“I don’t want anybody to see you naked, either.”
That took me by surprise. Cosimo was a jealous, possessive lover. Enzio was forced into this marriage as much as I was. Why would he care if anyone saw me naked?
“I…” he swallowed, “you’re my wife. If this was real, I’d be gouging out the eyes of any piece of shit who dared look at my wife’s body.”
His chest puffed out as he addressed the crowd. “Let La Familgia know that I only agreed to this ceremony to honor my mother’s wish, not to prove the sincerity of my marriage. My word is enough for that.”
Glasses clinked, and mouths smirked. I’d avoided looking at anybody here, but now I particularly searched for Marta’s face. I gazed at her over my shoulder. She was just staring back at me, waiting.
“I urge you to enjoy this pleasurable ceremony to the maximum, but…” Enzio made sure everybody saw the seriousness in his gaze. “If I catch any, and I mean any, flicker of ogling my wife’s body in the eyes of a single man here, you’ll face the wrath of Il Tagliatore.” He looked at me. “My shy wife’s body is for my eyes only.”
A shameful jolt of desire erupted in me. I was a sucker for jealous possessive assholes, and shockingly, this man was no different from his brother in that department.
Great. As if I needed more confusion.
“I’ll cover you with my body as much as I can.” He reached inside his pocket and got out a wide, red, satin ribbon. “And this is for you.”
“What’s this?”
“A blindfold.”
Amused murmurs rose in the basement. “Oh kinky,” someone said. “Did you bring handcuffs, too?” Snickers flared up. “A crop or a spanker would be—”
Enzio’s glare was enough to silence the clowns.
I swallowed, feeling the softness of the ribbon, my body tensing with anticipation. “What’s it for?”
“So you won’t see them.” He bit my earlobe. “So you can go in your head easier.”
Was he saying what I thought he was saying? He was helping me shut down, take my mind off the fact that I was going to be watched while raped, go somewhere nice in my head so it wouldn’t hurt as much?
Enzio was being eerily nice. Why was he trying to make me think he cared? He didn’t. Period.
This blindfold wasn’t for me. It was for him.
He was going to punish me with his cock for trying to run away and for insulting him, but only when he was certain, even though I lied about it, my body didn’t object. But after I begged him, after my body finally stopped betraying me, he didn’t go through with it.
Enzio was a monster but a different kind from what I’d thought him to be. He was a psycho killer, a sadist punisher, but not a rapist. Why else would he blurt about how he’d enjoy the pain and humiliation in my eyes when he fucked me, and then he’d give me a blindfold? Looking into my eyes while he fucked me without my consent was terrible for him.
For a second, I felt bad for Enzio. To say this situation we were both pulled into was dubious was an understatement.
Fuck this shit. I couldn’t feel that way. I couldn’t let him be kind to me. I couldn’t let him think he could fucking atone with a piece of ribbon shit. He might have hated what he was about to do, but he was still going through with it. Just like how he hated killing his brother but didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.
I yanked my hand out of his and gave him the pathetic gift. “I don’t need it because I’m going to be looking into your eyes thewholetime, my dear husband.” Why would I make it easier for him? He should suffer like I was going to.
Then I opened my robe and let it slide off my shoulders and onto the floor.
The temperature in the basement seemed to have risen by a lot, and his honey eyes flamed with desire and rage. It looked like my words and standing in a sheer gown that barely covered any part of my body for everyone to see after his speech struck a chord.
Abruptly, he scooped me up in his arms. A yelp jumped out of my throat, laughter and cheers echoing in the background. Enzio threw me on the bed and crushed his body on mine, yet shielded me from his family’s eyes.
“There isn’t an ounce of innocence in you, is there?” he murmured. “Wanna play dirty? I’ll give you dirty.”
The threat in his words sent a cold chill through my body. “Is that supposed to scare me?” I tried to sound tougher than I was feeling.
He smirked. “It already does.”
“And you like that? You can’t get it up any other way, can you?”
