Ophelia's POV I smiled seductively at Gale, my legs crossed on the couch, dressed in a blue gown that stopped at my feet. I didn’t mind if I looked silly. After Gale showed me around and told me which rooms I shouldn't walk into—without giving me a reason why—I asked, “Will he cut my head off?” Gale said nothing, just giving me a smile. “Or will he cut yours?” “I would be in trouble for any of your mistakes, Mrs. Bellucci.” “Uh, that last name… can you tell me a little about it? It’s the popular crime family, right?” I asked, and he hesitated. “That should be Cal's—” “I feel more comfortable around you than that asswipe.” I bit my lower lip, trying to mimic those seductresses, but he seemed unfazed, like a living rock. “I would have to report to Cal if you continue this, Mrs. Bellucci.” “Stop addressing me with that motherfucking name I know nothing about,” I hissed. “Tell me about the Belluccis,” I demanded, my voice authoritative, hoping he’d heed. “Cal will tell y
I watched as Callum placed his leg on the armrest, and I craved to see the expression on his face. I hoped for an ounce of pity-at least or worse I imagined a cold face or a deadly grin, like the villain in a movie. "Mi dispiace, capo, ci dispiace. (Sorry, boss, we are sorry.)" I couldn’t hear exactly what they said, but I took it as pleading words from the bloody men.“Okay,” Callum said, stepping back from the men. For a moment, I thought he had forgiven them—it felt like comic relief—until a gunshot rang out in the room. I couldn’t stop the scream that escaped my throat.The world seemed to stop around me. My eyes widened as gazes from Callum and the other men turned towards the door. “Oh my God,” I whispered, my breath shaky. I thought Callum's gaze connected with mine through the slight opening.I saw Callum begin walking towards the door, and I wanted to run, but my legs were shaking. I needed a push to move, but I couldn’t. Instead, I slid down to the floor, my mouth tremblin
Callum's POV“I want to touch you now. I want to see you bare and squirming. I want your head all fuzzy while my head is between your thick thighs, lapping up your love juice.”As I lay on her, my hand went to her robe belt, unfastening it. My knuckles grazed her soft skin every now and then, driving me nuts. I have missed my little doll so fucking much. Days without her have been torture. I’ve vowed to take things slow and not go further than pleasuring her without my dick in it until she learns to accept me until she wants my kids. “Let me worship you tonight, my queen.” I whispered dryly like a man about to die of thirst.I am learning to soften for her. Her seeing what she saw tonight wasn’t my fault. I hate how frightened she was, how she stared at me like I was a monster and I wanted to kill Gale for letting her out of the room. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t care. But with her, it brought back memories of high school, of when she left me to my father’s wrath.I could f
Ophelia's Pov“Eyes on me, Ophelia. Watch me as I claim you, mark you, or else you will be punished.”I had no idea what was happening to me. It was like I was being manipulated, my senses barely with me, and my body left with a mind of its own.Where was my dignity? Letting this beast touch me felt so good to think about that now, and now I was beyond redemption, letting him do his thing. I couldn't stifle a moan anymore; I let them fall shamelessly from my lips as he sucked on my belly button. His hand held my hips down as I tried to keep my eyes on his, not wanting him to stop what he was doing.I tried to clamp my thighs together, but he slapped them open again, even wider than before, as his lips traveled down. He stopped when he got to my opening. He released his hold on my wrist, his eyes still fixed on mine, and I gasped when his finger caressed my pussy lips, spreading me softly and rubbing against my clit. The pleasure was overwhelming, urging me to close my eyes.“Don't you
Ophelia's PovI woke up to find the spot beside me cold. He had left, and my robe was back on my body. A knock at the door made me sit up straight.“Come in.”It was a soft knock, like Diana’s, and just as I thought, she walked in with a tray containing a cup in her hand.“Good morning, signora.” With a smile on her face, she placed the tray on the bed next to me.“Morning, Diana.” A warm smile played on my lips.“Cal asked me to give you this soothing tea before he left.” A blush stained her cheeks, and I shook my head at the way she thought. How much more of a love-sick woman she must have been as a young adult, imagining that Callum and I were in a romantic relationship.I downed the hot tea in one gulp, not caring how it burned down my throat. Burn away my shame too.“Ah.” I noticed Diana’s widened eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you it was hot.”“It’s fine. I saw the misty steam.”Another presence entered the room. I looked toward the door to find Gale, who gave me a short bow.“
Ophelia's Pov"You shouldn't be talking to strangers." Callum bit down on my ear and licked the spot, and I did well to fight back a moan. "He said he was your cousin.""Cousin or not, I could chop his head off if he had tried something more." His finger strode down my curve as he sniffed down my neck, his hot breath raising goosebumps on my skin."He is your family." I almost wished to be swallowed by the ground with the way my voice came out, like that of a mouse. Yes, a mouse, that fits the scene here in the hand of a wild cat."You are the only family." His hand curled back to my waist again, pulling me firmly to him. "Stop this shit now, Callum; people are here." His scent, mixed with whiskey, was filling my head with fog."Should I send them out? Before that—telling them how bad I crave to see you bare, how I crave to fuck you in spirit and soul? Father wouldn't mind; he wants grandchildren anyway."I was going crazy, feeling dirty in a gathering with this psycho not leaving me.
