His Angel

Chapter 12

"I now pronounce you as husband and wife. Congratulations. You may kiss the bride" The priest spoke.

Dante leaned in with now his hands on my waist as he captured my lips between his. His tongue now exploring my mouth in different ways. I didn't kiss back. Nor I will I ever.

Soon he left my mouth as he stared down at me before dragging me down the isle towards the exit. 

.....

The door shut behind us as he moved me against the now locked door.

He breathed heavily as he held my waist close to him.

"You look so fucking good right now" He whispered as his tongue sucked on my neck.

"St-t-o-op" I stuttered in between breathes

"Why would I want to stop pleasuring my wife?" His eyes now bored into mine instead of kissing me.

"A marriage on paper doesn't give you a free consent certificate where you can touch me however and whenever you want" I spoke as my voice was covered in hatred

He stared at me before slowly walking towards me his face inches from mine.

"But guess what Angel. It does give me the right" My brows furrowed

"In the mafia world, this marriage will prove that I am capable of power. This marriage will show you the power I hold."  He spoke as his eyes once again did not leave mine.

"I will touch you." He now held my arm within his big hands.

"Whenever I want to" He now had his hands on my neck.

"Wherever I want to" He spoke as his hand moved down to my vagina. Now cupping it. A large breath left  my mouth as a tried to free myself from him.

He then captured both of my hands in his caging them on top of my head.

"You. Are. Mine" He breathed out each word as his eyes refused to leave my eyes.

He let go of my hands and distanced himself. 

I tried to catch my breath as he now watched me.

"We have a reception to go to" He spoke before dragging me out once again.

I walked into the ball room where it was filled with different women with their husbands in suits having a good time.

I wish I could have had a good time. I wish I could have had married for love and not by force.

My eyes watered once again but I refused to let them fall.

I was now holding Dante's arm as he walked around the ball room talking to different men.

What if I could escape?

What if I just walk out of here and just leave?

Would I succeed? 

Of course not. He will get me and torture me to the point I cannot talk or walk anymore. 

But at the same time I cannot live like this. Live like a prisoner who just produces children.

I let out a huff as I looked around me to the guests.

"I will be back in a second, don't go anywhere" Dante spoke beside me before he left my hand and walked the other direction.

Perfect!

I can leave.

I can go.

I can be free.