TWO: AN INNOCENT WIFE

LEO FERRARO

I watched as fear entered those clear blue eyes of hers. She had the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen, eyes that hid no emotion.

   I could see her fear, her painful shyness, and something else – her arousal.

  She stood ramrod straight, her eyes pinned on mine, as if she would die if she dared look at my lips. Knowing she did not posses the courage to do it on her own, I grabbed her roughly, pulling her against myself.

   “Do you want me to hand you over to my henchmen?”

    She shook her head, as tears once again filled those expressive eyed of hers.

   “Good. So do what you’re told, and quit the fucking tears, they are beginning to get on my nerves.”

   She swiped at her tears then, and then pressed her lips to mine. Her eyes were shut tight.

   Fuck.

   She did not know how to kiss – as in, she had no experience whatsoever kissing. What kind of girl was so fucking innocent she hadn’t even been kissed.

    “How old are you?” I commanded, making sure my voice stayed harsh.

   “Nineteen.” She murmured in a very tiny voice.

    “And in all your nineteen years, you’ve never been kissed, you kiss like a fucking virgin – oh wait, of course you are.”

   “I’m sorry,” she murmured quietly as fresh tears filled her eyes. She was still sitting on my lap, but she was so light, she could have weighed a feather. Her breasts were thrust hard against her almost transparent dress, and she seemed painfully aware of her state of undress.

   I lifted a hand to fondle one of them, and watched the shy embarrassment fill her eyes, and something else – pain. More tears filled her eyes as my hands caressed her, and yet, she arched into my touch.

    “Please – don’t.” Her voice was broken, the voice of someone who knew she had already been conquered, even before there was a battle.

   “Don’t what?” I prodded. “You can’t kiss properly, you cannot even look at me or say my name without blushing, so how the fuck are you going to make up for my money?”

   The truth is that the little change she owed me was nothing. I could decide to let her go, but I was Leo Ferraro. If people got wind that I could be merciful, they’d want a taste of my mercy, and I didn’t have the time, or the patience for that.

   “The thing is, My little mouse, your body, as attractive as it is, is not enough for me to forget my money over. I can fuck a thousand women at the same time when I want, I don’t need to pay half a million for it. You’re just not worth it.”

   I got to my feet, allowing her to crash to the ground. Putting on my coat, I got ready to leave for other business.

   “Are there any more people outside?” I asked Justin.

   “No boss. What should we do about the girl?”

   “Kill her.” I said simply.

    She was a real lovely little thing, and a part of me wanted badly to see the look in those expressive eyes of hers as I slammed into her, as I fucked that luscious body of hers in every way possible but, there was something so pathetic about breaking vulnerable things. I preferred destroying tougher people. I knew if I took her, I was going to break her. She was better off dead.

   “I’d do it!” She cried out desperately, as if she had only just realized that she was going to die.

   I ignored her and kept walking, but she screamed and threw herself in front of me, blocking my way.

   There was still fear in her eyes, but still, those eyes stared defiantly into mine. Her eyes wide, green. Her full dark curls were in disarray, framing her face in a wild halo. She looked like she had just been tumbled roughly in a big bed. I realized I wanted to have a tumbled in my bed.

   “You cannot kill me because of my father’s crimes. It is wrong!” She said in a shaky pathetic voice that only made me laugh. If the little mouse knew how much pain turned me on, she’d stay away from me, even if it meant death.

   I laughed softly to myself. I was pretty sure everything about the way I ran my business would be considered wrong according to her moral standards.

   “If you spare my life –” She drew in a breath. “Is it going to be painful?” She asked, as she swiped at the tears that filled her eyes again.

   I shook my head, and turned to leave, and then a thought struck me. One of the girls I had fucked in the past had given birth to a girl, DNA test said the child was mine, and I didn’t know what to do with the five month old child. It’s mother was already dead, killed by my henchmen when she had tried to poison me.

  I turned to face the half naked crying girl.

  “There’s actually a way you can repay me.” I said, watching hope enter her eyes. “You could sign a contract, binding yourself to me as my wife. You’d be my wife, but in paper only. In truth, you might be nothing but my child’s nanny and my sex toy. You’d not be allowed to touch another man – or even talk to any other man without my permission, but of course, I’d still keep my women.”

   She kept nodding, even before I finished talking.

   “Do you accept the contract?” I asked.

   She nodded vigorously, and then threw herself against me in gratitude.

  I had only a moment, before her soft body hit mine, her feminine curves melting against me. Fuck. She felt good. I had a feeling if I did not treat her roughly, she might get the false notion that I was a kind man. I was not. I was the most ruthless billionaire she would ever come across, in fact, killing her would have been merciful.

   I turned her head up to mine and let myself devour those innocent cherry-bud lips of her. My lips bruised her, and her whimper aroused me even more.

  My kiss was intentionally bruising, and when I pulled away and saw the fresh tears in her eyes, I felt a pang of satisfaction.

   I pushed her roughly away from me, relishing the fear and confusion that re-entered those large eyes of hers, then I waited silently as my legal team drafted a contract and handed it to her to sign.

   She signed the contract with shaky fingers, and then turned to face me, trying her best to be brave, but she only looked more pathetic.

   “I promise I’d be a good wife. I’d love you, and submit to you, and live you daughter like she was mine.”

   I laughed harshly at her naivety.

   “My dear little mouse. I don’t give a fuck about your love, it is wouldn’t increase my account. And as for your submission, of course, you’re going to have no choice but to submit to my decisions, that’s if you don’t want to get crushed – but then you’d probably still get crushed anyway.

   You should have just let Justin kill you. Trust me, being married to me is much worse. In this contract marriage, there would be no love. I would never love you, in fact, I am going to break you, and then make you hate yourself.

  Before I’m done with you, you’d be a broken she’ll of a whore, and then you’d be too useless to me, I’d discard you, leave you at the mercy of my henchmen to do with as they please.”

  She stood there, crying pathetically.

  “Okay then,” I smiled cruelly. “Get over here little wife.”