*This chapter contains sexual content so if you’re underage or uncomfortable with sexual acts, this is your warning, the book is also rated mature and has a warning in the prologue*
500+ likes and 400+ comments for a new chapter!
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
❛ In the abyss of her gaze, I am lost, Her eyes, two jaded emeralds at any cost. A beauty so fierce, it cuts like a knife, Her green orbs, my treasure, my life’s vice. Within them, a universe to explore, Where I am powerless, forevermore. Her eyes, the source of my obsession’s bloom, Her eyes, my silent doom ❜
I leaned back, the leather creaking beneath my weight as I set my pen aside. I’d spent the last hour scribbling in my diary, the words a dark tapestry of obsession and desire.
The candle flickered on the nightstand, casting shadows across the room that danced on the bare skin of my wife lying on the bed. She slept soundly, her naked form sprawled across the opulent sheets like a Renaissance painting came to life. I couldn’t help but admire the soft curves that gently rose and fell with each breath she took.
The sight of her naked body laid out before me was like a feast for the eyes, a temptation that had my cock straining against my pants. The thought of taking her hard, using her to wake her from her peaceful slumber, was almost too much to resist. But I held back, my self-control as tight as the grip on my diary.
I carefully placed the diary into the cupboard, the act almost ceremonial, and pulled my shirt down to cover the tapestry of tattoos that adorned my torso. The early morning air was a cool caress against my skin as I made my way to the balcony, my bare feet silent on the marble floor.
The view that greeted me was one of pure dominance—my island fortress, surrounded by the vast, uncaring sea. It was a stark reminder of the empire I’d built from the rubble of those who’d dared to stand against me. I took a seat in the chair, its metal frame cold and unyielding, a reflection of my heart.
The cup of tea in my hand was a silent testament to the control I maintained, a stark contrast to the tumultuous thoughts raging within my head. As I brought the porcelain to my lips, the warm liquid soothed my throat, the taste of exotic spices dancing on my tongue. With the sunrise as my backdrop, I watched the world awaken, my thoughts a whirlwind of plans and ambitions that stretched far beyond the horizon.
The sound of movement from the bed snapped me out of my reverie, and I didn’t bother to turn around. The moan that followed was faint, a mere echo of the night’s exertions. Millie had fainted after hours of taking my cock, her body pushed to its limits. Now, she was up again and the need to claim her once more was strong.
My jaw tightened as I heard her footsteps approach, the soft pad of her bare feet against the cold marble floor. When she finally appeared before me, she was draped in a white silk sheet, her bruised and swollen body a silent plea for mercy. “When did you wake up?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes sleepy.
