Callum's POV “Cal, we’ve found her. She’s heading to Ponte di Adrano,” Zaleo informed, handing a helmet to me. “Father would teach her a hell of a lesson if he finds out what she’s done. Do you want him to know?" “To hell with him if he finds out. She’s mine to punish as I see fit." Ophelia would be doomed once I got my hands on her. How dare she run away from me tonight—again? On this important night, when I would be introducing her to the famiglia, she dared to run. If not for the tracker in her ring, I would have been screwed. I didn’t give a fuck about the shame this would bring me if the news of my wife running away right under my claws got out. I was angered by the thought of her getting hurt anyway. She didn’t know anywhere in Italy, and she had run like an idiot. Gale, that fucking bastard, had faced the wrath of my fist immediately after he spilled that shit out without shame. Anyone I catch helping her escape from me should kiss Earth goodbye tonight. I hate brea
Ophelia's PovWe were back at his family manor, and he made me wear my heels without uttering a word. He had been cold ever since the drive, even as he unlocked the chain he had used to tie my hands. However, he left it on one of my wrists, holding it firmly as he made me walk with him, like a slave to its master.“You will introduce yourself like a good girl, and we’ll start your punishment after that,” he added, not giving me a glance as we made our way back into the room. The guests had all left, and the maids were now cleaning up.We made our way to a large dining room, where a group of people sat having dinner. Familiar faces greeted me—his sister, his father (the one he’d pulled a gun on), and an older woman whose relation to him I couldn’t quite place.Heads turned to us as we took a seat at the far end of the table, directly facing his father. The older man gave me a cold look before shifting his gaze back to his son. “I thought you left without doing the rightful thing again,
For The Love Of Dark Romance╰(^3^)╯ᕙ( • ‿ • )ᕗ♪~(´ε` )OPHELIA LAURENT'S POV“I hate you and that's final.“ I began stepping backwards. I wanted nothing more than to get away from this beautiful monster, but things never works my way.I stumbled back into a tray of hot coffee which sat carelessly on his desk, and before the cup of coffee could leave a burn on my skin the monster had caught me by my wrist changing our position and letting the hot liquid fall on his legs instead.My eyes widened as he hovered over me pinning me to the wall, his gaze on me cold and angry but I still tried to play unconcerned and savage “Getting splashed by the coffee would have been better than standing close to yo….“ His hand gripped my throat tightly, and I gasped swallowing the rest of my words.“Let's see if you'd be able to talk with that mouth of yours when I go balls deep in you throat.“5 YEARS AGO.Tonight, I wouldn't hold back. I have been studying him for days since
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
OPHELIA'S POVLying in the box was a severed tongue and chunks of bloody meat, a paper slept on the cause of my stomach tightening.I couldn't help it; I threw up right on the vanity table, not even waiting to check what was written on the paper “Ophelia.“ I should have let the person at the doorstep who had called my name see what I saw, I should have reported it, but the silly me chose to cover it up, covering the box with my back.It was my step-sister Elise Laurent who had walked in, and I could see the look of shock on her face after she noticed the mess I had made on the table “Are you…” she trailed off and if I hadn't been in the situation I would have begun pondering on why she cared, she never loves me anyways, knowing she was about to ask if I was pregnant.I was scared, my hands trembling, and the care to be a bride was gone after what I had seen. 'Wait, should I still be standing here? shouldn't I check if everyone is all right?' “Is everyone alright?“ I asked Elise, waiti
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
OPHELIA'S POV My world shattered as the priest pronounced us as one, and from that moment, even though I knew every problem comes with a solution, I felt like I would never get out of this. Cheers from his men and the female ring bearer filled the air as he slammed his lips savagely against mine. His tongue tried prying my mouth open, but I didn’t let him, I wasn’t going to give in; I would make him regret this day, the day he married me. His hand cupped one of my mounds, catching me off guard as he squeezed me through my dress, and I gasped into his mouth. He slid his tongue into my mouth, tasting every corner, until I was drooling, until I felt I was dying with the breaths he was taking from me. When my body almost gave out and was on the verge of melting away like chocolates left in the sun, he finally pulled away, kissing the drool off my lips. “How I wish to take you now on this fucking altar.” He whispered against my swollen lips, sucking on my bottom lips, and pulled awa
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
Ophelia's PovWe were back at his family manor, and he made me wear my heels without uttering a word. He had been cold ever since the drive, even as he unlocked the chain he had used to tie my hands. However, he left it on one of my wrists, holding it firmly as he made me walk with him, like a slave to its master.“You will introduce yourself like a good girl, and we’ll start your punishment after that,” he added, not giving me a glance as we made our way back into the room. The guests had all left, and the maids were now cleaning up.We made our way to a large dining room, where a group of people sat having dinner. Familiar faces greeted me—his sister, his father (the one he’d pulled a gun on), and an older woman whose relation to him I couldn’t quite place.Heads turned to us as we took a seat at the far end of the table, directly facing his father. The older man gave me a cold look before shifting his gaze back to his son. “I thought you left without doing the rightful thing again,
Callum's POV “Cal, we’ve found her. She’s heading to Ponte di Adrano,” Zaleo informed, handing a helmet to me. “Father would teach her a hell of a lesson if he finds out what she’s done. Do you want him to know?" “To hell with him if he finds out. She’s mine to punish as I see fit." Ophelia would be doomed once I got my hands on her. How dare she run away from me tonight—again? On this important night, when I would be introducing her to the famiglia, she dared to run. If not for the tracker in her ring, I would have been screwed. I didn’t give a fuck about the shame this would bring me if the news of my wife running away right under my claws got out. I was angered by the thought of her getting hurt anyway. She didn’t know anywhere in Italy, and she had run like an idiot. Gale, that fucking bastard, had faced the wrath of my fist immediately after he spilled that shit out without shame. Anyone I catch helping her escape from me should kiss Earth goodbye tonight. I hate brea
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
“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
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.
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“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
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
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