CHAPTER THREE

BLADE 

3.

Pain. 

It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night. 

Then I felt a strange sensation down there. I sat up immediately just to see Lorenzo playing with my private part again. He was on his knees. My legs were spread apart. He slipped in his index finger and kept thrusting in. I gasped and gathered all the strength in me and I pushed him away. 

I haven't even recovered from the vigorous fucking he did. Who knows if I would be able to walk again. "What are you doing?" I asked, frowning at him. I shut my thighs together.

"You don't get to ask me a question. Don't question me. I own you and can do whatever I want to do with you." He said and pulled my legs and spread it apart. 

"No, You don't own me. Stop." I cried out, as he pushed his huge size into me. I don't even understand how I was able to take him. I threw my head back and gasped. 

He thrusts in deeper and deeper. This husband of mine would ruin my pussy. 

"Stop...Lorenzo...ugh..." I found it so hard to form a proper sentence. He kept drilling and banging me. 

"I told you this pussy is mine. Mine to fuck and mine to do anything to." He grunted still pounding into me.

I screamed out. "Even if you scream out your lungs, no one will hear you. No one." He said and leaned into me. He forced his tongue into mine and made me kiss him. He kissed me roughly and bit the crook of my neck leaving hickeys. I pray it doesn't get deep. 

*So fucking tight" He said and threw his head back. I found myself moaning along with him. 

"Fuck." I cursed. 

"You are mine. Do you agree?" He said and spanked my bouncing boobs. His eyes lingered around it. He squeezed the right one harshly. I winced in pain. "No." I replied.

Then he thrust in deeper and deeper. It hurts a lot. "You are mine." He said.

"Yes, yes... I ... uh... agree." 

"Good." 

After what looks like an hour, he pulled out of me and smeared his orgasm all over my thighs. He kissed my pussy before he walked away. I inhaled and exhale. My breathing wasn't stable. I gripped the bedspread for support and tried to sit up again. I made my way to the edge of the bed and tried to stand on my feet but I ended up falling back to the bed. I tried again and again and it was successful. 

I took a step forward and damn, the pain between my legs was terrible. I found it so hard to take the second step. Then the bathroom door burst opened. He walked in with water dripping from his hair down to his abs. A towel was wrapped around his waist. I stared up at his muscular chest. 

I cleared my throat so I would stop staring. We might end up on the bed again. "Stop staring at me like that or I might fuck your brains out next." He scowled at me and I looked away. I ignored the pains between my legs and proceeded to the bathroom. 

I shut the door behind me to avoid him walking on me. He might have his way with me here in the bathroom again. I was not ready for that. I might pass out. I grabbed the second toothbrush and made use of it.

Turning on the shower, I stood underneath and washed myself. I took a soft sponge and did the necessary scrubbing. I washed myself and stared at my swollen eyes in the mirror. I washed my hair and after a few minutes, I was done. 

I took the pink towel and wrapped it around me. Going to the closet, I searched around for a decent clothes. I ignored his presence. He was still inside the room smoking his cigarettes. I coughed out. The smoke was making me uncomfortable. I looked over quickly then my eyes caught a glimpse of a short, tiny strap, red body con gown. I grabbed it and made my way to the bathroom but then he grabbed my hand. 

"Where do you think you are going?" He asked, shooting me a death glare. 

If glares could kill, I would have been dead by now. I cleared my throat. 

"Uhm...I...I want to change in there." I said my eyes was filled with tears. I thought he was going to sleep with me again.

"Why the fuck are you hiding your assets from me? They are mine. I own everything on your body." 

I nodded and he smirked. Is he crazy? I thought he said he doesn't love me. He pulled me closer to his body. He puffed his cigarette out he forced my mouth opened and he blew it into my mouth. His hand around my waist. I coughed out. It irritated me. "Don't cough." He demanded. 

"It's cho..choking me." I complained. His facial expression changed immediately and he pushed me away. "Are you complaining?" He said and moved closer to me and gripped my cheek tightly. Tears filled my eyes again. 

This wasn't the marriage I wished for. I wished for a peaceful marriage. "Answer me. Use your words, pretty girl. Use your fucking words." He said and I nodded. "No, no...I am not...I am not complaining." I answered and he released me and I fell on the floor. I held my towel tightly. I imagined his blue eyes piercing through my skin. 

"Get dressed and get down for breakfast." He said and walked out of the room. Tears flowed out. I blamed myself for marrying him. I shouldn't have married him. I shouldn't have. I thought he loved me. 

I stood on my feet and put on my underwears. I slipped into the body con gown which barely reached my knees. It stopped at my mid thighs. I picked up my comb and did Justice to my brown curly hair. I tied it up. I slipped into my flat shoes. I stared at myself at the mirror. I look horrible with my puffy eyes from crying. The fact that Lorenzo was the cause of it makes the matter worst. 

