Ophelia's Pov "Don't make me have you beg." Beg for my death or plead with him to let me go. My hands trembled slightly as I tried to show defiance, letting him see through my actions that I would take any death he chose to give. I had already pleaded with him to make my death less torturous, but he had warned he would make it even more agonizing if I dared to struggle. I imagined chains and whips slicing through my skin before he slid his knife into my neck, as he had done to the driver, or used the gun like he had on Klaus. All my life, I had wished for a slow death—growing old, with grandkids surrounding me, smiling as I gave them a fulfilled, weak smile before finding my way to heaven or hell. The gown slid down my body, and I kicked it off my leg, standing in front of him in just my bra and panties. Not like he hadn’t feasted his eyes on me before. So why did I feel uncomfortable now? Why the urge to cover myself under his scorching gaze? His eyes traveled down to my lo
Ophelia's PovHe pinched me through the fabric, and my legs trembled. His thumb moved back and forth, faster and faster, and the first desperate moan escaped my treacherous lips. I felt I was going to cum—that feeling of rising and then falling had my shameful head rolling, my legs unstable, and if not for the ropes holding me up, I swear I was going to fall. "Ahh," his finger rubbed faster, and I was getting there. "Yes..." Just before I could feel that taste of heaven, he fucking pulled away. I hissed in pure frustration, my legs in the stilettos trembling slightly, like if I don't find that relief, I would crumble real soon. “Cal," “That should be a safe word, but I won't be stopping now; it's way too early, baby." I wasn't asking you to stop, dumbass; fuck, I want you to continue. I said shamelessly in my head, like my memories about him earlier were gone. I felt the leather pants with their straps crisscrossing my thighs getting pulled down my legs. Air kissed my now bare low
Ophelia's PovJust like he had promised last night before bringing me back home, he let me out, but I now had two new faces who introduced themselves as my guards.I felt messed up not having that cold Gale here. Had Callum hurt him or killed him, even after promising he wouldn’t if I behaved last night?I worried as our car stopped in front of a mansion Callum had chosen for me to visit. The exterior of this place didn’t have the dark vibes of Callum's family mansion. The scent of fresh flowers warmed my insides, and a gentle breeze softly pushed my hair to the side.“Oh my, Ophelia, right?" A blonde woman ran out of the large entrance of this beautiful building, her steps fast as she pulled me into a warm hug like we’d known each other before.She had a lovely, almost baby-like scent. Her long blonde hair carried a strong aroma of vanilla.“Hi," I greeted with a smile, not wanting to be rude as she pulled away from me.“Hey, damn, you are just as Callum described. I’m sorry, I’m bei
Callum's Pov Just like I had imagined I would one day, I came back home to find my precious wife on the couch. I knew Ophelia would never wait for me, but I liked to imagine it that way. Her hand danced softly, and I wanted to know what had her so concentrated, oblivious to the fact that someone had walked in. Fuck, my little doll was knitting, her hair falling beautifully across her face. She craned her neck slightly, likely from holding it too long in one position, and I wanted to run my hand across it to ease the pain she might be feeling. She yawned softly, and I watched her rise slowly from the couch. Making my steps as light as possible, I reached her and curled my hand around her tiny waist. My little doll nearly jumped out of her skin. I pushed the hair covering her neck to the side, pressing a gentle kiss there, just like I’d seen her type of man do to his woman earlier tonight—before I killed him and broke Cupid’s bow too. The man I killed tonight was one of my f
Ophelia's POV "Fuck it all, I can't be that man, baby," he said against my lips, his breath fanning my jaw slightly. That feeling of longing ran down my spine. Maybe if he hadn’t made the first move by connecting our lips... fuck, I would’ve done it without shame. I hated how he made me feel this way, but damn, I loved how he held me gently earlier and captured my lips in his. Trying to be better for me. I tried to lie to myself, but what if it was true? Leona's words came rushing back, but I wouldn’t believe it. Nor would I deprive myself of this pleasure. I was getting too selfish for my good, and I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. He slammed his lips against mine, this time fast and wild, savage like he always did, and I melted. He washed my senses clean. Soon, my hands were on his chest, a light gasp tearing from my lips. Get a grip!!! I couldn’t hold back. I kissed him back with the same fervor, our tongues locked in a savage and heated battle. His hand moved down
