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
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