As the title implies, Hot sex in the early morning. Don't read if you can't handle it.Dominic’s pov: From the look in her eye, I could see she had no patience, so I decided to give her what she wanted. But not without having fun first. My hands found their way in between her thighs, and I could feel the drip between her thighs. I shot her a look, Surprised at how wet she was. And I had not started anything yet. Her face turned red with embarrassment, I smiled and maintained eye contact, I removed my hand and tasted her sweet sweet juice. I closed my eyes as the sensation hit me like a wave. It tasted better than my mom's cooking, so clean and fresh. When I looked at her, her cheeks were red. I still saw that hungry look in her eye, “You’re so wet” I said in a seductive voice. Ignoring her pleading eyes I kissed and nibbled her neck till it left a mark. I turned her to her stomach and zipped her dress down, and then I saw it, Urghhhh she was wearing a matching paint and bra in
Dominic’s pov:The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of Suzanne’s breathing beside me. The early morning light seeped through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the bed. She lay curled against me, her bare skin warm beneath the sheets, her hair spilling over the pillow like dark silk. For a moment, she looked completely at peace—untouched by the chaos that surrounded us.I should have found comfort in that. I should have held her closer, whispered words of reassurance, and let the night we shared settle the doubts pressing into my mind. But I couldn’t.Instead, I stared at the ceiling, my arm draped over her waist, tension winding tight in my chest.I trusted her—I wanted to trust her. But Tavon’s words, that damn post he made, had planted a seed of doubt that refused to wither.I have been here before.Linda’s face flashed in my mind, uninvited and unwelcome.I had trusted her once.Believed every lie she whispered, every apology she muttered, every tear she shed.
Dominic's pov:The morning felt colder than it should have, the weight of everything settling heavier on my chest as I slipped out of the bed, careful not to disturb Suzanne. Her breath was steady, and slow, a serene rhythm that felt out of place in the chaos of my mind. I paused for a moment, staring at her, her soft face glowing under the morning light. She looked so peaceful. Too peaceful. A part of me wanted to stay, to hold her, to believe in what we had—believe in her. But the gnawing feeling inside of me, the doubts about her loyalty, twisted like a knife in my gut.I had to know. And this was the only way.The decision had been made. There was no going back now.I grabbed my things, made sure I was as quiet as possible, and left the bedroom, closing the door softly behind me. The house felt too big today, like it was swallowing me whole. I made my way downstairs, moving through the quiet halls until I reached the front door. I didn’t look back.The cold air outside hit me
Suzanne’s pov:I felt like I was losing my mind.The moment I ended that call, something inside me shifted. A crack. A splinter in my trust, in my certainty, in everything I thought I knew.Tavon’s voice still rang in my ears, dripping with regret, with longing, with something almost… manipulative."There are things about Dominic that you don’t know."I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the bathroom counter as I tried to steady my breath.It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true.But the seed of doubt had already been planted, and no matter how hard I tried to push it away, it grew, twisting its roots around every unanswered question I had ever ignored.I stared at my reflection. My face looked the same, but I felt different.I tried to brush it off. Tried to tell myself that Tavon was just playing mind games, trying to get under my skin, to worm his way back into my thoughts. And yet…Dominic was secretive.That was something I had accepted long ago.But now, I couldn’t stop asking myself,
Tavon’s pov:Suzanne was predictable.It was one of the things that used to frustrate me, but now, it worked in my favor. She had a strong sense of loyalty, a soft spot for the people she loved. And if she thought someone she cared about was in trouble, she wouldn’t think twice before running to them.That was exactly what I was counting on.I leaned against my desk, phone in hand, scrolling through my contacts until I found the name I was looking for. A smirk tugged at my lips as I hit the dial.The call connected almost immediately.“You owe me for this,” the man on the other end muttered, his voice low and gruff.“I always pay my debts,” I replied smoothly. “Just make sure it’s convincing. She can’t suspect a thing.”“She’s smart.”“I’m smarter.”There was a pause before he sighed. “Fine. It’ll be done within the hour.”I hung up, rolling my shoulders as anticipation settled into my bones. Suzanne would take the bait. She wouldn’t be able to help herself.And when she did, I’d be
Suzanne’s pov:The moment I heard the car pull into the driveway, my heart raced in anticipation.I stood in the living room, wringing my fingers together, trying to put my thoughts in order.I needed to tell him everything. I needed to tell him about Tavon, about the things he said, about how I shut him down and warned him to stay away.But the second Dominic walked in, all my words disappeared.His eyes met mine, dark and searching, yet warm—so warm. He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.I took a deep breath, trying to find my voice. “Dominic, I—”But before I could say another word, he crossed the space between us in two powerful strides, cupped my face in his hands, and silenced me with a kiss.A deep, slow, breathtaking kiss.It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was steady. Certain.It was home.His lips moved against mine, melting away my worries, my tension, my need to explain.I sighed into him, gripping his shirt as he pulled me closer.Wh
