𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚
25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him.
𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬
20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth per...
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I couldn't help but tremble as me and Elliott walked inside his mansion, side by side. It was already one at the morning when we left the venue. Ever since we have entered the car, Elliott hasn't even glanced at me once, let alone talk with me.
I knew he was mad at me just by seeing his cold face. He kept clenching and unclenching his jaw as we went up the stairs. I was scared for my life for what I was about to face soon. I know he won't spare me. But I still don't regret a thing that I said to him. He needed to hear the truth.
My heart almost leaped out of my throat when I heard the door of his bedroom door slam shut. I turn around fearfully and saw it was Elliott who shut it. He turned towards me with a smile, a sadistic, chilling smile which sent a shiver down my spine.
"Are you ready for our first night together as husband and wife, my love?"
That was all I needed to hear before I took a run for the bathroom. I almost tripped over my long gown but still managed to make inside the bathroom and slam the door shut, even though I very well knew that there was no escape from him.
I slid down on the floor and cupped my hands over my mouth, muffling the loud sobs that tried leaving my lips. A flinch came out from me each time he banged on the door like a crazy person, seconds away from breaking it.
"Open the fucking door, Sirena, right now!"
His infuriated yells reverberated around the bathroom, causing me to shrink against the wall. My heart was vibrating in fear. I wanted to disappear or better yet, die. I was terrified of what he was talking about. I knew he would try something tonight and there is absolutely nothing that can stop him.
My breath got stuck in my throat when I heard the clicking sound of keys come from outside. The doorknob kept twisting and turning in a frantic manner, as I dug my nails into my palm out of sheer panic.
He has the keys.
Jumping up to my wobbly feet, I scramble across the bathroom once the door smashes open, pieces of wood falling on the floor. A large hand grips my hair from behind in fists, yanking me back harshly.
I jumped up in fright and was about to run inside the shower when the door slammed open. But before I could, a hand pulled my hair back with so much force that it felt like it was going to leave my scalp.
"Let me go!" I shouted, shedding tears of terror as Elliott dragged me inside his bedroom by my hair. His disheveled appearance made him look even scarier, not to mention how his aura turned more chilly and dark. He looked psychotic.
A sudden, sharp pain greeted me behind my head when he threw me on the king-sized bed. I touched my scalp and felt something wet and warm trickled down my nape. My head hit the headboard a bit too hard, I guess.
I tried to block out the throbbing pain in my head and rather focus on the psychopath standing infront of me. He still didn't notice that my head was hurt as he fixed his murderous glare on my shivering form.
"No matter how much I try to excuse your disobedience and be lenient with you, you keep repeating the same mistake again and again." Elliott said in a low, dead voice, his eyes darkening with each word. "It is about time I show you whom you rightfully belong to, no?"
He stepped forward with each word in a threatening manner, loosening his tie slowly. His terrifying eyes were dead set on mine, conveying a silent promise of brutal ruination. I pulled my knees to my chest, rocking myself back and forth while sobbing uncontrollably. The immense feeling of dread and trepidation was making my body numb.
Within a blink of an eye, he was above me with his hands pinning my wrists over my head. A scream tore from my throat as he held the neckline of my dress and ripped it apart. The tearing sound of clothes made me shut my eyes close in humiliation, tears rolling down my closed eyelids.
I wriggled my wrists in his death-grip, desperately trying to cover whatever dignity I still had left. "Please, d-don't do this." I whispered, sniffling after catching his dark gaze dancing up and down my body. The red, lacy lingerie covering my private assets did very little to shield my body from him.
"Cazzo." Elliott rasped out, his tone dropping an octave. He rolled his tongue over his bottom lip while his glinting eyes racked over my body. There was a different kind of glint in his eyes which I never saw before and it was filling me with dread. "You are gorgeous, love."
His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me tight against his chest, thumbs rubbing down my waist with a gentleness that only heightened my panic. I shrieked out in fear when he dipped in face between the valley where my shoulder and neck met, his nose nuzzling against my skin.
"Please, stop." I pleaded, tears running down my cheeks as I tried to push off his heavy weight from top of me. It was futile, seeing how he barely budged an inch. "Get off me."
His chest rumbled with a deep chuckle, as he pulled his face out of the crook of my neck and met my quivering gaze. I squeezed my eyes close and trembled beneath him like a leaf as he leaned closer and kissed my eyelids, brushing the tears streaking my cheek with his thumb.
"I don't need permission to touch my wife, love. You are mine. Mine to love, mine to hurt, mine to ravish and most definitely, mine to make love with." He tilted his head, tapping my nose with each word. "Just relax, close those pretty eyes and let me make you feel good. I promise I will be gentle if you-"
The amusement voice in his voice was sickening. I was a shaking mess when he talked about making love. He can't do this. I can't do this. I will die if he rapes me. It will ruin me.
Before I could even think, my hand flew out of his grasp and connected with his cheek as a loud slap echoed through the room. He deserved it. For every single thing he put me through and was going to put me through.
Elliott grip on me instantly loosened and his face turned to side due to the force. He slowly turned to look at me with a dark glare etched upon his face.
"I am not yours, Elliott. I never was and never will be. This stupid marriage that happened between you and me means nothing to me. I am not your wife nor will I ever accept you as my husband. You are a poor excuse of a human being who forced everything upon me just for his own sadistic desires. I hate you, Elliott. From the bottom of my heart and from every inch of my body, I hate you and I will never love y-"
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