Chp-8

Luciana Pov.

Damon: Let's start our first night. Shall we...

With that, he slammed his lips on my neck making me yelp out in shock.

Lucy: N-No. Stop.

I whispered but he didn't stop... His cold lips met my warm skin giving me goosebumps. I again tried to struggle but he was too strong... He started to trail wet kisses all over my neck. My whole body shivered at his touch. I didn't like it. I really hate it.

I don't want this... I don't want someone to touch me thinking of me as someone else... No, I don't want it. He bit my earlobe making me gasp in disgust... For a second he left my wrist giving me a sigh of relief thinking that he's done with his assault but I was wrong.

Lucy: NO.

I cried out when he slightly ripped my gown revealing my collarbone and shoulders. He without wasting any time attacked my shoulder like a hungry wolf... I tightly closed my eyes letting my tears fell down feeling him placing rough kisses all over my shoulder and collarbone.

Lucy: This i-is not right... stop it... Leave me... I said leav-- ah

l yelped in pain when he bit my shoulder harshly digging his teeth in my flesh.

Damon: Nothing is wrong baby. I am your husband and it's the most right thing that can happen between any married couple. So shut up hmm princess...

He exclaimed in a sweet tone trying to sound like a caring husband but his acts were worst... I placed my hands on his shoulders clenching his shirt tightly as my vision started to get blurry... My head was spinning... My eyes rolled back as the pain was too much.

Tears didn't stop neither my whimpers as he kept on sucking my shoulders leaving his marks behind. I whimpered as he pulled my skin taking it between his teeth...

He was kept on sucking on the same spot of my shoulder. My body started to get weaker and weaker. I heard his last words before everything blacked out...

Author Pov.

Damon was kept on biting Luciana's shoulder. He was making his mark on her mole... The second his eyes came in contact with her mole. A weird urge to make his mark on it raised in him...

He kept on sucking the same spot where her mole was and completely ignored her weak condition. He mentally chuckled when she clutched his shirt... But soon her grip started to loosen up which he didn't notice...

Damon: This mole of yours only belongs to me. Only I can touch it.

He whispered kissing her neck but soon he stopped and brought his face up when He felt her hands dropping of his shoulders. He sighed heavily seeing her fainted figure which was still under him... He has to admit. She looks too tempting in her wet and ripped wedding gown.

He pulled away from her and wiped his lips as he remembered how hungrily he attacked her milky skin and now end up making his marks. Without caring about anything he threw her on his shoulder and walked towards his room. He didn't even consider carrying her like a human.

Damon Pov.

Reaching my room, I threw her on the bed making her bounce a little on it. I took a brief look at her condition which was worse than worst. Her gown was ruined. Ripped. Wet and stained with her blood... Drops of blood was still oozing out of her leg... Her neck and shoulder were full of hickeys gifted by me.

I looked at my hand and that was also full of her blood. I remembered how brutally I squeezed her wound... My stare went to her wounded leg. One question popped out in my mind. How she got that. But again I ignored an uncomfortable feeling in my chest...

I was definitely not feeling guilty. Well Of course she was my brother's love once but now she's my wife and I have full rights on her. Of course, I will make her suffer more than she has ever thought.

And from the way, I know how I can make her more suffering. Because when I gave her physical pain she kept on enduring it but when I physically touched her she was all hyped up.

I first washed my bloodied hand and went towards her unconscious body. I cleaned her wound and changed her bloody bandage into a new one... After that, I removed her wet gown and brought my clothes to wore her.

Her skin seemed slightly hot that's why she needs warm clothes... I don't want her to get sick... Because I don't to leave her not even for a day... Her suffering should be every day and night... If I say I wasn't surprised to see her bare body then it will be a lie... She's beautiful... She's heavenly... Her milky skin and perfect curved body was just a turn on.

My urges pushed so hard that I was hardly able to control myself and wore her, my hoodie. It reached below her thighs as it was too big for her fragile body. I didn't help but to frown at some fading bruises on her skin. On her stomach and arms. There were bruises not really dark.. They were almost fading away.

But I don't give a shit about them. The only thing I care about is how to make new fresh bruises on her flawless skin because her skin deserves some marks. I grabbed her wrist and handcuffed it with the beds side table not wanting her to try to escape...

I leaned to her pale face staring at it with my intense glare. Wrapping my hand around her neck I slightly squeezed it...

Damon: You're not that bad wifey. Wake up fast.. I cant wait to hear your cries.

Luciana Pov.

I slowly opened my eyes which were burning due to all my crying earlier... I held my pounding head and squeezed my eye... But soon my eyes shot open feeling my other hand wrapped in a cold metal... I tried to move my wrist but it only added more pain in my already bruised up wrist.

At last, I let out a sigh giving up on my efforts...I slowly sat up on the bed holding my head which was thumping in pain... I leaned on the bed's headboard and stared at the wall in front of me with a blank face... Tears were blurring my sight... I just let out a sad chuckle...

Lucy: Why do I always have to be punished for others mistakes.

I whispered closing my eyes and leaning on the beds headboard.

Lucy: When my sufferings will come to an end...

I know it's not Lily who did something to Damon's brother. It's my father. He has done something. Only Lily can help me... But how.. I don't even have a phone. I don't even know her number. I only know that she's in New York nothing else...

I am sure Damon would not believe me if I tell him that I am not Lily. My father has planned everything and I can't do anything but to cry over my poor fate.

Damon: You seem tired wifey...

My eyes shot open hearing that beasts voice... He was standing on the door taking slow but dangerous steps towards me... I pressed myself more to the headboard as I was too scared...

I heard his footsteps coming towards me... He placed his palm on the beds headboard and leaned to my face still standing beside me...

Damon: What did I tell you before.

He said gritting his teeth grabbing my jaw and pulling it upwards making me face him.. I immediately looked at him remembering his warning of not looking away from him when he's talking...

I have no energy to disobey him.. My insides and outside everything was hurting badly... He smirked seeing my obedience.

Damon: Good girl.

He whispered leaning to my face keeping his stare on my lips...

Damon: You know baby... I wanted to know how they will taste like.

My eyes widened at his words. I don't even know if our marriage is a real one or not... I forcefully turned my face away making his lips landed on my cheek. I heard him growl but using my free hand I pushed him away.

He stumbled back as he wasn't expecting my reaction. He looked at me in anger.

Lucy: You can't touch me. You married me thinking as Lily. We don't even know if this marriage is valid or not...

Damon: So...

He asked not bothering about my panicked figure.

Lucy: So.. You can't touch me. Without a marriage, it's a sin... Stay away from me.

He looked at me for a second letting out a little laugh in amusement. But soon his next words left me speechless...

Damon: If that's the case then princess.

He said placing his hands on my cuffed hand... He uncuffed my wrist and threw the cuffs across the room... I gasped out when he roughly pushed me on the bed and in a second hovered above me.

Damon: I would love to be a sinner...

Believe what your eyes witnessed and ears heard thats what people say but what if the way your eyes decided to see the matter was not even a one bit of a truth.