Chapter 007

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 him except the fact that he was a murderer. I wondered if other men had bent me over their bed like this, would my body still burn this same way. I never felt this way when Klaus tried talking dirty with me for the first time. I had even warned him to back off, which he did, unlike this beast who was unwrapping a new sensation in me like Santa's presents.

Air kissed my lower body and it hit me. I was close to being bare for him. 'He had ripped off my dress.' and he took the now turned rag off me. My buttocks were covered in white lacy pants all bare for him to see, down to the garter belt that hugged my thick thighs.

I wanted to punch the bed to swallow me in. I dragged my legs from the chains, I pulled hard on my wrist, so I could cover my virtue, so this man didn't see what was meant for Klaus “Let me go,” I spat, “I would stab you even though it's not today if you tried anything stupid.” Like I was talking to nothing but the air.

He got up from the mattress, moving to a drawer as he fetched something which I didn't get to see. 'You would love everything I do to you tonight baby.’ He came to stand at the other side of the bed.

I jerked, tears streaming down my eyes, but a much louder cry left my lips, as his hand came hard on my ass cheek, over and over, until I cried in both pain and something else that made my lower half tear up with the heat and ache that cursed through it “You fucking whore, you love that.” He whispered against my ears and I gasped into the king mattress.

He had called me a whore, and yes I deserved to be called that, but should one's husband have said that to his wife? “I don't want this..” my voice was barely a whisper and I knew he heard, but he didn't stop nor reply.

“You have never been spanked there or touched here.” His finger caressed the crevasse of my ass against my panties, bringing it down to my most intimate area, and I couldn't help back a moan this time “Ahh..” and I regretted it feeling like a bitch again.

“You are wet.” I gasped as his finger lingered a little on my cunt.

“Stop this insanity please..” I pleaded in hot breath and I heard a light chuckle from him.

“I would love to see you lose your sanity with me too, baby.” His fingers fiddled with the hook of my bra, as he pulled them apart, letting the straps fall down my arms and my round boobs dangled free.

I couldn't see what he was doing. I wished to turn to curse at him more, but my head was bent to the left while he stood at my right side. “Baby, you are so fucking perfect, so perfect, so mine.” He released his finger from my lower half and my body grief for loss of contact.

He hikes my chest up further, before his hands begin tracing down from my collar bone to the middle of my breast, tracing a feathery touch before he stops at one of my mounds, and I almost disappeared into the burning sensations calling out for me as he caught my pebbled hard nipples in between two dangerous fingers “No…”

““Yes,” he whispered huskily, as he squeezed my nipples between his fingers, pulling away with a flick. Then, covering my mounds with the rough palm of his, the hand which had just held a gun to murder was on me, keeping me on the verge of insanity. 

I was new to this feeling my body was going through. I wanted this strange feeling of feeling his hands all over me, but even with that, I was a lady born of honor. I won't spill through my mouth what my body wants, I won't go astray because of burning desires.

“You like that, don't you?” His voice, which I loathed, became so good in the ears.

“No…” my voice came out more like a whisper and a loud cry tears from me and a harsh slap came on my buttocks “Don't play with me Ophelia, you love everything I do to you baby?”

“You are cursed, you are sick..” I tried turning my head, but he had placed me in a position where my neck felt stiff to do so. “I hated you from the last marriage even when I had no idea of you where, and I hate you in this one too for taking me away from my loved ones and the man I lo….ahh”

I had no idea of how fast he was, with a force that almost made me lose my neck, he turned my head harshly to meet his cold gray eyes just before I could complete my words and my heart drowned in fear, but I didn't let it show on my face “You don't love him!!” His voice was low yet cold.

The urge to bury my fist in his rock hard chest and face even when I knew it wouldn't do anything was biting as hell “I was going to, something I wouldn't feel for you even though you made me starve here.” I said hurriedly before he would do something to cut me off again “I hate you Hus Band or the motherfucker who shares the last name with a crime family.”

A smirk that spoke of the devil stood on the corner of his lips, and I could feel his anger burning through him and I thought he was going to cut my head off at that moment. “It's time to go punish your sister for giving you that present.” My breath got caught in my throat and the look of shock stood on my face as he straightened himself, his hand which I had drawn the knife on dripping with blood.

“Yo..you won't do anything to Elise.” My voice softened all of a sudden.

“Since we can't enjoy our wedding night as a couple, it would be nice to satisfy my itching hand with a blood spree.” He said, leaving me as the broad back made for the door.

“I…I am sorry, I will let you do anything you want to me, I..” he was out of the door, not bothering to listen to me, not bothering to untie me.

“I am sorry.” I wished my scream would get to him, as I burst into tears.