9. Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Emilio
N ot wanting any of my staff to see my wife's blood on the sheets, I methodically fold them and put them in a display case myself. The only reason I intend to show her brothers and father is because it's a necessity, but no one else will see the blood that flowed from her virginal cunt.
I've been busy with meetings all morning, so I've missed watching Serena on camera. After sending word to Gio that I want a video call with them, a grin crosses my face. I love the thought of how much this is going to piss them off. Though I can’t deny, there's a tiny niggling in the back of my mind that tells me this was a private moment, and one I don't want to share with anyone else.
Antonio has been working to get the meeting set up. "Boss, Gio is on the line."
Looking over at the screen, I see the most powerful men in New York.
Gio speaks first. "I'm not sure who you are or what you want, but you don't demand meetings with my family without consequences."
"I am Emilio Alvarez Esposito." Pausing to allow my name to sink in, I watch the faces of Marcello, Gio, and Aldo Martinelli. They are confused.
"I grew up in the jungles of Colombia and was raised by a prominent cartel leader. When my mother was on her deathbed, she came clean about my father. He was not the man who raised me, but Mario Esposito. They had an affair which I was the product of. Mario never got to meet his son, and it has come to my attention that is because of your actions. For that, there must be consequences."
"What the fuck do you want?" Marcello scowls at me, growling.
With a wide smile aimed at the man in charge, I pull up the framed shadow box containing the white sheets from last night. Front and center are the smudges of blood that flowed from their sister's cunt.
Gio takes a sharp intake of breath and his face pales. "Whose blood is that?"
All Italians in the mafia know what bloody sheets mean. It's a long-used tradition in the mafia to prove a woman's honor, and if she isn't a virgin on her wedding night, it brings great shame on her family.
The men in the mafia are treated exactly the opposite. They are encouraged to have sex early and are promiscuous, even if they are married. It's the normal culture and is accepted by most families.
The Martinellis are known for their family values and their loyalty to their women. That's a value I respect about them. They'll slaughter wantonly, painting the streets red, yet their family members are their most precious possession. My research tells me they understand loyalty and honor. It’s a shame, because under different circumstances, we could have been allies.
I'll defend my wife from anyone who dares to touch her, and I swear to be true to her until death do us part.
Had my parents been loyal to one another, I wouldn't have been raised without my biological father. I wouldn't be in the position of avenging his death, as I am now. Adultery was the root of my pain, and that’s something I will never put on my own children. Our relationship may not have formed out of love, but we will respect our vows and there will be no escape for either of us.
"Did neither of you realize your sister was missing after your wedding?"
Looking ashamed, both men avert their gaze, contemplating my words. "I was preoccupied with my wife and the party. By the time I realized Serena wasn't around, it was late, and I just assumed she had gone home," Gio admitted.
"Your sister is now my wife and has shed her virginal blood on these sheets to show honor to her family. She will soon be the mother of the new generation of the Esposito family, and together we will rebuild what you have destroyed.”
"You fucking bastard! When I get my hands on you, I'm going to strip the flesh from your bones while you watch. You will pay with your life for marrying our sister without our permission."
"I will be in touch, Martinellis. I have a brand-new wife to go fuck."
With that last parting shot, I cut the camera feed and leave the assholes to stew over me fucking their sister. She is ruined forever; there’s no chance of her being married off to a member of the outfit now. It's archaic and stupid, but I can't judge them when I take so much pride in being the only man to ever be inside of her. Serena is mine and mine alone. It's making my dick hard just thinking about being her one and only.
Antonio laughs at my petty comment. "Boss, the little woman has been quiet today, according to the staff. Josephine said she's still not eating. You must have worn her pussy out last night."
His words have me burning with rage, the heat so intense it makes the air around me crackle. A wave of raw power courses through my trembling hands as they reach out and grip tightly around his throat, my fingers digging into his flesh. I grit my teeth and hurl him against the wall with such force that the impact shakes the room.