“I still love him," trying to play the unharmed bitch, even if what she said later turns out to be the truth. I don't even want to be here in the first place and it felt right with her calling me a black sheep earlier.“You don't even know him, or are you after his wealth?” I frowned at her question, discreetly balling my fist not enjoying the way Jealousy, spite, and hate oozed from her. “Do you know what they call him? A secret calling; the front wheel of the Belluci Famiglia, the trigger to the famiglia, and he can't stay with someone this weak. If you don't end up going, Father would still chase you out.”“Talking about wealth, trying to call me a golddigger when I don't even give an 'F' about who he is," I had forgotten this was meant to be an act, my anger talking through me. “You can fuck with him for all the care in the world. I would be out of his life tonight."I saw the astonishment in her gaze until she put on that mocking smile again. “Poor thing, you don't have to be mad
Author's POV"Is everything fine, Mrs. Ophelia?" Gale called from outside the restroom door when he heard a sudden sound. "Mrs. Ophelia," he called again, but got no response, and he suspected something was off. "Mrs. Ophelia," he repeated, knocking on the door again but still getting no reply. "I’ll come in if you don’t answer."He waited a few seconds before slamming his large body into the door twice, forcing it open.“Cazzo,” he cursed, raking his fingers through his hair before running out of the restroom immediately.He dialed Callum on his phone but got no response. Running toward the large room where the party was still in full swing, Gale couldn’t believe she had used the window to escape. He knew he was doomed—and deserved it. If he went after her alone without informing Callum, it would only make things worse.“I need to see Cal,” he muttered, heading to the large doors where two other guards of the famiglia stood, armed to the teeth.“They’re busy,” one of them said.“It’s
Ophelia's POVThat was enough shit for the week. Today, I would behave like nothing had happened yesterday—like I hadn’t just learned that Klaus was a dickhead and Father was the biggest asshole in the universe, and Callum had been the high school friend I had once cherished but now close to what could be the start of a nightmare. Oh, the fact that Callum's father was a bigger asshole than my father wanting a rough life for his son. "Get those shit off your mind if you want to have a peaceful day, Ophelia." After I soaked in the bathtub, feeling a lot better, I moved to grab my towel. Through the glass walls, I saw Callum staring at me from where he sat on the bed, giving me a playful, smug smile. I rolled my eyes at him, pulling my towel tightly around my body.“I know you’ve seen me bare before, but I still hate it when you stare without my permission," I said as I walked out of the bathroom.“You’ve never permitted me before. Days ago, I had you on our bed in Sicily without permis
Ophelia's Pov “Fuck me for not killing you that day.” My eyes began blurring slowly, the feeling of nausea hitting me greatly. Father deserved more, but I just couldn't stand the sight, and I blacked out.---I yawned lazily, my eyes fluttering open to find myself in a dimly lit room, and I happened to realize where I was immediately after studying the room. Even in my dreams, I had known this place as the room I had stayed in five years ago. The room had been no different from the time I left—the walls were still creamy white with frames of feminine art designing one part of the walls.My body swayed lightly as I tried balancing myself on the floor, which was made of polished dark wood reflecting the light from the chandelier above.“Hey," Gale's voice greeted my ear as he came to assist me immediately. “Are you feeling all right now?" he asked, and I nodded slightly, even when I was barely close to ‘feeling alright.’“I just need a shower."“Uhh, there are no helps around, and Cal
Ophelia's POV Maybe the anger in me had burned away my nervousness. “Stay here, I will go in alone,” I said to Callum, who paused walking, leaned against the door, and dipped his hand into his pocket. His eyes were locked on me as I watched him light his cigar, giving me a nod before I left. I walked into the place I had known as home, which just wasn’t—if what Esther had said was the truth. If that was the truth, Father was nothing but a beast, and I grew scared of what he could do to Max. “You want to pull out? He told me what you did last night. If you try that shit again, Elise, I won’t hold back. I would strangle you to death.” Just as I walked into the living room, a scene greeted me. Elise was on the floor, bruises donning her face and lips, her dress in tatters, barely covering her body, as Father stood beside her with his fists clenched tight. “Father,” I said, looking away from Elise, who had turned to me with trembling lips and tears in her eyes. Her state made my hea