MorningI yawned awake to find Diana standing in front of me with a smile on her face.“Good morning, Signora. You look incredibly stunning this morning,” she praised, and I almost laughed at her words, knowing full well my hair probably resembled a bird's nest.“I made you fette biscottate . Cal specifically chose this,” she added, and I froze at the mention of that name. My thoughts immediately darted to what had happened last night.“Good morning, Signora Ophelia.”I almost jumped at the voice coming from the doorway. Turning my eyes to the door, a smile stretched across my lips when I saw Gale standing there.“Jesus, you burly fool.”I don’t know what came over me; I leaped off the bed and into his arms. For the first time, he chuckled as he set me down.I bit my tongue as I stared at the large bruise on his left eye. “God, he did you so bad.”He smiled. “I’m just glad you’re fine, Signora. Please, don’t try that again.”“People don’t plead with such a cold face,” I said, crossing
Ophelia's POV“Patrick told me they were going to be back last night,” Leona said, pouting, as she leaned on the kitchen island, patting Tatiana lightly while I helped make tomato sauce.“Okay.” Oh, I wanted to say Good for Callum, that stupid, motherfucking cheat. I had warned myself last night that I wasn't supposed to care. This is not me, behaving this way. I was glad I wasn’t sulking because I felt pained; I felt stupid, used, and angry that he had even let her take his phone in the first place and had allowed her to take pictures and sent to me. Did he think I had grown so close to him that I would get jealous?“You won’t tell me what happened last night?” Leona asked for the umpteenth time.“Nothing, I just felt lonely.” I held the knife I was using to slice the onions tightly, chopping fast, imagining how much I’d love to run it into Callum’s neck over and over again like this.Leona mixed the flour while I made the dough. After Tatiana’s nanny had come to take her, a masculin
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
Callum's Pov“I don't know what happened….we went down to the basement just for cleaning an—” Leona trembled. The way she talked slowly, not getting to the point, irritated the shit out of me. I had asked my men to try tracking Ophelia, but she didn't wear the fucking ring.“Get straight to the fucking point. The last time I checked this place, I never saw a damn door leading outside." I was seething with rage. I was on the verge of insanity, my temper slowly sipping out of control….. I felt an unholy crave of blood if I didn't see Ophelia in the next hour. I promised to make this city red. I doubted she escaped. Fuck, she wouldn't do that. The cameras were checked to see any traces of her escaping, but nothing came in. It was cleared. That fucking incompetent asshole I had asked to watch her was playing with a kid, and now my fucking wife was missing. I had been keeping Gale for too long. Now I would do the unthinkable if I couldn't find my wife. He was down in the dungeon in father'
Ophelia's Pov“I would be going to Leona's today." Callum's hand curled around my waist, the scent of cedarwood wafting through him. Being the good wife, I had somewhat enjoyed styling his hair; he looked more pretty and manly with hair nearly brushed to the back.He caressed my cheek lightly and I felt heat rising to where he had touched. He was suddenly leaning in close, catching my bottom lips in his, and I froze, knowing we were doing this in front of Gale and Diana. He pulled away. “Before you leave to Leona's, I will be having my personal doctor come check on you.” He squinted his eyes. “You just look different this morning in a sick way.”The frown I tried faking for him kissing me in front of his employees was long gone. “What?!” I looked like the normal me when I glanced in the mirror this morning. I stared back at Diana, giving her a questioning look, and she stiffened, giving a sheepish smile before nodding.“I'll see you later.” A peck came to my earlobe, his scent envelop
Callum's PovI made my way into a place Father normally called the Bellucci's Den. The old crazy man needs a warning to stay away from my wife. My business stays my business, not his. He could ask me to get my hands into his shit, but he should stop meddling in my family business just like he has been doing to my step-siblings.“She said she is not getting married to him. I am married, I married a daughter of a man who is now your ally. I have made you gain more power, so leave Gabriella the hell alone.” I walked in to find Gab and Tazio in front of my father's desk. Two of Father's enforcers and two of his soldiers were waiting for an order from him.Even without being here earlier, I knew what might have transpired. Father had been wanting Gabriella to get married to a son from the De'Luca family, but Tazio never wanted it, wanting to protect Gab with all his power. She was the only sibling in his eyes and something precious he would never let harm come to.Gabriella was fuming. Fat
Ophelia's Pov"She is the kind of woman Callum would like if he gives her a chance.” “I am sure they have known each other before I came into his life. She should have used the tons of chances I have given before I came into his life… She is not as smart as you had just pronounced her to be.” His thin lips twitched to a half-smile before he took the glass in anger, slamming it into the wall. “The walls are too beautiful not to be stained,” he said, looking back at me, and I knew he was not sane. Psycho behavior was never a medical thing to take care of; it was a generational curse, not a trait, and poor Callum was unlucky to have gotten cursed with this. “I would give you whatever you want if you leave.” Another bargain.“Callum could give more to the woman he dotes on…”“You are playing a dangerous game, Ophelia.”“It feels like you are underestimating me, Mr. Bellucci…”“It’s just a light warning; I would take other measures if Callum continues to get affected.” He got up. “Accept
