Empress Of Wrath, Blood And Desire

Chapter 7: Bodies on Bodies

Marcellous "Marcello" Di Capo POV

It is the following day, and my ray of sunshine has been driving me out of this world crazy

All I had yearned to do was get her out of bed and down for breakfast but she would not come down and persist to fight and nastily scold everyone that tried to get her down to eat what was supposed to be breakfast but now it is lunchtime.

"Angel, you have to eat something..." I assert, running my hands over my face with frustration and adoration as I stare at her hanging onto the headboard with a fierce, absolutely alluring look.

The only thing she allowed me to do was tend to the wounds I gave her yesterday, her punishment for misbehaving, and because I desperately wanted to have a taste. I wanted to taste what I had missed so much.

Her.

Out of all the women I've encountered, none possess her cold, vicious intensity. Her gaze alone is more powerful than I anticipated, and I can't help but wonder who shattered her, unleashing the fury and deadliness she wears like damn armor.

From what I've learned, she's no longer just a woman- she's a beast.

And not one to play with.

I knew she had a fiery fire in her from the moment we met cause God, I was smitten and in love at first sight.

The action where she pulled a gun on my soldiers and then at me said a lot, I knew she was the woman to have my kids, to marry and love.

If I wasn't who I was, I would have crumbled by just her firm and hard stares. Not to mention how sexy she is with it.

Who is this woman? That is something I am willing to find out.

There is no second around her where I am not even hard because I am. I even sense myself pre-cumming just by the little actions she does around me.

The way I crave her should be a crime. No one should have this kind of power over me, this hunger that gnaws at my sanity, driving me to the brink. I'd die just for a taste of her. And if I'm lucky enough to get more than I deserve? I might not survive it.

My perfect girl.

The moon to my night and the star to my sky.

The thought of her having another man having their way with her boils my blood and fuels every anger level within me to the point I want to explode.

Not as long I am alive, there will be no one else to be in her life but only me. She is mine to have, mine to kiss, mine to love and mine to fuck.

Yesterday when I had my soldiers scour every possible place I hoped her to be, they spotted her hours later at a store and then followed her.

The idiots lost her after a while but found her again at a nightclub. The club where she flirted, danced, and went to fuck that fuckface of a dead piece of shit man.

I had my soldiers bring me tapes of every angle of that night at the club and I watched it all with an infuriation not even the devil himself could understand and handle.

I brutally murdered a few of my soldiers in a pit of anger before I had them take me where they had fucked. I hated that they had only told me about her after she had fucked that man, who I had killed. If I had gotten there earlier I would've stopped them and murdered him in front of her as a lesson before fucking her myself because dick is what she wants. So that is what she gets.

There was no way that man could've survived when he touched what was mine, kissed, or felt inside out. I tortured him, cut his small size dick off then his fingers before his entire body into pieces. After that, I found my angel, wasn't pleased where I found her, but I am glad that I did.