Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“You have no right to talk to me that way.”
“You’re my wife.”
“I’m not your wife yet.”
“You think you’re going to stop the ceremony?”
“There’s no way anyone would marry us, not when I say ‘I don’t,’ over and over again.”
“Your denial will be on deaf ears, my sweet. By the end of today you will be a Giovanni, and by tonight, my cum will be in your tight little pussy, waiting for the next generation to come.”
“I’m not a virgin.” The lie fell from her lips easily.
She didn’t know why she had even brought it up.
Marcus laughed. “You think I give a shit about a hymen?”
Once again, his hand was around her neck, only he didn’t press her against any wall or door. He pulled her close, and she followed, feeling somewhat aroused by his touch. What she had noticed in the past couple of days with Marcus was he didn’t actually hurt her. The threat was always there underneath the surface, but he’d not harmed her. Not like when they were kids.
This was different.
“All it means is I don’t have to be gentle with you tonight. I won’t hold back. I will fuck you until you don’t even remember the bastard’s name who took you.”
****
One thing Marcus knew would never happen for him, he wouldn’t lead a boring life, that was for sure.
As he held Laura’s hand, she didn’t even grip him.
The fight was inside her, though, as well as a little touch of fear. She thought declaring herself not pure would stop this wedding. His father would have been pissed if it had been the truth. Marcus knew she was a virgin.
Laura hadn’t been with a man in her life. Her reactions to his touch confirmed it to him.
She was as pure as they came, and he looked forward to showing her just how much she had to learn. He had no intention of hurting her though.
A woman’s first time could be painful, but he’d enjoy watching her squirm. She had no control in their situation. She was at his mercy, and she’d come to see it. His father had already made him aware for the next month he was to devote his time to getting her pregnant. He had a mini-honeymoon to look forward to, confined to his home and fucking.
Great.
If only the woman he was with wanted him, it would have been a huge bonus, but he wasn’t going to let it cause him any issues, not now.
“Don’t you want to marry someone else?” Laura asked before they made their way outside.
The family was waiting, as was the priest and the guards. Laura’s parents were the only people for her, and they knew they couldn’t interfere.
“Nope. You better learn to smile. I will be waiting for you.”
He let go of her hand, and she made a run toward the front door. He gave her a few seconds before he wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her back against him.
“Let me go.”
“Not going to happen. You really want to do this? You run and I will kill your family and your dog.”
She tensed in his arms. “You wouldn’t. That would make you a murderer.”
“You think I don’t already own the title? You really are naïve. I will kill your family and make sure they know it’s all your fault because you’re too fucking selfish to do as you’re told.”
“It’s not my fault. I don’t want to marry you. I don’t love you.”
“You think I love you? You think any marriage is a love match?” He saw the tears in her eyes but wasn’t affected by them. “Love doesn’t exist. It’s a tool whores use to make men do as they’re told.”
“I hate you.”
“The feeling is pretty fucking mutual, sweetheart, but I will still kill everything you love. You will do as you’re told, or else, others will pay. I know you, Laura. Are you willing to allow others to die because you were too fucking weak?”
She pushed him away and wiped beneath her eyes.
He didn’t like the makeup. It wasn’t who she was.
Laura wasn’t the kind of woman to dress up like this, and he hated it. She didn’t need the makeup, but this was his wedding day and he had no control. He knew for a fact, neither did she.
They were both pawns in their parents’ game. Admittedly, her parents weren’t even pawns; they had already been taken out of the game long ago.
“Let’s get this over with.”
She didn’t fight him as he marched her over to her father. Without another word, he walked to his spot, turned and watched as the music played. He didn’t know why this pomp and circumstance was even taking place. His father and the family knew she didn’t want to marry him. It’s why only the capos had been allowed, as well as the consigliere and the underboss. No children were there, and only a few trusted soldiers. No one else was allowed near them, and he liked it like that. Being on display for anyone didn’t appeal to him.