Dominic’s pov:The warmth of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the room.I shifted slightly, feeling the comforting weight of Suzanne against me. It was unusual for me to still be in bed at this hour, but today… today, I had no desire to leave.I watched her as she slept, her long lashes fluttering slightly, lips parted in the soft rhythm of her breathing. Peaceful. Beautiful. Mine.Mine.The word settled in my chest, heavy and warm.For the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to truly bask in the feeling of having her beside me. No threats. No tests. No Tavon lurking in the shadows. Just her.A strand of hair had fallen across her cheek, and I reached out, gently tucking it behind her ear. She stirred, mumbling something incoherent before blinking her eyes open.For a second, she looked confused—probably because I was still in bed. Then, slowly, a sleepy, heart-melting smile spread across her lips.“You’re still here,”
Dominic’s pov:The night unfolded slowly, the kind of peace that settles deep into your bones.Suzanne and I were wrapped up in the soft warmth of each other's arms, her body pressed against mine in a way that felt completely natural—as we’d always belonged this way.The quiet of the room, the soft crackle of the fire, and the deep rhythm of her breathing were the only things that mattered.I kissed her forehead gently, still feeling the aftershocks of that moment, the weight of everything we’d shared today. There was something undeniable about the way Suzanne fit into my world like she was always meant to be here.I let my thumb trace small, slow circles against her back, enjoying the way her muscles relaxed under my touch. She shifted slightly, curling closer to me, and I could feel the soft flutter of her breath against my neck.“I can’t believe how perfect today was,” she murmured, her voice still heavy with the comfort of the day.I smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from
Suzanne’s pov:I was curled up in the armchair beside the balcony doors, one of Dominic’s throw blankets wrapped around my shoulders… The soft rumble of distant waves rolled through the partially opened doors, the morning sun casting faint golden streaks across the marble floors.I wasn’t reading. I wasn’t scrolling. I was just… sitting. Letting the quiet be enough.Everything about last night still lingered, his hands, his breath, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that made sense.After everything that had shattered between us, something felt stitched back together, like some part of me that had gone numb was warm again.Still fragile, still trembling at the edges, but healing.My fingers traced slow circles over the fabric on my lap.I hadn’t spoken to Dominic yet this morning.He’d gone to handle some business, or so he’d said when he left our bed at dawn.But he didn’t leave like a man escaping. He kissed my forehead, tucked the blanket around me, a
Tavon’s pov:The text had come at dawn. No name. Just a number I hadn't seen in months. But I knew that tone. Sharp. Calculated. Dangerous.“We both know how much your pride matters. But if you don’t pick up my call, I’ll send your precious videos to your mother first. Then your church group.”Fiona.I stared at the message for a full minute, my mind still foggy from the restless night before.The audacity. She really had the nerve to crawl back from whatever cave she’d vanished into, after ruining everything and leaving me like a fool.I let the phone ring twice when she finally called. Just to let her wait.Then I answered. “You got some balls, showing up now.”Her voice came in cool, unbothered. “You always did like my balls better than your own.”I chuckled bitterly. “Still a bitch, I see.”“And you’re still a fool. So nothing’s changed.” She didn’t laugh. “But let’s not waste time with banter. You know why I’m calling.”I slumped deeper into the leather seat of my rented apartme
Dominic’s pov:The morning light seeped through the curtains like a silent witness to the night before. Golden slivers danced across the sheets, casting faint shadows over the woman lying beside me.Suzanne.Her breathing was soft, steady—peaceful in a way I hadn’t seen in a long time. Her lashes fluttered slightly, lost in whatever world sleep had drawn her into.I sat up slowly, careful not to wake her. My hand braced against the mattress, muscles tensing as I watched her for a long moment. There was something sacred about this quiet. A rare pause in the chaos.But peace had never been mine to keep.I brushed a thumb across her cheek, lingering just long enough to memorize the softness there. And then I rose from the bed. The cold air met my skin like a jolt back to reality, to everything I’d tried to bury in the heat of last night.Tavon.That bastard’s voice still echoed in my head. “Let’s see how loyal he stays when he sees the real you…”I clenched my jaw, grabbing a clean s
