The Mafioso's Corpse Bride

chapter 13

HER FOREHEAD knitted into a thin line. She clearly has no idea who that man is or what that person is supposed to have to do with her.

"You're sick!" she shouted and struggled from his grip. She can't believe this man is acting like this with someone she doesn't even know.

Israel's face turned grim. He still had a smile plastered on his face, but she could easily tell that he was not one bit happy at all.

"Am I? I am right?" he replied before letting out a mocking laugh. For a second there, he appeared as though he were a lunatic, contrary to the man who has always been stoic and cunning.

"You're the one that made me like this, Althea! You are!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, leaning his face forward as he stared at her with those crazy-looking eyes.

The more she looked into those eyes, the more she felt this fear creeping into her system, one that felt like all of the hair in her body was rising.

"S-Stop," she murmured instinctively. Her eyes were wavering, consumed by the unknown feeling crawling up her spine. It was not enough to call it fear; it was something more . . . something horrifying.

The man was gripping her two hands strongly with just one hand while the other was squeezing her cheeks roughly.

"Don't you remember him, Amor?" the man remarked again that it made her confused and scared.

"W-Who?" she replied, stuttering. She continued to squirm away from him.

"Peterson," he said in a monotone, moving his other hand from her cheeks to her chin and lifting it slowly.

"I . . . I have no idea what you're talking about!" she firmly said and looked straight into those hallowed eyes despite not understanding anything. Afterwards, silence suddenly reigned over them.

It looked like Israel finally calmed down until he slowly lost his grip on her wrists.

"Let go of me—" But before Althea could even push the man away, he was quick to react and embrace her into a kiss. He pinned her back down to the sofa and inserted his tongue inside her mouth. "S-Stop! What the hell . . . you psycho! This is rape! Stop!" Althea continued to yell in between the intoxicating heat forming inside of her.

She was doing her best to fight off the urges building up inside of her, knowing full well that she had been quite sensitive since earlier.

She glared and struggled the best way she could until she had the chance to bite his lower lip, causing the man to lose his grip for a second.

"Fuck," the man cussed in a deep baritone voice.

He wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth before adjusting the necktie wrapped around his neck.

Even if Althea wanted to escape the scene as best as she could, she couldn't do so since the man was sitting above her. The man had complete control over her body as he removed his tie and suddenly grabbed one of her hands again.

"N-No!" she yelled when she noticed what he was planning to do next. She squirmed her left arm up and down, making it hard for Israel to grab onto it with her right hand.

"Come on, sweetie. Just give up," the man uttered as he continued to catch her hands together.

"Why would I? This is rape, asshole!" Althea spouted.

Indeed, she was an amusing little wife.

After a short while, the man finally caught her wrists together and then leaned forward towards her face. "Is this supposed to be rape?" the man asked her, as though he were stating an obvious remark in mockery.

If only she could scream at the top of her lungs and have everyone help her get away from it, but she already knew from the start that this office might have been soundproof since this is where most information is kept. And even if it were not soundproof, would anyone help her, considering that this is this monster's den?

"Of course, it is!" Althea argued, glaring at the man with all her might. If only this man could even come nearer, she'd bite that nose of his to rid him of his confidence.

The man's laughter erupted through the four corners of the room as he finished tying up her hands together. The look on her face was the most beautiful he had ever

That's right, she needs to be more desperate and scared . . . he should destroy her more until she wouldn't be able to think without him.

"And who would believe that?" Israel asked her, which made her stop for a second. "A marriage of convenience, indeed, you can put this marriage in that way," he started, as though he were dwelling back on the conversation they had before.

"However, regardless of how this marriage was established, it does not change the fact that you are my wife," Israel said before he roughly pulled on the collar of her dress, causing her to choke.

"Althea, Amor . . . who would believe that I raped my wife?" he asked that, and it made her tremble beyond words.

She was right; he was the cruelest man she had ever met. one that could make you doubt your beliefs and twist you to your doom.

Israel then started kissing her from her neck to her collarbone while his other hand moved to travel across her body. He made sure to leave her a lot of marks as the woman felt the ticklish sensation of a warm thing engulfing her body little by little.

Her mind might be telling her "no" to everything, but a body's stimuli still respond quite strongly to desire and lust.

A smirk formed on his lips when he finally heard the woman moan in intoxication.

"F . . . Fuck you," Althea continued to utter, still continuing to resist the full pleasure she was feeling. He spread her quite boldly from below and inserted two of his fingers inside, making the woman let go of her body. "F-Fuck!" she yelled when she felt her body giving in more.

There was that same disgusting feeling forming in the pit of her stomach, but at the same time . . . her body couldn't help but just surrender.

Althea bit her lip. Even when she tried to hide all of the weak moans she was meaning to let out, she couldn't completely hide them from him.

"Just moan as loud as you want; no one will hear," the man whispered in her ear as though he knew what was going through her head. The sound of his voice close to her ear was giving her a different sensation, followed by that warm breath that seemed to melt her away.

"Damn it!" Althea groaned, and before she knew it, her body couldn't keep up anymore, and she felt her hips following his rhyme until she let loose of the liquid inside of her.

"You cummed," the man mumbled before nibbling on her ear.

The night was just young, and even if she didn't want what was happening, she knew what was coming next.

The place was filled with the erotic smell of two colliding bodies, followed by the alluring sound of moans echoing through the four corners of the room. Underneath the roof of a starless night sky, the man claimed his woman over and over until she couldn't resist him any more.

That's what he thought until he finally stopped and saw the tears in his wife's eyes, full of anger and disgust.

She spoke, "Don't get me wrong, leash me all you want, but if you give me even the slightest chance to escape, I'll make sure to run away from this wretched place, even if it's the last thing I do."

A smile formed onto his lips. "Well, I wish you luck, Amor," the man commented before he caressed her stomach gently.