Ophelia's Pov“Someone is here for you….” I heard Diana's whispers close to me as my eyes fluttered open, my hand spreading wide across the bed with a lazy yawn escaping my lips… running my hand through the space next to me and I was shocked to find it cold. “Did he leave again?” I asked Diana, coming to sit carefully on the bed, his wound can't heal that fast overnight.“Yes, he left very early in the morning, and someone is here to see you.” She repeated again.“Who? Gabriella? Leona?” Callum's sister or Leona should be the only ones who would come look for me here in Sicily. I got out of bed and moved to the washroom, waiting for Diana's answer. My hair looked way better than normal as I stared into the mirror. I think I am beginning to sleep in my best lady-like way.“The boss's father.” I froze keeping my toothbrush in my mouth, as I heard her answer. Goosebumps covered my skin, and I ran out of the washroom again. “Wh… why is he here?” I found myself half yelling.“I do not kno
Ophelia's POVCallum had given me permission for a tour with Diana instead, and Gale didn't follow us this time. But I sensed a car tailing us. I called Diana's attention to it, and she said it was the boss's men.I felt all choked again. He still doesn't trust me after fucking me. What an asshole. I am even doing more than my job. His sister had dropped a lot of envelopes for me in Diana’s hand, which only contained money of different currencies.We stopped at stores to get foodstuffs, and shopping felt fun.When I got back home, I felt really tired, joining Diana in the kitchen still. “You know I have been the only one eating my meals ever since you left. It was no fun at all hehe," she chuckled lightly and continued stirring what was in the pot.I smiled. “We need to be fast. The boss would be back in a jiffy.” she added.We waited until the food got cold, and the boss didn't show up yet. “I would wait. I can microwave the food again for him when he's ready,” I said so Diana could
Ophelia's PovI never heard what Callum spoke 'til I fell asleep in the plane because his words are all Italian.I woke up to find the blue sky above me and to the light wind scattering my hair across my face. I was snuggled so deep in Callum's arms as he walked us up to one of his many cars. “We are in Sicily, right?"“Yes, we are back to our kingdom,” he said playfully but with no hint of joke in his eyes as he sat me in the car and made to drive instead of Gale.'Home sweet home…' I tried to be sarcastic as always within but it brought a different emotion that scared me…like this was that was the fact.“Signora," Diana came to the doorway to welcome us, enveloping me in a warm hug… oh how I missed that word Signora. “You look way more dashing, I bet San Francisco is good. I can't wait to go there and maybe when I return to Italy I will fit for a model." Oh, I missed her wild accent too.Callum walked past us, his phone ringing again. What a busy person he is.I pulled my suitcase w
Ophelia's POVI stared down at the hair-filled arms grabbing my waist from behind."Callum." His name burst out of my lips in a light whisper."Little doll." His voice sounded raspy behind me, and I felt a kiss on my neck, tracing down to my shoulders. I wasn't dreaming."What are you doing here?" After he left like I was nothing, and now he is back to fuck his little doll?"Get out from my bed." I pushed away from him, coming to stand right at the edge of the bed, and it really was him.He looked more lean, his eyes hollow, eye bags underneath his eyes like he hadn't slept for ages. He looked beautifully terrible, but I wasn't going to feel any sort of pity."I need rest. I want you out so I can have a peaceful sleep." I tried not to sound annoyed or pissed, but I am. I was beginning to take things differently these days, and it's affecting my decisions so badly. I need a therapist to explain what I feel towards this man. The mere sight of him right now is making my heartbeat so fast
Ophelia's POVI had just jerked him off in public. I was beyond being crazy… and now we were heading to the car, with him not letting me complete the movie. He slammed the car door closed beside me. I thought we would be heading home immediately, but Callum was too horny to let that happen. As soon as he got into the car, he pulled me over his knees, pushing his pants down and raising my dress up. He had refused to return my panties. I was filled with the same desires as him again, our eyes locking with an intense gaze.Without warning, he slammed his raging cock into me. My head fell back, my back pressing into the steering wheel as it made a loud horn, still not reminding me that this was a car and it wasn’t all that closed because we were still in public and people could see.It felt like his hand was being replaced with whatever elements they had used in creating a power bike. His hand, which was on my hip bones, helped me ride him faster. "Cal… yes." He slammed in so deep, hittin