After ten minutes of pacing the bathroom floor, I stared at my figure in the mirror for the umpteenth time, uncertain if the lingerie was ideal. Was it too sexy? Not sexy enough? I didn’t want to send the wrong message. I wondered if it were Rosana or his choice.
Opening the bathroom door, I peeked out. He wasn’t there yet. Good. Giving no thought to my actions, I hightailed it out of there and made a beeline for my old room. Inside, I locked the door, double-checked, it and scooted under the covers in one quick slide. Usually, I took my time to arrange my pillows in a certain way, I didn’t bother with the effort. All I wanted to do, was hide.
Eventually, my breathing eased and certain he wasn’t coming for me, I relaxed. I wasn’t sure how long I laid there before I heard a sound in the room. Shoving down the covers, I sat up. A scream choked in my throat when Salvatore stepped toward the bed. My gaze locked with his, I just stared at him. Not knowing what his intentions were, was beginning to mess with my head and my heart rate picked up again. My gaze drifted for a second, taking in his shirtless tattooed body and rippling muscles. Swallowing, I forced it back up to his face.
Then he moved. With his hands in his pants pockets, he prowled to my side of the bed, grasped the covers, and slowly dragged them downward. I tried to hold on, but he tugged, and I let go. He stood there for a full minute staring at my body to the point where I swallowed repeatedly. His eyes narrowed as he noticed the movement of my throat before his gaze met mine again. I panicked when he undid his belt, button, and zipper but made no move to remove his pants. my gaze automatically flicked to the deep v disappearing into his briefs. I shouldn’t be looking there but I did, twice.
When his hand reach down, the whimper slipped out, unchecked. “Don’t”
“Don’t what?”
I hesitated, not wanting to know what his reaction would be. “Touch me.”
“Why?” I was still searching for an answer, when he added, “you don’t like me touching you?”
“Yes, I don’t.”
“So if I touch you here.” He rolled his index finger over my nipple which immediately hardened under his touch. “You don’t like that?”
I crossed my hands over my chest. “Yes.” Before I could anticipate his move, he grabbed both my wrists and forced them up over my head while his other hand slipped into my panty.
“No,” I breathed, his finger circling my clit. I squeezed my legs tight. Releasing my hands, he shoved my legs wider apart, and I barely had room to breathe before the full weight of his body covered mine, whatever little air trapped in my lungs, swooshed out. I pushed against his shoulders, but he grabbed my hands and held them over my head again and his mouth sought mine. The kiss was hard, brutal, nothing like the kiss at the wedding. My lips stung and when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I bit down.
His head reared back, his hard eyes meeting mine. My hands ached from the tight grip, my thigh muscles complaining from the weight. “Get off me!” I squirmed.
“You’re my fucking wife,” he growled. “I can touch you, fuck you, suck you and you can either enjoy it or cry.”
Exhausted from the exertion of holding him off, I surrendered. “Do whatever you want to my body, but you’ll never get me to love you.”
“Love is overrated,bella. The less I know you. The more likely I’m to fuck you.” His hand slipped between our bodies, and he snapped my panty in a quick twist. “I’m not above raping a woman, but fucking my wife is considered a husband’s duty so shut the fuck up and spread your legs. As I said, it can be pleasurable or painful living with me. The choice is yours.” With one quick motion, he was inside me and I should’ve screamed, squirmed, did something but my body bowed, shocked by the intrusion, he was big and thick and annoyed by the slick heat coiling in my pussy.
Salvatore stiffened. He pulled out of me and sat up. “You’re not a virgin?”
Shit! Slowly, I shook my head. He climbed off the bed, fastening his belt, glaring down at me. “Get the fuck out of the room,” he snarled.
“W-what?”
“Get the fuck out of the room before I throw you out,” he barked.
This was my room. “Where do I sleep?”
“Does it look like I care? You’re soiled goods, I’m sure you’ll find somewhere to hole up,” he sneered.
Those gray eyes darkened when I didn’t move. He leaned over to grab me, I rolled over to the other side and vaulted off the bed.
I should’ve left, should’ve walked out but I chose to poke the bear and we all know what happens when you poke the bear. It bites. Hard. “You’re such an asshole.” I threw the bedside lamp without thinking and it hit his head.
“Oh shit.” Not thinking twice, I raced out of the room.
I heard Vincenzo curse and come after me. Not bothering to check, I ran. But I didn’t know where to go because I was still getting acquainted with the house, Stupidly, I ran for his bedroom, and shut the door. I shot into the closet intending to change my clothes and get out of there. I only managed to get my panties on when I heard the bedroom door crash open. Glancing around, my gaze fell on his gun lying on a shelf, not sure what I was thinking, I walked out and aimed it at him.
Leaning against the door frame, hands in his pants pockets, his head cocked to one side, he watched me. “Stay away from me or I’ll shoot.”
“Go on, shoot me,bella,” he taunted.
Shit Shit Shit.Giving no thought to my actions, I squeezed my eyes shut, turned my head away, and pulled the trigger. Where was the noise? I balked, opened one eye, and stared. Salvatore still stood there. I opened the other eye and turned the gun around. What did I do wrong?
“Did your fuck of a father not teach you how to shoot, girl?” He sauntered toward me, reached up, and clicked something. “Next time, try checking to see if the safety is off when you want to kill me.”
