The clock struck midnight, its chiming a solemn whisper against the stillness of the night. Cathleen's eyelids fluttered open in the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the gauzy curtains. Xavier's rhythmic breathing was the gentle counterpoint to the stillness—an anchor in the great sea of stillness.She watched him. The rise and fall of his chest were steady and calm. Sleep had softened his features and peeled away the layers of frost that had enveloped Xavier Knight during the day. In his rest, he was a boy once more, untouched by the harsh demands of the world and untainted by the cutthroat nature of his reality. The kind of boy who'd trade anything for the simple pleasures of the candy shop.Cathleen's heart swelled, a feeling similar to that of warmth and belonging wrapped around her. Here, with the sleeping man beside her, she could almost forget the biting edge of his waking hours—the relentless drive that left him cold, the ruthless streak that kept him dominant.But
The first light of dawn had barely kissed the horizon before Xavier's consciousness began to claw itself back from sleeping. His eyelids were heavy as he watched the steady rise and fall of Cathleen's chest. Her breathing was deep and steady in the stillness of the morning. With a calculated reluctance, as if he were shedding the weight of his own thoughts, Xavier let go of the bed sheet and swung his legs out onto the fluffy rug.The kitchen was silent, an empty stage waiting for the daily performance to begin. With a practiced movement, he reached for an apron, the fabric feeling rough against his hands—hands that were more used to closing deals than holding culinary tools. Yet here he was, on the verge of navigating the unknown territory of Cathleen's taste buds.Xavier stopped, the silence of the room pushing in around him. He wasn't sure what it was that Cathleen liked. But he did know what kind of woman she was—strong, unyielding, and precise. In much the same way as she was, th
Water droplets cascaded down Xavier's chiseled frame as he stepped out of the steam-filled shower. His hand reached for the absent comfort of a towel, only to grasp at the void. The stark realization dawned on him: the towels lay in a heap in the laundry room, all bearing stains and wrinkles from their use the night before. "Fuck," he spat out, his voice a low growl reverberating against the cool tile.He paused, the stillness of the room prickling his skin. 'Argh, Cathleen is still sleeping, after all.' Xavier's thoughts cut through the silence like a knife. He was accustomed to control, to having everything in its place—his firm under the management of his nephew, his public image shrouded in secrecy. But this, this was an oversight, a ripple in his otherwise placid existence.With a dismissive shrug that shed water from his body, he stepped with purpose out of the bathroom. The air outside was cooler, carrying the lingering scent of jasmine from Cathleen's perfume. It was then that
Xavier stepped out of the walk-in closet. Every inch of him looked as if he had been carved out of marble by the hands of ancient craftsmen. His presence was commanding, drawing the very air of the room to him as if he were the rightful owner of it. Cathleen's sharp and discerning gaze remained fixed on him. She could not look away. She took in the tailored lines of his suit that hugged his broad shoulders and the way his dark hair framed a face that could launch a thousand ships or ruin as many lives."Enjoying the view?" Xavier's voice cut through the silence, a smirk on the corner of his lips.Cathleen's heart raced. But her face remained impassive, her lawyer's mask firmly in place. "It's hard not to," she admitted, her tone of voice laced with a challenge.When she had agreed to marry Xavier, it had been Finn's face she had imagined at the altar. A bait and switch of hearts. But Finn's betrayal of Avery—a wound that still festered—had changed the game. Marrying Xavier was her che
As Xavier looked at the sticky proof of his cum his breath caught, giving him a brief moment of weakness. With a resigned exhale, he slid a cloth across the mess in a way that seemed mechanical. There was no tenderness in the act before it. As he walked back to where he was bathing Cathleen, the silence in their shared bathroom was thick with unspoken words. Her presence was a silent challenge to his detached existence."Time to dress up, cat," he said, his voice flat, as if he were dictating a schedule to an indifferent boardroom rather than addressing his wife.The bathroom tiles were cold and impersonal under Xavier's bare feet as he gathered a towel, its plushness a mockery of comfort in the sterile space. He approached Cathleen with the calculated steps of a man who had mastered control, though the world often mistook it for indifference. She was bound—not by love or desire, but by the cruel twist of fate that left her wheelchair-confined. He scooped her up effortlessly, his arms
Xavier prowled to where Cathleen sat, his shadow merging with the bright afternoon light that spilled through the window. He was stillness incarnate, a sculpture of ice and disdain. A shiver danced down her spine as she sensed him beside her, yet she did not turn to acknowledge his presence. The silence stretched between them, broken only by the sound of his voice, as cold and edged as the winter air outside."One thing about you, Cat," he began, the words slicing through the tension, "is that you are always ready for a fight."The muscles in Cathleen's jaw clenched a testament to her control. She faced forward, eyes fixed on the scene beyond the glass—a world moving while she was bound to stillness."Today, I am not here to fight you," Xavier continued, his tone carrying a sharp note of sarcasm that belied his claim of peace.Cathleen's grip tightened on the armrests of her wheelchair, her knuckles whitening. She hated that he saw her at a disadvantage, but she wouldn't give him the