I pulled out the drawer and brought out my makeup kit. I opened it and brought out a moisturizer and used it. I rubbed the mascara and applied a little purple lip stick and applied a lip gloss to make it look shinier. 

**

Pulling the hem of my gown to my thighs, I walked down the stairs . I was scared as fuck. I don't know my way around here. Then a maid passed by. 

"hum...hey." I said.

"Ma'am, good morning. I am Christabel. Always at your service. What do you need?" She rushed words.

"Morning. Could you show me the dinning room please?" I asked. 

"Yes...ma'am. This way." She showed me the way. I thanked her and walked to the directon. .I knocked on the door before twisting the knob of the door. 

It opened and I sighed in relief. They were all at the table munching on their food. They all raised their head when I closed the door. I stood and looked at their faces before I headed to the table. Normally, the husband would pull out the chair for his wife but Lorenzo was the opposite. 

Pulling out a chair for myself, I sat on it and greeted Fabio. A small candle was at the middle of the table. I made eye contact with Viola and I was about to say something when she gestured with her palm. 

"Save your greetings for your mother in hell." Viola blurted. "Isn't she six feet under?" Gia asked in a mocking tone. 

At the mention of my mother, the erection of the hair on my body took place immediately. My stomach churned with anger. I blinked my lashes, holding the threatening tears that was about to fall. No matter what, the tears won't fall. I don't just understand why Gia hates me so much. I arrived just yesterday and I was already facing all of these. 

"Mom." I called. 

"I am not your mother. Your mother is in hell. Who even allowed you to marry my son. You whore. You are nothing but a slut. You lured him into marrying you." Viola said. 

"This is getting too much, Mama." Marcello said. He is Lorenzo's youngest brother. 

"Shut up, Marcello. She isn't wanted here." Gianna said.

"She is right. Who wants a bitch in here?" Mateo chirped in. Mateo is Lorenzo's immediate brother. I brought my left hand and gripped my gown tightly. 

No. No. No. I won't allow this tears to fall. I shut my eyes. Lorenzo kept eating. He didn't say a word. He didn't even defend me. He sat as if nothing was happening. I shifted my gaze to Fabio. He ate slowly. If no one will defend me then I will defend myself. 

I will defend myself. 

"You sl..." Gia was about to talk but Fabio's action interrupted her. He hit his palm on the table and everyone flinched except me. 

"Why don't you save the next word for yourself Gianna. That word describes you perfectly. We are eating for immortal sake. Everyone should shut up." Fabio ordered and everyone became silent. 

But someone was fuming with anger. Viola. 

"Fabio." Viola called. "She is not even a part of our family. She came from the slums." 

"But she is our son's wife. That means she is a part of us too." Fabio defended.

"She is not. I never approved of it. I want someone better for our son. Not this wench!" she yelled, glaring at me. 

The tears I have finally been holding finally dropped. If I had known they don't want me, I would never have given this marriage a try. I would have just shut it out. I wiped the tears away. 

I clenched the fork I was holding in anger. Only if Lorenzo would defend me like his father. 

"Yes Papa, Mama is right. She doesn't belong here. She doesn't. She shouldn't be part of the Montelfacos. She is just like a dog wandering about where she is not wanted." Gianna added.

I regret ever coming to eat with them. I should know my place. I should know where I belong. 

Dropping the fork, I pushed the chair back and stood on my feet. "Thank you for the breakfast." I muttered and was about to walk away when Fabio stopped me. 

"You are eating with us. Sit." He said.

"No Papa, she can't eat with us." Gianna disagreed. 

"Anymore word from you Gia, You will smell my wrath." Fabio warned.

I was about to walk away when Fabio stopped me again. 

"Since you married my son, Lorenzo. You are a Montelfaco. So sit your ass down and eat your breakfast." Fabio ordered. 

"No sir..." I was about to protest when Marcella cut me off. 

"He said you should sit. He doesn't like repeating the same words. He is giving you the chance to sit and eat with us. Do it without saying no." Marcella said and resumed eating. 

Marcella is Marcello's twin sister. They are the last born of the family. I nodded and walked back and sit. 

Suddenly, Gia dropped her spoon and stood on her feet. 

"Then I won't eat here. I'd rather eat in my room than to sit with her. I have lost my appetite.' Gianna said and walked to the door.

"Get back here you.." Fabio started coughing. He gripped his chest and winced in pain. 

"Gi...Gianna.." Fabio struggled to talk. I took a glass of water and rushed to him but Lorenzo pushed it away making the glass smashed on the floor. I was just trying to help him. 

"Get away from my father." Lorenzo said and pushed me to the floor. A piece of the glass pierced through my skin. I screamed hard. No one paid attention to me. All of the attention was diverted on Fabio. 

"He is spilling blood." Marcella yelled. 

I widened my eyes in shock. I tried getting up and I did. I moved over to them trying to help him but Viola shoved me away. 

"It was all your fault" She pointed a finger at me.

What? How was it my fault?