CALLUM'S POV
Only 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 house five years ago which I thought was right, giving her all the stuff a lady needs which I also thought the bitch would love. I never knew that she craved for freedom so much that she would drug me. I knew every damn time when she had watched me through the patio or her balcony, but she hadn't seen my face; for the first time, my girls caught me off guard, giving me a sedative, which made me lose my senses. When she had run, why didn't I chase her? I was scared of the things I would do to her. I was a psycho who wasn't meant to crave the love of a woman, but I did when it came to Ophelia; I wanted her love. After a blood bath with my rivals, I wanted to come home to her and get balls deep in her pussy, which I would do when I make her mine again, I wouldn't hold back now, i would make her feel what it is like when a psycho his in love with her. Locking her in that house came with a lot of reasons, first was the thought of my rivals seeing her as my weakness and using her against me. I wasn't ready to go through all those shit, and I wasn't ready for my family to find out, but now I don't give a fuck with years of fantasizing about her and learning how to protect her; I have decided to own her again, but this time in a surprising way. She said she hated our first wedding. This time, I would do her good by promising her what I would do to her in the flesh, not using a dummy's hand. I have made our wedding a memorable one already, one she will never forget, stealing her supposed wedding, killing her fiance, and making her wear a bloody white gown as I would make her promise to be mine and I make same promises to her. She might think I am the villain, but I would get that thought away once she is mine. “What are you doing?” Her voice came out more like a whisper behind me. “Righting the wrong, this time I would marry you and promise you every good thing physically.” I walked down the stairs, ushering my men to release the priest. “Get on the altar and continue the wedding; I would be the groom this time.” I added, “Let my brother-in-law go, Zaleo; he needs to walk his sister down the aisle again.” “I…I am not marrying you.” My pant stiffened with her refusal imagining how badly I craved to fuck that mouth of hers with my cock, making her breathless with its thickness and length. “Seems you like the color red so much?” I turned to meet her gaze which was hard as a rock, I could feel her anger and I loved it, I wanted that zeal, I wanted that struggle, I wanted that tears and reddened eyes while I fuck her in all holes she could give…her fist, her ass, her pussy, and her mouth “Damn.” I whispered bluntly. “Red looks beautiful on you, though; you would love getting smeared in your family's blood, won't you, your brother's blood pooling on your feet, your sister's, father's, and mother's blood painting your gown red with your little sugars own too,” I said referring to her fiance lying dead on the floor. She gasped, a look of shock on her face and I knew she would accept to marry me immediately without going further. She looks at her father, who had laid limp on the floor already, as if two playful bullets on his thighs had rendered him dead already. Her step-sister's eyes were blinded with tears like my girl's. “Should we have the wedding again, baby? Or should I just force you to do it instead after I have….” I pointed my gun at her brother, the most precious thing in my girl's heart, which would change because I would force her to let me into that heart and she would learn to love me and me only until we have kids and I would share with them. “Yes..yes I would.” More tears streamed down her hazel eyes which made me see things through them. “I never knew you'd be too excited, why playing hard to get before?” I smirked, and her eyes looked at me like they would cut me to pieces, just like the present I had given her this morning: “Walk.” I ordered the priest who had stopped walking, “Pray to God you don't fuck my thing up, Father.” I added, and he shivered back to the altar. “Hey baby, you shouldn't waste our time now; I need to call you mine real quick, please.” I pleaded, and I watched her fist form a tight ball beside her as she walked down the altar, shaking as she walked with unsteady legs to her brother, who flashed a look of hatred at me after Zaleo had released him. “You shouldn't be doing this, Ophelia.” Her brother tried convincing her, taking her hand as he placed it on her cheek, but she tiptoed, kissing him on the cheek, saying something like 'I would be fine' into his ears. “Walk me down the aisle again.” She whispered to her brother, and my dead heart swirled in joy that I had never felt before. I walked to stand on the altar like every normal human does as I watched my soon-to-be bride begin walking to me with her brother, ready to give her off to me. Beautiful and sexy was an understatement to how she looked; even in Chaos, she looked every shade of hot, her long hair, which I wanted to curl my sinful hand into, packed in a bun ‘Jesus.’ After she gets to me, she helps herself back to the altar, and I smile at her, taking her hand forcefully and pulling her by the waist to me. “Go on, father.” My voice was hard, which made my soon-to-be wife shiver in my arms. “Sorry, my voice can only be soft for you,” I whispered breathily to her ear and she stiffened in my hold. “ We are her…” “Just go straight to the point.” I said to the priest, “My soon-to-be wife and I hate the wait…start with that stuff, we would reply ‘I do' too.” “O..okay.” “You are making him scared,” Ophelia said to me with gritted teeth as I watched her trying to hold back her tears. “I can't help it, baby, can't help.” “Do you… “Callum Bellucci.” My wife's eyes seemed to rise at the mention of my name; my girl was not dumb, I knew that name rang a bell, and she stiffened again in my arms. “Relax, baby.” “Do you Callum Bellucci take Ophelia Laurent as your wife, to love and to cherish…. As the priest talk I whispered my vows to her ears “To claim every inch of your body and soul, to haunt your fucking dreams and your waking, I swear baby if you let me, your desires would be my command, my fucked up touch would be your solace and my protection, your prison.” She shuddered as I whispered and I know she felt what I felt too “I Callum Bellucci do.” I said with immense pride, taking the ring from the pillow on my sister's Gabriella's hand and I slid it into my girl's finger, bringing the back of her palm to my lips and kissing it. “Do you, Ophelia Laurent, take Callum Bellucci as your husband, to love and to honor him, through joy and sorrow, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you apart?” The part I loved most ‘til death do us part.’ and the part I also hated most of another man had said I do to instead of me. She closed her eyes to stop her tears from flowing down her cheek and her mouth opened and close with hesitation, if only she knew I had saved her from terror bringing her to a sweeter hell of mine, she would have been sucking my dick to thank me instead and not crying like some sought of bitch “Ophelia…” “I…I do.” With shaky hands, she took the ring, and I held my hand out to her, my breath trembling like an excited little boy. She slid the ring onto my finger, and the feel was pleasurable, and I almost squeaked like a little girl. “You are mine now baby, fucking mine just as I am yours too.” Her face flashed with disgust and hate for me which wouldn't last for long when I sealed my lips with hers when the priest asked us to. “With the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kis..” I didn't let him get through with it before I slammed my lips on my wife, my fuck ing wife!! I screamed in my insane head. My wife tried blocking my tongue from prying into her sweetness, but she had no idea of how I loved a challenge, a chase.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