Ophelia's POVGale and Callum's brother had gone with the other car, and we were now in a Bugatti sports car with Callum driving at a maddening speed, not caring if he got stopped by a road policeman. An earpod was in his ear as he chanted something in Italian I couldn't understand. From the start of the drive, his brow had been furrowed, not speaking to me and not even telling me where we were going. Maybe a hotel to lodge at, or his home—where he had kept me locked in five years ago. Or probably, he was trying to give me the reasons he had killed my fiancé, and his father, mother, and brother.Finally, the car screeched to a halt after entering into a large estate. Callum came down after he had said a couple more Italian words, pulling the earpods off immediately.“Come with me.”I took his hand after he had helped me out of the car, and he guided me down into the extravagant manor which stood before us.Women in maid attire gave short bows as we walked into the living room.“H-Hey,
Ophelia's POVI woke up groaning softly, feeling something cold pressed against my cheek. My eyes fluttered open to find a man dressed in black sitting on the bed close to me."Your cheek looks swollen. I loved everything we had last night, but I never expected you to go this crazy," Callum said, tipping my chin up slightly."Sit up."My throat felt like it had swollen from the inside, and I couldn’t understand why I had gone to such painful lengths last night just to prove a pointless point.Callum helped me sit up, bringing a cup close to my mouth while my eyes darted back and forth between him and the cup."It's a soothing tea, Lia…" His tone was cold, lacking any emotion, and you might mistake it for anger.I tried to take the cup from him, but his hand grew hard on my already aching cheek, forcing my mouth open as he made me drink the tea. I struggled to speak, the liquid staining my lips."You are crazy…" I spat."We'll be going to San Francisco today."I held back the curse wor
Callum's PovIf she wouldn’t do it, would I make her?“I think it’s time you give hubby a treat too. I can’t have you starving. Come feast on me, baby.” I freed her wrist, pulling her up by her neck so we were at eye level. Our noses touched, breath fanning hotly against each other. I wanted her to make a move herself, or else I was scared I might force her to eat. I needed to treat Ophelia differently from other girls I’ve fucked or wanted to fuck. I loved my sheets a little red and sticky with white fluid when I was fucking—not at all; they weren’t virgins.“You said I should feast on you too?" she asked her voice like butter to the ear. She took the bar of chocolate into her mouth, and the way she did it dragged a low groan from my throat.“Yes, you said you were hungry.” My hand left her neck, going into her hair and holding it up in a ponytail.Her fingers began tracing lines from my chest, pausing when they reached my torso. My stomach muscles tensed slightly at her feathery tou
Ophelia's Pov“Should I let it slide? Or do you want the best spanking of your life?”“No.”“Then I’ll just have dinner, then.” He left me sitting on the island, going to the freezer to get ice, a pouch of liquid milk, and a bar of chocolate. In the next minute, I was scooped into his arms, and I was surprisingly leaning into his warmth, my hand wrapping around his neck for support. A part of me ached and pulsed lightly, and I admitted it—I am crazy, I am a dumbass. I can't resist any intimate advances from him. Maybe after tonight, I would learn abstinence.He placed me on the bed after we got into the room, trapping my hands above my head, fastening his belt tightly around them. He placed the things he had taken from the kitchen on the nightstand. “The deal is to feast on each other. Ready or not, I am fucking going to eat you the way you deserve." I clamped my thighs together tightly at his words as I watched him begin unbuttoning his shirt. “I am hungry, and you are.”“I said I wa
Ophelia's Pov“How…To...No.” I trailed off, mumbling as I typed on Gale's laptop. It was going to be embarrassing if he found out what I had been using it for, but I would make sure to clear my search history when I was done.I sat on the large bed. “How do I make a man fall madly in love with me…” My fingers danced across the keyboard once more, and I clicked on the first website that popped up. It read: Make him feel like he is needed... Flatter him... Do little things that show you are in love with him... Love him for who he is and what he is.I can do this. Fuck, it's not a big deal. When he gets back covered in someone else's blood, I’ll call him hubby, take him to a basin, wipe him clean, peck his cheek slightly, and thank him for being the best husband. I bit my tongue before clearing all my search history.Gabriella had warned me before she left that he could easily detect lies without even being close — the definition of a human robot. Two weeks from now is his birthday. He d
Ophelia's Pov“Get the car!” Callum yelled at Gale, who stood at the exit of Leona's mansion, pulling me with him as we made our way out. Now both of us were mad. I wouldn’t hold back my anger, and he didn’t seem able to hold his either.He pushed me into the car immediately after he pulled the door open. “Make me find those photos you talked about, Ophelia.”“Else what, Callum Bellucci?” I said daringly into his face as he sat next to me in the car. “Lie that you didn’t fuck her, even if I don’t have the pictures.”“I had a lady jerk me off once, but I haven’t had a pussy since I made you mine. This dick is yours until you’re ready. I won’t stoop so low as to tongue-fuck anyone except you, Ophelia. Why don’t you get it?” His voice was low and husky, trying to curb his anger. I jerked away from him when he pulled me closer so I could look into his face.“I don’t give a damn who you go down with, but sending shit like that to me is what’s making me mad.”“If I go miles to prove to you