Their shared bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, filtering through the half-closed curtains. He sat across from Cathleen. Every crease in his brow was marked by the years he'd spent avoiding the spotlight that now seemed to scrutinize his family unforgivingly.Silence hung heavy, charged with the unspoken, before Xavier walked to the leather seat chair, settled next to the window, and sat. He leaned back in his chair, the leather groaning under the shift of his weight. "What did your family say when you caught your sister and your fiance?" His voice was low as if he were afraid to stir the air too much around her fragile frame.She braced herself against the edge of the wheelchair, fingers white-knuckled, gripping onto the last shreds of composure. "That, since Finn had slept with Avery, I should let him go," she said, her voice a razor's edge, cutting through the stillness. Her eyes mirrored a storm cloud ready to burst, yet not a single tear fell. "Not tha
The chill in the room seemed to seep into Cathleen's bones, yet her skin flared where Xavier's hands lay beneath hers. The accidental touch sparked a current that neither of them could ignore, an electrifying silence stretching out as their eyes locked. She was a fortress of composure; even sitting in her wheelchair, she towered over him with her will.Cathleen's voice cut through the tension, precise and clear. "I'll take your offer."Xavier held her gaze, his own eyes like shards of ice, searching for cracks in her armor. But Cathleen was unbreakable, her resolve etched onto her face, not a flicker of doubt shadowing her determined expression."Alright," he began, a slow drawl that carried the weight of command, "and Cat, I am your husband. Even if we hate each other, I'd prefer you call me first when you need help or are in some sort of trouble other than my dad, as that makes me look like a husband by name."His words were a cold blade pressed against the thin veneer of their rela
Xavier strode through the door, the weight of the day sloughing off his shoulders at the sight ahead. Cathleen stood at the stove, her movements fluid, and practiced, with little Bella snug against her back in a carrier, her chubby cheeks squished against her mother's spine. He couldn't help but smile."Hey, my girls," he murmured, bending to press a kiss first on Cathleen's temple, then on Bella's forehead, inhaling the homely scent of cooking and baby shampoo. He watched them for a moment longer before turning away, the warmth of their closeness giving way to the chill of the sitting room."I know you don't want to hear this," he called over his shoulder, the words carrying an edge as they cut through the domestic scene, "but your father has been discharged from the hospital."Cathleen's stirring stilled, her body tensing up. She exhaled, a weary sound that seemed to carry all the weight of her dread. "I can't lose him," she whispered more to herself than to Xavier."Old man's tough
Xavier’s heart was pounding, and his footsteps thundered as he descended the stairs. The scene before him was a twisted tableau: Avery’s arm was outstretched, her gun aimed directly at Cathleen, his wife, but Cathleen stood firm, unflinching, like stone."Aaa, right on time, babe," Avery cooed, her gaze sickly sweet upon Xavier. "I wanted you to watch when I shot her; she is the wall blocking our love from blooming.""Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his hands lifting in a gesture of surrender. "Avery, you must have forgotten; I am Cathleen's husband, not yours." His voice was ice, calmness belying the chaos."Always playing saint, aren't we?" Avery's scorn sliced through the air. "It has always been simple. Live your life to the fullest, but stay away from what's mine. Was that too much to ask Cathleen?"Her laughter was manic, echoing off the walls.Xavier's eyes flicked to Cathleen, searching for fear, for surrender. There was none. She was a fortress, her expression unreadable
Chaos erupted. Amidst the somber atmosphere of the funeral, a sudden shriek shattered the silence as William's lifeless body collapsed onto the ground. His blood stained the grass, mingling with the soil near Dora's freshly filled grave. "Oh, my God!" The cry echoed through the cemetery."She shot her own father!" Accusations flew as mourners scattered like leaves in a gale.Avery stood there, her face contorted with rage; her gun was still pointed at Cathleen. William took a shot for Cathleen because he couldn’t let her die; she was the only good one in the family. William’s body is now a barrier to Avery's twisted desires. People swarmed between them, their panic a living wall blocking Avery's line of fire."Move!" Avery's scream lashed out, raw and violent. But the crowd surged, oblivious to her fury. She spat venom at Cathleen, her voice a snarl. "You fucking bitch, I will make sure I finish what I started, and I will never stop until Xavier is mine!"Cathleen refused to let the c