My heart stopped beating, and I wished I had done something crazy earlier, so I would have been pushed out of this family I had gotten myself into. This is a bloody crime family, and I am in the home of one of the most dangerous mafia families and in the arms of the blood of them who had just raised a gun at his father.“Get the hell away from me, please.” I don't know if that was a plea because I said that in tears, hoping he would stop tormenting me.“You look pretty like this, and I want to take all you can give from this angle.” He said softly, and the ripping of my gown from the waist part was what I heard. “I would have loved it if our daughter had used this, but it is stained with your sweetheart's blood already.” “I want you to see you bare, swollen and needy.” His voice was husky, and the urge to clench my thighs together was overwhelming. I don't know what difference this makes me from a whore who openly admits to being one. He was still a stranger! I knew nothing about hi
CALLUM'S POV I walked to the bar in the living space and poured myself a glass of scotch “You look like shit already.” I turned to find Zaleo sprawled on one of the couches, giving me a smug smile as his gaze moved to my bloody hand, which was clenched tightly on the glass. “I wonder how you'd look after months.” “I'd be better than you,” I replied to him with a smirk. “You won't; I can sense the weakness already; a woman like Helena would have been better….” As soon as he completes his words I flung the bloody knife, Ophelia had used to him and he was swift catching it close to his eyes “Helena would have been better, you just wanted her pussy, but I feel you want more with Ophelia which is really bad.” He repeated. “Father sent you to convince me to divorce Lia Huhn?” I looked away from him, downing the glass in one go. “How would I convince someone who broke out of a mental asylum?” Zaleo teased, “If it had been another woman who had done this, you would have snapped her n
Callum's PovThe fucked up teachers had advised my father to take me to a psychiatric rehab after being violent three times at school, and he listened. I craved to see Ophelia after being locked up; I wondered many crazy things: 'What if she was with another boy?' 'What if she was ruffling his hair and not mine?' I seldom ate and slept thinking about her as I sat in my room at the rehabilitation center as she would just show up, but Lia, my doll, didn't.I couldn't take it any longer after staying ten days locked in, and that's the first time I committed murder, but no one found out. Why? Father covered it up; he couldn't let his newfound toy get caught. His thoughts that a mad boy couldn't take his post as a Don was lost in the drain.I made it to school at noon when it was closing hour with a blood-soiled shirt and hands with dried blood, but I still made myself unnoticed to others as I went in search of my little doll before her father came to pick her up himself or her plus-sized
OPHELIA'S POV As I slowly opened my eyes the excess light which washed through the room made me dizzy and half blind, rubbing the back of my palm over my eyes made me wince in pain with the sudden pain that shot through my wrist. Memories of yesterday hit me like a tsunami, and the blurriness in my eyes vanished. I tried sitting up straight, but a severe ache shot through my lower back. I remembered being tied down, stomach-facing the bed, last night. Has he come to release me himself and dress me in this white robe? He had turned my dress into rags last night and now I was in a white, thick robe. The roses all gone and something struck me once more as my finger fumbled with the rope of robe pulling the sleeves down my shoulders to check if he had come back into this room to go further in my unconscious state. Just like how those older ladies might have described the way they looked and felt after their first, I felt and saw none of those shit. No bruises, I touched myself throu
Ophelia's POVIt felt like I was on a fucking sedative with dizziness pushing through with great force every single time and that had made me black out for the second time today. The next time I woke up, murmurs greeted my ear alongside the beeping of machines and the rumbling sound of wheels on the floor.My back was pressed into something cozy which doesn't feel like the mattress I slept on earlier. With a little yawn, I pushed my eyes open to find myself in a car and in the middle of an all-white backdrop; with the way people moved hastily with their luggage, I concluded that I was in an airport.Looking at the driver's seat, I was the only one in the car; nobody was there. I remembered Callum’s sister mentioning about going to Italy this morning and I assumed we were leaving already. Looking at the familiar airport I had an Idea we were still at home, my home. Since no one was in the car with me I got tempted, tempted to get the fuck away from here before my sick husband gets to m
Callum's Pov Ophelia is getting on my fucking nerves, I never expected her to wake up and run out of the damn car, but I would let her enjoy six minutes of being without me before I open this fucked up toilet door like a gentlemanly man or burst it open with the anger brewing in me. My phone was ringing like crazy. Father had been expecting me in Sicily since forever, but I had a crazy wife on the run. “Had your fill already, wifey?” As a gentleman will, I pulled the door open without destroying the damn hinges. I watched my hot as fuck wife Ophelia, her chest pushing hard and fast against my shirt, and it felt extremely sexy. I watched her take a bottle of liquid wash and throw it at me, which I dodged immediately. “You would stop those shit of yours, Lia, and come with me.” My teeth clenched, my jaw tightened as I watched tears roll down her eyes. I so much wanted to kiss it away, and at the same time, I couldn't stop the frustration brewing in me. I knew if she could walk in
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
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