My vision narrows, tunneling intensely, as I lock eyes with him, a mixture of rage and defiance burning in my gaze. Adrenaline is pumping through me, sharpening my perception of every detail, from the bead of sweat forming on his forehead to the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to breathe.
As I hold him there, my grip unyielding, a primal force shoots through my body. It's as if every cell is vibrating with ferocity. My rage is palpable, emanating from me until all I see is red. The walls seem to close in, the atmosphere thickening with an intense, brooding tension. Time itself seems to slow, as if the world is witness to my wrath. It would be so easy to crush the life out of this asshole for disrespecting Serena.
But beneath the anger, there is also a deep sense of protectiveness and care for my wife, fueling this surge of emotion. I'm a stranger to her, but she's not a stranger to me.
"Never disrespect what's mine again! If you want to see another day, remember Serena is MINE. She's my wife and the mother of my future children. Even if she is a means to an end, she's going to be mine to protect, and mine to terrorize. You do not get the same freedom."
His face, once flushed with life, now becomes pale as if drained of all vitality.
His breaths become shallow as he gasps for air, but I constrict his throat so tight it's difficult for him to take in the oxygen his body desperately needs. Each attempt to fill his lungs is futile, as if the air he craves is just out of reach. The sensation of suffocation intensifies his emotional turmoil, further exacerbating his distress.
Antonio was my father's right-hand man. He was taking a long leave of absence when his business was dismantled and all of my father's men were killed. Some sort of accident took him out for a few months. He wants revenge as much as I do.
Unfortunately for him, my wife has become more important to me than he has, and I will rip him apart if he ever speaks about her like that again.
After working all day, I walk down the hall to the guest room where my wife is. She smiles at me, and it sends a shiver down my spine. The gesture is so small and innocent, but I know she's churning inside. My Little Storm is waiting to make me pay for everything I've done to her. I can see the sparkle of mischief in her eyes.
As my eyebrow goes up, I look around the room. What has she done? I know she's done something; I can feel it.
"Wife, what are you up to?"
"Why would I be up to something?" Serena blinks innocently.
"I'm warning you now, Little Storm, that you will get a spanking if you've done something. Let's get ready for bed." I offer her my hand, and she walks with me to the bathroom where I turn on the shower.
"Are you still sore?"
"A little, but it doesn't matter because you aren't touching me again, asshole," she snaps.
I chuckle because the more she fights me, the more I love it. She doesn't want to want me, but her body can't help itself. I'm going to make her crave me as much as I crave her. I won't stop until she's so addicted to choking on my dick that she can't help herself.
After turning on the shower, I undress the both of us and lead her in.
"Can't I shower alone?" my little wife asks.
"No. We are going to do everything together."
Slowly massaging shampoo into my wife's hair, I keep my eyes on hers. She's glaring, but the more my hands massage her scalp, the more relaxed she becomes.
After shampooing and conditioning her long silky black hair, I pour body wash into the palm of my hand. Instead of using a washcloth, I reach using my soapy hands, starting at her neck and shoulders, and gently run them down her body. By the time we are both clean, I wrap a fluffy white towel around Serena, and we move into the bedroom.
When I walk over to the dresser and pull out a pair of boxers, I notice something on the waistband in large capital letters. Glancing over at Serena, I see her face downcast.
It seems my wife has sewn her name into my boxers, in hot pink embroidery thread, no less. My dick jerks and stiffens at the thought of her possessiveness.
Walking toward my wife, who is still wrapped in a white fluffy towel, I ask, "You marked me as yours, Little Storm?"
Her eyes connect with mine. "When you are out fucking your whores, I want them to know you have a wife at home. A wife you kidnapped and forced to marry you, and whose virginity you stole against her will. No way in hell is some floozy going to get what I've earned."
In a nanosecond, my dick goes hard as steel at the knowledge that she's possessive of me. Walking over to the closet, I unlock and reach into the concealed safe. "I've got a gift for you, Little Storm. I was going to wait until later to give it to you, but I think now is the right time."