A chill wind swept over the cemetery, rustling the solemn rows of tombstones. Cathleen's heels crunched on the gravel, her black dress clinging to her like a second skin. Xavier's arm was a vice around their daughter Bella, his jaw set and eyes dark as the sky above. Murmurs rippled through the crowd as they advanced, a wave of turned heads marking their path."Look at that," someone hissed from the sea of black attire."Did she really have to come?""Shh...it's starting."They settled near the front, close enough for William to feel their presence. His eyes met Cathleen's, an unspoken storm in the glance they shared. Cathleen lowered her gaze, a silent nod to the man who'd never let her fall. Avery, standing rigid by the casket, simmered with an anger so potent it could curdle blood."You shouldn't be here," she spat under her breath, words meant for snakes's ears only.Cathleen ignored her, the air too thick with grief and old grudges. She straightened, shoulders back, defiance etch
Xavier's arms, sinewy and sure, cradled Cathleen's limp form as he lifted her from the cold, unforgiving floor of the dungeon. The dim light cast shadows over her face, the afterglow of their session still etched on her features. He navigated the hallway with a predator's grace, each step deliberate, carrying his wife to the sanctuary of their bedroom and throwing the walk-in closet.He laid her down on the bed, silk sheets enveloping her like a lover's embrace. Xavier’s eyes lingered on Cathleen, tracing the curve of her cheek, the swell of her chest rising and falling in slumber. She was a vision—a tempestuous beauty drained by their shared intensity.The need for taking a shower before he sleeps pulled him away, and he slipped out of his clothes, leaving them in a heap. The shower beckoned, a hiss of steam and spray echoing off the marble. Water cascaded over him, a baptism washing away the remnants of their dark play.Surrounded by a thick cloud of steam, the sound of his phone pi
Cathleen's tongue moved with skilled precision, tracing the throbbing vein beneath his tight skin. Every time she sucked on it, he let out a deep guttural groan, his hips a machine of raw, carnal rhythm. he was using her as an instrument to fulfill his primal needs. She was merely an object to him, a tool for his darkest cravings, and yet she gloried in it."Fuck," he gasped, his voice a low animal growl. His body tensed, every muscle coiled tight, ready to unleash the storm brewing deep within his loins. Her mouth—so damn perfect—was both his heaven and hell. He hovered, teetering on the brink of oblivion, debating whether to cum on her face or her throat.Swallow it, he decided.He drove into her, relentless, his grip on her hair unyielding. Small thrusts turned her throat into his personal sanctum, his temple of release. And then the curse of his climax broke free—a whisper against the roar of his pleasure. Hot jets filled her, branding her insides, and though she gagged, she took
Cathleen's gaze lingered on the floor, her posture a silent testament to submission. The air crackled with tension, thick with the scent of longing and power. Xavier towered over her, his presence an oppressive force that kept her tethered to the spot."You're going to let me fuck your mouth," he commanded, voice like gravel. His eyes bored into her, capturing every flicker of emotion that danced across her features. Lust swirled there, betraying her inner turmoil. "And if you're lucky, I'll let you cum before I'm done with you for the night. But you've got to make it good for me if you want that to happen. Do you understand?"Her silence hung heavy between them until he prodded, "I asked you a question."She nodded, her voice a whisper lost in the void. "I understand.""Good girl," Xavier praised, a crooked smile playing on his lips. He made a show of unbuckling his belt, the sound slicing through Cathleen's resolve. His cock sprang free, already half-hard—evidence of his own desire
Cathleen's jaw tightened, and she gritted her teeth as Xavier's fingers glided over her skin. She held herself back, resisting the urge to give in to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. He enjoyed the resistance she put up and the battle between them as she fought against him. But he knew it wouldn't last for long."Fuck," the word hissed out between her teeth—a half curse, half sigh—as he withdrew from her most sensitive spot, only to invade her with a sudden thrust. His fingers curled inside her, an unspoken invitation to succumb. Cathleen’s body betrayed her with a shudder, slick warmth coating his probing digits."Mmm, it feels like you want my dick in you right now, Cat." Xavier's voice dripped with taunting arrogance. "Do you want me to fuck you? Bend you over?"Silence hung, broken only by her stifled whimper. Her silence was submission enough for now.As he observed her, Xavier couldn't help but notice the quickening rise and fall of her chest, a clear sign of her arousal de
"Come here," Xavier commanded, the authority in his voice as palpable as the tension crackling between them. Cathleen’s glare could have cut glass, but she stepped forward anyway, her heels clicking sharply against the cold floor. Towering over her, he reveled in the height difference, utilizing it to impose and dominate. His hand reached out, fingers grazing her jaw, demanding her gaze."Look at me." The words were a velvet growl.Reluctantly, her eyes met his, defiance sparking within their depths. Even scowling, she exuded a beauty that was raw and real, stirring something predatory within him. Swiftly, he fastened the collar around her neck, meticulously adjusting it until it lay just so. The ring dangled, a silent testament to who commanded this game."Perfect," he murmured, stepping back to admire her. His eyes traced her form, approving yet unsatisfied. He held up a finger, a silent command punctuated by a menacing grin. "Wait one second. Don't move.""Is that an order, sir?" H