6. Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Serena
A fter Emilio leaves, the doctor comes in to clean the wound from where the asshole branded his name on my skin. I can't believe he literally branded his name on me. They add ointment and a bandage and instruct Antonio and the housekeeper, Josephine, on how to change the dressings and care for the wound. When neither of them are around, another one of his men, Rocco, stands in and does it, but he's not around often. He doesn't even make eye contact with me and leaves without speaking to me. He acts as if I'm not even in the room.
Josephine brings me regular meals. She maintains a stoic face and doesn't speak to me, either.
I estimate I've been here for about twenty-four hours now, part of which I was drugged and knocked out. Hunger and dehydration gnaw at me, but I refuse to eat or drink anything that Josephine brings me. Everything anyone does here is at Emilio’s bidding, and he drugged me once before. I can't trust that he won't do it again.
When Josephine comes back in to change my bandage, I make one last attempt to speak to her. "Please, you can't think this is okay. You see where he branded his fucking name on my skin? He’s insane. I need to get away from here. Help me, please."
She keeps her eyes down and concentrates on changing my bandages while quietly answering, "The boss is a good man. Give him a chance and you might enjoy your life here."
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Have you hit your head? The man kidnapped, drugged me, branded me, and has me locked up. You call him a good man?"
"Give it time. You'll see," Josephine says as she leaves the room, locking the door behind her.
Unable to hold my head up any longer, I get into bed, laying on my side facing the door. This way I’ll be able to hear him if he tries to come in. I know he did something to me while I was drugged, because I was wet. The sick fuck has already scarred my body, and I can't allow him to do anything else to me.
Before I know it, I've drifted off to sleep and I feel something warm wrapping themselves around me from behind, like a starfish.
Groggily, I open my eyes and realize Emilio has crawled into bed with me. Not-so-subtly, I try to squirm away from him, but he's wrapped around me and holding me tight.
I feel something long and hard poking me in the back. My cheeks burn as I realize it's his dick, and it's hard as a rock. He must sense my discomfort, because he rubs his pelvis against me from behind as he whispers in my ear, "I know you're awake, Little Storm. It's time you give me what belongs to me."
"What are you doing in my bed?"
"This is our bed for the time being, since you unfortunately flooded our bedroom."
"We aren't sleeping in the same bed. Let me up."
"As my wife, you will sleep in the same bed with me and give me what belongs to me or I'm taking it by force."
His hands roam down my shoulders and I feel his calloused hands against my smooth skin. Goosebumps erupt all over and I shiver at the sensation.
As I continue to squirm, his tongue comes out and licks the shell of my ear. "You are mine. I'm going to taste every part of your body and make sure you know who you belong to."
"How can I forget when you fucking branded me with your name?" I clip back, and with my words, his hard dick jerks. It’s evident the reminder of him burning his name into my skin turns him on. The sick fucker.
His hands rub along my abdomen and roam up towards my chest. With both hands, he cups my breasts, gently massaging them before pinching each nipple.
I feel a gush of wetness flood between my thighs. Fuck no. What the hell is wrong with me getting turned on by this animal?
I try my best to lie there and tune out his whispers, his touches, and any feelings of wetness from my pussy. This side of him almost makes me forget who he is and what he’s done to me.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Little Storm," Emilio croons as one of his hands goes into the waistband of my panties.
"No! Don't touch me." I try to pull his hand away, but he's too strong.
A loud growl erupts from his chest. "Your pussy is soaked for me, Little Storm. Don’t deny it; you want this as much as I do, and I can't wait to claim you as mine."
A tear runs down my cheek as I'm caught and ashamed. He knows I'm turned on. There's nothing I can say because he can feel the proof for himself. It would take just a tiny touch of his finger against my clit to make me come. As if he knows that, he purposefully avoids giving me what I need.
Instead, the asshole pushes me back on the bed and moves until he's on top of me. As I kick and thrash at him, he chuckles.
His lips continue to kiss a trail down my body, stopping at the apex of my thighs. My hands clinch and my muscles tense up as I try to contain the moan that threatens to escape.
Emilio blows on my pussy, and the combination of the wetness and the cool air causes a sensation that has me shuddering. His tongue comes out and swipes along my pussy lips.
"Sweet, like honey, and you smell so good. Little Storm, I can tell you want this as bad as I do. You aren't the innocent good girl your family takes you for. I think my wife is a naughty girl."
"Shut the fuck up, asshole!" Emilio saying it out loud makes it even worse because, despite my protestations, it's true.
Following my instructions, he falls silent, moving back up my body to give me a tender kiss, and then proceeds to pleasure my clit with his hand, resulting in a powerful orgasm that leaves me gasping and moaning uncontrollably.
"Now that's my good girl."
My husband brings his body back down on top of mine, and that's when I know I'm out of time. "Emilio, please. I beg you not to do this. There will be no going back for me. This childish feud you have with my brothers does not involve me. If you stop now, we can hide the marriage certificate, quietly get an annulment, and I'll still be eligible to marry a man from a family that will truly honor mine, unlike this sham."
Emilio grabs my hands, holding them down onto the mattress beside my head. His eyes are angry and full of rage. "There you go again, Serena. You speak of marrying someone else. Someone who will honor you. We both know mafia husbands sleep with all the whores they can, while their little wives are at home raising their kids. Most of the men do not do shit to honor their wives. It's all bullshit."
"It's not like you will have any respect for me, either," I snap. "You'll be out getting your dick sucked by every whore who falls at your feet, demanding I toe the line and not question you. After all, I'm just a woman. How dare the all-powerful man be questioned?"
"Little Storm, I'm going to have such respect and honor for you and your family. As soon as I get your virgin blood all over my cock, I'm calling Gio and making sure he sees the bloody sheets. That's your custom, is it not?"
He's right. We come from a long line of Italians, whose tradition it is to display the bloody sheets from the bride's wedding night in front of the family the next morning. It's archaic and disgusting. Degrading even, but my family has drilled into me the importance of the tradition. The one Emilio is so lightly throwing away.
Tears cascade down both cheeks as I give one last struggle, but the way he's holding me down, I know it’s futile.
When I feel his warm, hard cock at my entrance, I close my eyes, bracing myself for the pain.