Pulling out the gold choker that has a heart on one end and a padlock on the other, I run the chain inside of one another so that when I place it around Serena's neck, it will lock.
"A dog collar?" she retorts, offended.
"Not a dog collar. A collar of ownership, yes."
She pulls at the choker, trying to remove it, but she can't without the key that I have hidden.
"Little Storm, you are mine and you aren't getting this choker off unless I want it to come off."
As the choker tightens around her neck, I see the fear flashing in her eyes.
"I won't hurt you, Serena. You will come to enjoy this."
"Don't." She tries to pull away.
"Shh." I keep constant pressure on her choker, pulling the heart until the chain tightens on her neck as I reach down and start massaging my wife's clit. "You are going to have the best orgasm of your life. Let me show you how much pleasure I can give you."
Each inhale becomes more deliberate, as if her lungs are desperately trying to fill themselves with air against the resistance of the choker. The pressure on her throat creates a tightness, a sensation that intensifies with every passing moment.
As I continue to massage her clit, she becomes wet. The intensity of her fear is making her even more aroused. She'll feel more alive once I loosen the chain. Each time I touch her pussy lips, her breath hitches. Inserting a finger inside her, I gently fuck her as her breathing picks up even more rapidly.
As the choker tightens, her pupils dilate, expanding like dark tunnels in her irises. This involuntary response is a natural reaction to the body's fight-or-flight mode being triggered.
She should be feeling as if she's floating.
It's making me hard as a brick, and I want to slam my dick inside of her. She's so wet now, her juices are dripping down my hand.
As Serena's pussy tightens and flutters around my fingers, she lets out a moan as she reaches her release. I loosen the choker and she gasps before her eyes roll back in her head.
Confused by her own pleasure, she asks, "What have you done to me?"
"Little Storm, you are not the one in control. Remember, you are giving me all the control but also all the burden. You will hand over all of it to me and I will take care of you."
"You want to hurt my family, so no, I won't willingly hand you control. I will fight until my last breath and when I get the chance, I'm running away from you."
"You run. I will chase you, my sweet wife. I will burn the world down and kill anyone who tries to take you from me."
Snatching her by the chain on her throat, I jerk it, and it tightens to choke her. "Serena, you should know I keep my promises."
Reaching down, I pinch her nipple hard. She gasps as she's still over sensitive from the orgasm I just gave her.
"I thought you were my good girl, but since you want to be a bad girl instead, I'm going to treat you like one."
Cutting off her air again, I bring my lips to hers, shoving my tongue into her mouth forcefully, taking the kiss that I want.
Running my hands down between her legs, I feel the gush of wetness that tells me my wife isn't as much of a good girl as she wishes me to think.
I pull her hand until she's standing in front of our bed. "You need to submit, wife."
Kissing her forcefully again and then coming up for air, I loosen my grip on her choker. "No. I don't think my Little Storm is a good girl. You are definitely a bad girl, who needs to be punished. On your knees," I demand as I push her down.
Grabbing a handful of hair, I control her head so she can look up and meet my eyes. The glare of hatred she gives me makes my dick buck.
"Open your mouth. If you bite me, I'm going to punish you."
A lone tear runs down one cheek, and I place the tip of my dick on her lips. She puts her tongue out and catches the tiniest drop of precum on her tongue.
"Look at the little Martinelli princess on her knees, sucking my cock like a slut. The enemy's cock. Wouldn't your brothers love to get a video of this? If you don't be a good girl, I'm going to send them the video of me taking your virginity wrapped in a gift box with a bow."
Serena's eyes close and more tears cascade down her cheeks. Why is my heart pounding at the pain I see in her eyes? I don't feel guilty, and I sure don't give a fuck about a Martinelli slut. At least I shouldn't.
What the fuck is this tiny fireball of a woman doing to me?