Suzanne’s pov: His strong arms wrapped around my waist. His hot breath creased my face, giving me a hot sensation, my mouth flew open, and my eyes locked on his.An immense hunger for me lingered in his eyes. He craved me, and I craved him too.“You're so fragile, so sexy,” he planted a kiss on my cheek, then his eyes returned to my face, his hands squeezing my waist, moving down to my butt.Dominic’s pov:I was merely trying to control the urge to fuck her recklessly. She was wearing a white see-through polo-like shirt, which was very revealing.Her nipples stood firm, demarcating themselves from her round soft perky breasts.I moved my other hand up her back and pressed her against my shirtless chest. “Uh…” she moaned against me. Her chest heaved up and down.“I want to fuck you, pumpkin,” I rushed to her lips and began sucking on them. She parted her lips, letting me into her mouth.I held her head and deepened the kiss, while she muffled in my mouth, giving me the spark that I ne
Suzanne’s pov:The line went dead.My breath hitched, and for a moment, I couldn’t even bring myself to pull the phone away from my ear. It was like my skin had gone cold all at once. A slick, awful feeling began to crawl up my spine."Hope you got my pictures."I dropped the phone onto the blanket and stared at it like it had turned into something venomous.My hands shook as I picked it back up and went to my messages. One unread thread. No name. Just that same number.I tapped it open.My breath caught.No. No.I blinked—once, twice—as if somehow, the pictures would disappear if I didn’t look too hard. But they were still there. And they weren’t just pictures. They were me.Me—exposed. Vulnerable. Caught in moments I didn’t even remember someone capturing.My stomach turned violently.The angles… the lighting… He’d taken these without my knowledge. I remembered that room, that bed. My old apartment. I remembered trusting Tavon. I remembered falling asleep next to him.And now…N
Suzanne’s pov:I woke up with a gasp.My hand flew to my chest as I sat up, the echo of the fire still flickering behind my eyes.My heart was pounding, my skin clammy with sweat, and for a moment, I couldn’t tell if it had been real.The smoke. The white envelope. The choking fear of seeing something I couldn’t unsee.But then I looked around.The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn back just enough for the early morning light to trickle in.My water glass was exactly where I left it. No mysterious envelope. No smoke. Just silence. Just me.It was a dream. Just a dream.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, willing the shaking to stop.I had dreamt about Tavon before, but this time it was different, more vivid. More cruel. As if my subconscious was trying to warn me of something that hadn’t happened yet.A soft knock came at the door, followed by it creaking open slightly.“Mrs. Khan?” one of the nurses peeked in, holding a tray with fresh meds and a soft smile. “You’re awake
Dominic’s pov:The moment I saw his name on the screen, something in me shifted. The silence in the study shattered—not by sound, but by the weight of what I saw.Tavon.He had the audacity to call. Not a message. Not send some twisted little whisper. He called.I picked it up without hesitation, pressing the phone to my ear, but I didn’t speak. Let him talk first. Let him feel brave for a moment.His voice came through, coated in that smug, juvenile arrogance I’d come to associate with him.“Ah,” he drawled. “So you’re still picking up my calls. I thought the great Dominic Khan would’ve blocked me by now.”Still, I didn’t speak.He laughed, a short, grating sound. “Silent treatment? Cute. You know, I saw the photos. Her face looks paler these days. Fragile. She always did look better when she was with me.”My grip tightened around the phone. Not a word. Not yet.“But what’s really tragic,” he continued, “is that she lost your baby, didn’t she? That little heir you signed her up
Suzanne's pov:Recovery is quiet. Not peaceful, just quiet.There are no loud voices, no footsteps rushing down the halls.No beeping monitors or sterile hospital lights overhead. Just the sound of curtains swaying in the soft afternoon breeze, and the occasional murmur of Maria, the housekeeper, humming downstairs.Dominic had brought in a private doctor.I remember catching a glimpse of her that first morning, sharp brown eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses, her grey-streaked hair pulled into a neat bun.She was in her fifties at least, her presence calm but commanding, like she’d seen too much to be shaken by anything now.She moved with certainty, spoke with clarity, and treated me like a person, not a patient.She never hovered. Her nurses, clearly handpicked by her, were quiet, graceful, and never stayed longer than they needed to.They administered meds, checked my vitals, and then left. Always respectfully, always gently.It’s been four days now.Four days since I came home. Sinc
Dominic’s pov:The moment the doctor cleared Suzanne for a discharge, I made the call.Everything had to be perfect, not out of vanity, but necessity. She was too fragile, physically and emotionally. And I wasn’t going to let her waste away in a place that smelled like bleach and death.Called the best private doctor I knew—a discreet, competent woman with decades of experience in post-trauma recovery.I didn’t want Suzanne surrounded by nurses she didn’t know, by strangers who would pity her. She needed care, yes. But more than that, she needed peace.I supervised every detail. The doctor would stay on call for the next few weeks.Her medications. Her room. The lighting. The scent.I had them change the curtains twice until they looked soft enough not to feel like hospital whites.I cleared our shared room entirely out of the options. She wouldn’t go back there. Not yet. The guest room in the east wing had been converted into a private sanctuary. Quiet, warm, no reminders.She hadn’