Page 74 of Mafia Princess

He placed a wrapped box with a big red bow on the bed. “I brought you something.”

“I don’t want it.”

Coolly, he placed his hands in his pockets and took a deep breath, never taking his eyes off me. Then he reached for the box and untied the ribbon. In horror, I watched as he opened the box and pulled out a pearl embroidered, white, knee-length dress.

“What is that?”

He held it up. “It’s your wedding dress.”

My stomach turned, and I placed my hands flush against the wall behind me, clawing my nails into the wallpaper. “I’m not wearing that.”

He shrugged, completely unaffected by my refusal. “Well, it’s either the dress, or you get married naked. Either way is fine by me. Although I’d prefer you naked, since that would make it so much easier afterward.”

“Make what easier?” I had no idea why I asked that stupid question, since I already knew the goddamn answer.

A smug grin appeared on his face. “Well, we consummate our marriage, of course.”

My knees went weak, and I trembled as panic flared up inside me like a disease. The thought of him touching me again, claiming me, moving inside me, made me sick to my stomach. There was no way I’d survive it.

“Enzio, please don’t do this,” I pleaded as a tear slipped down my cheek. “I’m begging you.”

With sheer determination beaming from his dark eyes, he walked toward me, and with every step he took, I felt a piece of my soul wither away.

When he stopped, there were only a few inches of distance between us. He slanted his head and studied my face, staring at me like I was his most prized possession.

“It’s already done, little lamb. It’s all arranged. We’ll be married within the hour.”

I gasped as my entire world crashed down around me.An hour? A fucking hour?

He wiped a tear from my face with his thumb and placed his finger in his mouth, sucking off the moisture like he was relishing the taste of my pain. And then his eyes turned black, every contour of his face painted with lust and desire.

“I’m starting to think I don’t want to wait until we’ve said our vows before I claim you again.” He grabbed my hand and forced it against his crotch, making me feel how hard he was. “Feel that? That’s all you, little lamb. That’s what you do to me, so maybe I should give it to you right now.”

I yanked my hand out of his. “Stay the fuck away from me.”

Enzio jerked forward and wrapped his hand around my throat, pushing me harder against the wall. “What did I say about you talking to me with respect?”

I grabbed at his hand squeezing around my neck. “Enzio—”

“Do you want to beg? Do you want to beg me not to touch you?” He leaned forward, his cold lips hovering over mine. “Do you want to beg me not to kiss you?” With a vile stroke of his tongue, he licked all the way over my chin and lips, my insides coiling tight. “Do you want to beg me not to flick my tongue all around your slick pussy until I can taste your cum on my lips?”

“Please…” I could hardly get the word out with his fingers tightening around my throat.

“Maybe I should just fuck you now, get it over with. After you’ve felt me between your legs once more, you’ll forget all about that cocksucker detective.”

With a violent jerk, he let go of my neck and took a step back. I coughed and gagged, my body desperate for air.

“But I have a better idea. Take off your clothes.”

I was still gasping, my throat burning with every breath.

“I said, take off your clothes.”

I couldn’t move. My feet were frozen to the spot. And then his arm swept through the air before the back of his hand lashed against my cheek, sending me straight to the ground. I cried out as I tasted my own blood.

Enzio towered over me as I lay helplessly on the floor before him. “When I tell you to do something, you do not fucking hesitate. Get the fuck up, and take off your clothes. Or would you like me to rip them off you?”

Dark, menacing eyes glared down at me, and all I could do was listen. Obey. Submit. The metallic taste of blood was proof enough that I would not survive otherwise.

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