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 away again softly. “Where is your bouquet? You should throw that now; Gabriella would catch that.” The psycho said with a smile on his lips, and the lady Gabriella's face lit up with excitement. “Hi, sister-in-law, you can throw it now; we need to make this look like a normal wedding as possible, or else Mother will be mad.” She grinned at me, throwing me the bouquet that was with Elise earlier, and Callum caught it, throwing it back to the lady I assumed to be his sister, as one of his men took a photo of that. This family was crazy, I was getting myself into a psychopath business, and I remembered him saying his name again, 'Callum Bellucci.’ I gasped lightly to have forgotten that for a while. Even though I don't know every member of the Bellucci's or much about them except for the fact they were a well-known crime family around the globe, that name resonated louder than a jarring bell. A powerful Italian crime family, as they called it, if I am not mistaken, or maybe my guess is wrong, maybe they shared the same name, because if the truth ends up being…No, it can't just be. He just killed a man and brought his goons to a wedding; shouldn’t he be somebody powerful? But not a Bellucci-No! I have heard rumors about that crime family like the preaching of the gospels. He took my wrist, pulling me down with him from the altar; as we made it to the exit, his men followed us too, “I need to speak with my sister.” Elise's voice sounded defiantly in the room, and for the first time when I looked back, I saw a look of worry that she fought to hold back in her eyes. She got up wobbly with the rope on her wrist and knee loosened and the gag around her lips taken off. Callum nodded for me to go ahead which I did, running to where Elise stood with my half-conscious father and my stepmom who had a look of irritation in her eyes I know if she had the chance to talk she would have blamed me for the cause of all this ‘Why did you leave your ex-husband to put us in this trouble?’ “Hey,” Elise said, pushing a tiny box in my hand. “That's my gift, be happy little sis.” There was more to what she meant; I knew that Elise wouldn't be so wicked telling me to be happy with my damnation. She moved closer, wanting to kiss my cheeks. “Save yourself; they are Bellucci's; they are no good people, Ophelia.” She whispered in my ear, making me scared of what I was getting myself into and making me confused. ‘What was in the box?’ She pulled away, and I smiled warmly at her. “Thank you.” I held the box closely like my heart was in there; what if it was something bad and Callum wanted to see it? The hint was there, every hint of him being from the crime family. I dreaded the fact of something bad being in this box; I couldn't let him see this because Elise would be in trouble; even though I disliked her, I couldn’t let her get in trouble because of me. We walked to a Ferrari with ribbons decorating its body, and it all felt like they already had this plan: ‘Plan to see to the ruins of my life.’ His men and the others got into three other cars behind us. He carried me by my waist, and I shivered down to the spine at his touch again, as he placed me on the seat of his Ferrari and came to sit beside me. “Congratulations, Sir Callum and Ma'am Bellucci.” The Chauffeur bowed his head as his voice dripped with a thick Italian accent. “Thank you.” The devil said sweetly with a smile almost reaching his ear as the Chauffeur started the car. The air in the car felt suffocating, and I almost saw death looking at me when a dirty and frightening word crossed my mind: ‘Consummate.’ It would have been like a normal thing if it were Klaus I was doing it with. Tears welled up in my eyes again, remembering Klaus's lifeless body sleeping in his blood. I felt the asshole's eyes on me, and the thought of him getting to see me without clothes at night made me cringe, because I won't let the hand of a bloody murderer touch, I swear, I won't let him even if it means stabbing a knife in his chest and planning my escape. I held tightly on the box Elise gave me before I heard him speak, taking my hand for a kiss on the back of my palm “It won't hurt baby, and even though it does, maybe just a little.” His gaze ran down to my exposed cleavage and sweat broke at the back of my neck. I was no kid to not understand what he meant, and I turned to meet his gaze with tears blinding my eyes. “You think I would let a deranged soul like yours have your way with me? You are insane if you think anything would happen between us.” I pushed all the hate I had for him into those words, shifting to the edge of the seat, like if he let me I would fall down the window this time. Moving close a little, he pulls me back by my wrist. “Let's see if you would do anything when I start to stretch you.” In the next minute, I was straddling his leg, desperately trying to break free. “You are just insane.