Chapter 5

• 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.