Chapter 6

• OPHELIA'S POV
• 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 position, and he let me this time, bringing his thumb to his lips, caressing his lower lips, causing a tumbling reaction in me.
• *******
• “Son.” After walking in between tons of maid bowing. The hard scent of old money and power that stinks in this place was mind-wrenching. If there could be anything more than a mansion to call this place, I would have gladly used it. “Is she the one?” An older woman walks up to me and the psycho in an exquisitely furnished living room.
• The living room could fit hundreds of guests with more space left. A whole nation's wealth was spent on this as I discreetly gazed at the beautiful chandelier, that spilled soft golden light into the living hanging on the crystal ceiling and swan-like Golden staircases curling into different rooms. Right on the beautiful couch were three men who leaned on the header, with an older man who looked like Calum sitting on it as he watched me with a deep set of black eyes that threatened to keep me six feet under and more. Even though the man looked older, he had tattoos designing his body like no man's business; the large physique of a man was still there, perfectly laid out like he had done a whole lot of work out in his youth, reminding me of the man standing next to me.
• I felt small in their preying gaze like nobody except the older blonde woman who was standing in front of us was the only one who wanted me there. “Yes, Mom, she is the one; we had a great day; watch me catch the rose.” The lady who had done our ring bearer walked up to the older lady, showing her pictures, and the Happy look on her face fell before she looked back at my gown, her eyes lingering on the blood-stained part that ran down from my chest to my waist part.
• “We don't know her son. Helena would have been better, we had a deal with her father, you can't fuck this all up and marry her, and I assume she doesn't know what we do here, you can't just go about and think you can take just anyone as your bride..” the man who had sat leisurely on the couch earlier had stood up and I assumed him to be Callum's father. And this is it, the time his father would tell him to let me go, and he would accept, and I would testify in court that he had killed Klaus and his family.
• “It's none of anybody's business who I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He pulled me by the waist to him, his voice dripping with anger, and I felt this sudden warmth ‘What in the actual fuck is wrong with me?’
• “Perché cazzo hai lasciato l'Italia? Non ti ho invitato qui. (Why the fuck did you leave Italy? I didn't invite you here)” Callum said in a language that I assumed to be Italian because I have had few Italian friends I made at college speak like that, but now I crave to know what he said. 'Was it a plan to kill me too? The thing he can't say in English?’ I made to ask him, but the fear of getting shot by his almost fuming father hadn't let me.
• “I heard you were marrying a girl, so why shouldn't I come to see what you have picked?” He said like I was some kind of commodity, “I don't want a weakness for you!!” He half yelled, and I felt those words punch my heart like a needle. ‘Weakness? Then fucking let me go.’ like I would run if he let me, I made to pull away from his grip, but he pulled me back, his hand tightening around my waist “Don't you dare.” He whispered into my ear.
• One of the guys who looked younger like my brother Max but was taller than Max, winked at me, blowing bubble gum at me. Tattoos seemed to be a deity in this family; as all of them had it. My gaze was fixed on another until I heard the sound of a gunshot.
• A gasp left the older woman's lips. “That should be the last time you are calling my wife weak Padre (father),” Callum had pulled the trigger at his father, making it graze his arm even when he had tried dodging it. It all felt like winter as my body turned ice cold ‘’He raised a gun at his father?’
• “Everyone can leave. I will come to Sicily with my wife later on.” Callum said as he carried me in a bridal style, letting a gasp fall from my lips.
• 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 the most dangerous mafia families and in the arm of the blood of them who had just raised a gun at his father.
• I held closely onto the box Elise had given me like my salvation was in it.
• Roses petals stood carelessly on the staircase as we passed, the lights going and becoming darker in the distance we left. Callum's body emanated coldness, and it was hard to see his face as we got to the doorstep; only his sharp jaw was visible.
• He turns the lock, and the sound of the door opening greets my heart. Soft light and a king-sized bed filled with petals and red lingerie laid in it and with what looked like a whip. “Wow, Gabriella did out of my expectations.” He said, and I made to get down, but he changed my position, and now I sat on his torso.
• “I promised to be gentle, and I would tonight; I would make you feel like my Queen; I would worship this body like my god because it is his.” His voice was sinful to my hearing, and every bone in my body was ready to go down to jellies, but I remembered the hate again, and I remembered not to anger him.
• “No, you are not doing anything. You need to respect a woman's decision, and I am never going to do what'….ahh.” He slammed me into the softness of the mattress, my body bouncing softly on it. He left to stand before the endboard, and my gaze skitters down to the rise between his legs. “No..” a terrifying cry left my throat.
• “Yes, baby, fucking yes.” He kissed the red panties on the bed earlier, holding the whip, before he dropped it back and began unbuttoning his shirt, looking at me.
• “You want to take me forcefully? Against my will, you want to do something I won't like, something I would hate you even more for.”
• “A husband would never rape his wife, and trust me, baby, you would love it and not like it, baby; you would beg me for more.” My hand began to fiddle with the box behind my back, and I almost gasped when something sharp slashed my thumb, and the feel of what felt like liquid kissing my thumb made me almost squeeze my eyes shut in pain.
• That should be a knife; Elise had given me a knife, a small one that could fit the box. This fucker thinks he could get away with every damn thing, killing Klaus, making my family kneel and getting my father shot in the thighs, and now wanting to steal what should have been the most precious to every daughter of a father who wants to sell her out.
• The pain, and hate only swirled more in me. Making it easier for me, he came atop of me, inching his head to the curve of my neck, his breath fanning my neck, leaving the air on my neck standing.
• "Dannazione, puzzi come ogni cosa buona (Damn, you smell like every good thing.) He whispered against my neck and the urge to throw my head back at that crazy feel was biting as fuck. But no, I wouldn't let him take control of me. Raising the knife carelessly from my back as it grazed my back having me shut my eyes tightly in pain, I brought it close enough intending to stab it to his neck, but he caught it with his right hand, sliding his palm on the sharp edge tightly as blood trickled down his hand onto the side of my neck and I almost cried in disgust, and fear at the sight of it.
• He still didn't leave the edge of the blade, like he enjoyed every bit of the blade sliding into his skin, he moaned as he thrust his hips into mine just like he had done in the car, and a moan leaped out of my lips. Like a beast, he tore the cloth covering my chest off, and I gasped as he began tracing savage kisses and bites from my throat down to the swell of my breast with my mounds still covered in my bra.
• I hated myself for liking it; out of spite, I jerked the blade from his hand, blood splashing across my face, wanting to stab it into his back, but now he stopped; he took the handle of the knife, anger burning through him before he flung it away. “You are making me mad, Lia.” His voice darkened, and he turned me over, getting me on all fours.
• I jerked him back with my foot, but he spread me wide with his hands as he tried putting me in place. “Fuck you, Ophelia, for not being easy on me.” He cursed through gritted teeth, forcefully pulling my wrist to the back and he fastened rendered my wrist dormant, fastening a belt around it, making me gasp. “I wanted to take it real slow, baby; I wanted to treat you in a way a psycho would never do, but you are putting me on edge.”
• “That's great, you even know you are a psycho.” I chuckled with my head pressed into the mattress. I gasped when I felt my leg hurting the more I pulled; with the last flair end of my gown covering my legs, I couldn't see what was happening behind me. I was scared when I tried pulling on my leg as I heard the clanking of chains. “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.”