the armrest, her lips pressing into a thin line. Still, she said nothing.I sighed, setting my glass down. “Suzanne, we can’t keep doing this.”She turned her head slightly, just enough for me to see the flicker of something in her eyes, hurt, confusion, anger, but she looked away just as quickly.“Tell me what you want,” I pressed. “You want answers? You w
Dominic’s pov:The silence between us had become unbearable, thick with tension neither of us wanted to break.Suzanne had been distant, colder than she had ever been. I had to do something. Anything.That’s why I was taking her away…I found her in the sitting room, absently flipping through a magazine she wasn’t actually reading.She looked up when I entered, her expression blank, as if she had already decided she wouldn’t care about whatever I was about to say.“We’re leaving tomorrow,” I announced, getting straight to the point.She raised an eyebrow. “Leaving?”“Yes. You and I. A vacation.”She scoffed, tossing the magazine onto the table. “You think a vacation is going to fix everything?”“I think we need time away from all this,” I countered. “Somewhere private. Just us.”She let out a humourless laugh, standing up. “Where?”“A private island.”She stared at me for a long moment, her arms crossed. “And you decided this without asking me?”“I wasn’t going to give you the chance
Suzanne’s pov:The air in the house felt heavier than usual, thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions.Ever since Fiona’s name flashed on Dominic’s phone screen, the walls of our home had begun to feel like a cage.I needed to get out.The silence between Dominic and me had become unbearable. The more I tried to make sense of things, the more my mind spiralled into chaos.I refused to sit around waiting for an explanation that might never come. I needed air, space, and someone who wasn’t Dominic to talk to.I grabbed my coat and sent a quick message to Stella, asking if she was free. Her response was instant.“Meet me at our usual spot.”I exhaled in relief. At least one thing in my life still felt stable.As I stepped out onto the street, the chill of the evening air bit at my skin.I pulled my coat tighter around me, trying to shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in my stomach. Something felt... off.It started as a prickling at the back of my neck, an awareness I cou
Suzanne’s pov:I sat in the living room, my mind spiralling, my heart pounding erratically against my ribs. The weight of Dominic’s words pressed down on me like a stone, suffocating and unbearable.“I can’t give you details.”The words kept playing over and over in my mind, slicing through the fragile trust I had begun to rebuild with him.He didn’t even try to ease my fears, didn’t try to assure me that it was nothing. He just left me with those five damning words. No explanation, no comfort. Nothing.I had spent the last hour pacing the room, clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to convince myself that I was overreacting.That there was some logical reason why Fiona, the woman who had shattered my life, was calling my husband.But no matter how much I tried to rationalize it, my gut twisted with unease.I ran a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling beneath my skin. Why was he being so secretive? Why was he refusing to let me in? After everything we had been through, aft
Suzanne’s pov:When he finally plunged his hard cock into my wet vagina, my clitoris arched, they craved filling and he was doing just that.He began slowly, teasing me, while still sucking on my hard tits, I felt helpless yet my body wanted this. “Dominic… oh Dom…”Although my eyes were closed. But when I opened them slightly, gasping for air as his cock hit my cunt, I caught a glimpse of him. His forehead pulled together, his mouth open as well.He was in the same world as me. “Argh” I screamed when he took his cock out of me. “What are you doing?” my brows furrowed.Then he picked me up from the bed and turned me around. My ass facing him. “Straighten your hands forward.” I obeyed.He plunged his cock into me once more, but this time harder. His hands wrapped around my waist. Pulling me, pushing me, as the rhythm of our bodies aligned.He wasted no time in increasing the pace. “Oo…” I moaned and pulled the sheets as my eyes popped, my mouth open.Back and forth, he increased his sp
Dominic’s pov:The dining room was quiet except for the occasional clink of silverware against the delicate plates. I stared at the plate in front of me, my appetite conflicted with the weight of my emotions. Suzanne had cooked for me.I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Normally I would have ordered her not to enter the kitchen. She sat across from me, serving Kaii small spoonfuls of mashed potatoes while stealing glances in my direction. I didn’t look at her, but I felt it—the nervous anticipation in her body language, the way she pressed her lips together every time I lifted my fork but didn’t take a bite.Finally, I cut a piece of the steak, speared it, and brought it to my mouth. The moment the flavour hit my tongue, I froze.It was incredible.Rich, perfectly seasoned, cooked just the way I liked it. I had eaten meals prepared by the best chefs in the world, but this… this was different. It was warm, comforting, and oddly personal. Before I knew it, my plate was empty, and