“ He pushed my gown up until it was on my thighs, and he thrust his hips right into mine. A gasp left my lips, and he captured my lips right in his, holding my hands above my hand, and a shiver ran down my spine. His tongue rolled freely in my mouth like he was going to devour me, he fucked down my throat gripping me tightly on my neck and I struggled to pull away, biting his lips and he gasped into my mouth, biting me on my bottom lips as his finger slid into my garter, caressing until I felt a crazy sensation down my stomach and I couldn't help but moan into his mouth and that led to a growl of satisfaction from him. I should fight till he lets me I shouldn't be wanting this, but my body betrayed me in a way that I could never imagine. I began crushing my hips against him. Before I knew it, crazy moans began leaving my fucked up mouth, which needed to be chopped off. His hands began moving to my private area. He cupped me there, and my senses seemed to have entered a pothole with the car when it had a slight bump earlier; that was the first time someone had made it there except for me when I needed an orgasm when I was a teen. He pulls away from my lips, his mouth coming on my neck “Fuck baby, you are so wet.” At that time, I didn't know what had gotten into me, like I was possessed to have moaned to those hands moving in circles on my fold, those hands which had just held a gun to shoot my fiance minutes ago. When the car bumped for the second time on our journey, it returned with my senses and I thought I would catch him off guard, by raising my hand to collide with that deadly handsome face of his leaving him with a scar or bruised, but he caught my hands before I could “Fuck you..” anger boiled in me as my words came out like I was deprived of water after days of walking in the desert. Guilt ate me up and I made to kneel him in the groin, but he caught me by the knees, bending his broad back which had the shape of the viper head on his neck and he kissed me on my kneel “If you want to hit me next time, tell me so I would let you, I am used to quick defense.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
Ophelia's POVThe way his finger pumped into my cunt, I couldn't help back a strange cry from my lips. I redden with embarrassment hearing the sloppy sound coming from underneath and I wanted to curse at him when he stopped to stare at my face with a smug smile on his face. Yes, he fucking won, and I wanted that crazy finger of his to do what he had done earlier that had the world rotating around me.“Want me to keep going.” I don't know if I looked stupid with those crazy pleasure-filled faces, should I beg him to continue, should I tell him that I hate him and he can't make me feel anything but that was stupid, a fucked up lie when he could feel my wetness and now I was rubbing myself against his finger, bucking my hips to meet his every thrust shamelessly. His thumb rubbed my cunt, and I didn't care that I hated him; my resistance broke. “ahh…” he rolled his finger in me when I failed to give him a reply . His finger drove into me faster, and I felt my stomach twisted in a knot; h
“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
Callum's PovThe plane hit a light turbulence, and my little doll fell back into my arms, and her fear of flight became more evident. I felt warmth sipping in me, and I caressed her long tresses just like how I used to when we were in high school. “Sleep.” I used a commanding tone; I couldn't take any of the silent torture anymore; I needed a hole to empty my cream.…….Walking into the galley, I found the flight attendant who had welcomed us earlier. She saw me walk in with a smile on her face “Strip.” very understanding“Yes, master,” very submissive, just like I ordered, she popped the buttons, which barely covered her mounds open, and her boobs fell free the bitch had no bra on, her hand went to her skirt, pulling it off with no panties.As much as I wanted Ophelia, I couldn't fuck her, and if I tried restraining myself, I would just go wild on her like a beast, and she would hate me more.“Get on your knees.” She did as she was told as I began taking off my belts, pushing my pant
Ophelia's POVThe way his finger pumped into my cunt, I couldn't help back a strange cry from my lips. I redden with embarrassment hearing the sloppy sound coming from underneath and I wanted to curse at him when he stopped to stare at my face with a smug smile on his face. Yes, he fucking won, and I wanted that crazy finger of his to do what he had done earlier that had the world rotating around me.“Want me to keep going.” I don't know if I looked stupid with those crazy pleasure-filled faces, should I beg him to continue, should I tell him that I hate him and he can't make me feel anything but that was stupid, a fucked up lie when he could feel my wetness and now I was rubbing myself against his finger, bucking my hips to meet his every thrust shamelessly. His thumb rubbed my cunt, and I didn't care that I hated him; my resistance broke. “ahh…” he rolled his finger in me when I failed to give him a reply . His finger drove into me faster, and I felt my stomach twisted in a knot; h