Bound By Sins

OPHELIA LAURENT'S POVFive Years Later“Hey, you know you are not meant to be here right?“ I asked my soon to be husband Klaus, a beautiful smile on my lips as he walks into my smll house at the sea shore.“I've missed you a lot Ophelia.“ He caressed my cheek softly, just tomorrow he would be my husband. He would be the man I would learn to love, but my heart starts to hammer with that thought and my thoughts drifted back to him, that night I illegally divorced him.Those memories rushed back to my mind like it was just yesterday. He slept in a balaclava, his upper chest bare and I almost forgot my mission seeing how hot he looks. What was more shocking to me was that he had my face tattooed all over his body, the tattoo of a woman boobs on his Torso and I felt and assumed it was mine, it nipples had my piercing too.'How did he know about the piercing on my nipples?' that thought had pierced my damn soul and now I could feel my nipples harden through my clothes. The fucker had been w

CALLUM'S POVOnly if I change my fucked up mind would I not make her mine today. I had stalked her from the beginning of the night she left. Even when I had gone to Italy to stay with my father, I watched her through the screens. I know what she does daily, I know the fucking ingredients in the foods she eats, I know the color of her panties and the materials she had preferred, lacy pants that gripped her ass tightly.I am obsessed with Ophelia, and my obsession has started for a very long time. I had married her five years ago just to keep her so her father wouldn't sell her to port-bellied sugar daddies that would pay daily with every cum they dropped in his daughter's ass, just like he was doing to her sister Elise.I don't want mine to be touched by others, and I don't want to kill her father on the spot when he sells my girl to his clients. I was a psychopath as Ophelia had called me, I was battling with serious ASPD trying to curb my violent act that's why I had locked her in my

Shame ate me up and I intended to kneel him in the groin, but he was swift, catching me by the knees, bending his broad back which had the shape of the viper head on his neck and he left soft kisses on my kneecaps “If you want to hit me next time, tell me so I would let you, I am used to quick defense.”“I would love to slap you in the face for touching me.” He raised his head, his piercing gaze slashing through my soul, and I assumed I was becoming insane with the way those luscious eyes made me feel my core tingle.He took my wrist, and I struggled to fight his touch. “Slap me here instead, when it is bare to you only.” He made me slap his bulge, and I froze like a mannequin, to have touched something solid, yet I could feel its softness against his pants. “You feel that, baby? I want to get clenched, sucked, slapped, and make you watch it as it spring to life, baby.” His eyes bored into mine burning with a great ferocity of desires.I pushed myself away from his lap, moving back to