You may kiss the bride

NICO’s POV

With eyes wide with realization, the auctioneer declares, "Sold!" in a voice that trembles a little. “To the Mafia King, Nico Demonio!”

My piercing blue eyes are fixed on Carissa Ferraro, the younger sister of my ex-best friend. I realize I just won the bid and I feel triumphant.

In that skimpy dress that accentuates her lovely curves, she looks stunning.

Her creamy thighs and shapely legs are calling on me to widen them apart and do unimaginable things. I can't help but be amazed at how she's grown into such a beautiful woman.

From her flawless green eyes, I can tell she is frightened, and strands of her silky, black hair cling to the gleam of perspiration on her forehead.

My focus shifts to Carissa's father, Ricardo, the fucker who killed my parents. Although he is smiling, I can see that his jaw is tense and that his fingers are twitching uneasily by his side.

He shouts, "Congratulations on winning my prize, Nico," with his oily hands extended.

I resist putting my hands around his throat. "You better take your damn hand backward before I fucking cut it off." I say firmly, and he instantly pulls his hand back, his foolish smile disappearing.

I make an orderly gesture to my men. "Remove the ropes and put her in my cuffs."

With his eyes shining with greed, Ricardo accepts the briefcase full of cash from my right-hand guy, Luca. "Off you go, Carissa," he grumbles, "make yourself useful."

With all of my strength, I want to rip the bastard to pieces as I scowl at him. However, I am aware that now is not the moment.

Instead, I whisper, "Come, Cara Mia," to Carissa. "It's time to go."

She is quickly freed from the ropes by my men, who then replace them with steel handcuffs. Her body writhes and twists as she tries to fight, but they soon overwhelm her.

She hisses, her eyes burning with rage, "Let me go!" "You have no right to do this!"

Unfazed by her anger, I just raise an eyebrow.

"But I do. You are now my property."

I give my men a nod, and they briskly lead her to the waiting limousine. After securing her in the backseat, I slide in next to her, enjoying the way she shrinks away from me, her body tensed like an animal in fear.

Her full lips twist in distaste as the car starts. "Nico, why in the world did you buy me? What are you looking for from me?”

My name sounds so fucking lovely when she says it. Indifferently, I cross one leg over the other and lay back in my chair. "My darling Carissa, I have a straightforward request. I want you.”

She sighs, "I will never be yours! Even if you bought me, I will never give in to you. Do you get it?"

Ignoring her, I grab a stack of papers from my jacket pocket and shove them onto her lap. "This is a contract you ought to sign."

She looks incredulously at the documents. "What the hell are you talking about?"

I give her a stern look as I remove her handcuffs. "I have made the decision to marry you. Not in the conventional sense, though. On paper, you'll be my wife, but in practice, you'll be my pet.”

She looks at me as if I've grown fucking horns on my head and gasps in horror. "As your pet?"

"Yes." I answer gloomily. "You will be my little pet, available to me alone to do as I please."

She laughs. "You have to be kidding. Are you even able to hear yourself?”

With steel in my gaze, I carefully say, "I am many things, Carissa, but not a man who minces words."

Her eyes turn to the page, scanning the rules I’ve carefully crafted.

1. You will address me as 'Master Nico' at all times.

2. You will wear only what I choose for you to wear.

3. You will obey my every command without question.

4.Any disobedience would result in any punishment of my choice.

5. You are not permitted to touch any of my things or come to my bedroom without permission.

6. You will not engage in any romantic or sexual relationships with anyone other than myself.

7.You will not engage in any romantic or sexual relationships with anyone other than myself.

8. You will not attempt to escape or defy me in any way.

9. You will be expected to accompany me to all Mafia functions and events.

10.You will be responsible for keeping me satisfied in all ways.

11.You will sign this contract without hesitation or face the consequences.

The tone of her voice rises as she sputters, "This is... this is completely unacceptable! Even on paper, I won't marry you, and I won't be your pet either."

I hope she can see the warning in my eyes as my expression darkens. “Are you aware that you can't refuse me? You are not in a position to bargain. My demands have been made, and you will do as I say.”

She holds the pen in her hand and doesn't move. "You're crazy!"

"Carissa, sign the documents. Don't waste my time, or else you'll pay the price. You have a minute to make up your mind.”

I pay close attention as she reluctantly signs the documents, her hand trembling slightly.

"That's a good girl." I grab the signed papers. "Was that so hard?"

"I hate you," she spits at me like I fucking care.

I tsk, tightening my grip on the pen. "Now, now, Cara Mia. Is that any way to talk to your master?"

I can see her eyes shining with tears, but she blinks them away quickly, turning her gaze to the tinted window in silence.

I ignore her obvious distress, my focus solely on the contract now binding her to me.

I turn to her as the car approaches the courthouse, a menacing grin on my lips. "We're here,"

She gives me a perplexed expression. Her voice is faint and unsure as she asks, "Why are we at the courthouse, Nico?"

"Why, to get married, of course," I reply, already grabbing the door handle.

Her eyes widen in alarm, and she makes a feeble attempt to pull away. "Married? But I never agreed to that!"

I don't bother to respond, simply grabbing her by the arm and dragging her out of the car and into the courthouse. She tries to get free from my hold, but I'm too strong for her.

In a matter of minutes, we are standing in front of a judge, exchanging vows with our fingers intertwined.

Carissa’s death stare gives me the impression that she is ready to attack me any minute.

“You actually look sexy when you’re angry." I lean all the way in because she is way shorter than me, and I feel her body stiffen.

“You’re so lucky. I’m with no gun or knife right now; otherwise, you’d be long dead.”

I try to fight the amused smile that comes to my lips. “Hush now, my little pet.” I smooth a stray curl behind her ear. “You and I know you can’t fucking hurt a fly.”

I feel like the fucking newest president of Louisiana when the judge declares us husband and wife.

"Congratulations," the judge says, with a small smile. "You may now kiss the bride."

I turn to Carissa and put my hands to her face. She pulls back at my touch, her eyes pleading with me to spare her. But I have no intention of showing her any mercy.

Leaning in, I capture her lips in a bruising kiss, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She whimpers softly, but I don't let her go.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Demonio,” I say, my hands encircling her waist. "Welcome to your new life."