Broken

Elena's POV:

“Why do you deny me what's mine?” He growled, his eyes boring into mine like a stormy sky.

I swallowed the nervous knot tightening in my throat and ignoring the way my heart was beating faster, I tried to shove him off with all my might.

His lips thinned into a smirk, before he rolled away, letting me go.

“I could take what I want.” He said coldly from over his shoulders, his back now firmly turned to me.

Of course he could, he was much stronger than me, But then..

“I would hate you for it until the end of days.”

He laughed, a mirthless, dry laughter. “You think I care about that?”

I didn't reply to that. My fists were clenched firmly to my sides, as I glared at him sitted at the foot of the bed.

“This isn't a marriage of love, and you do already hate me. I can see it in your eyes.” He continued.

Right on both counts too. If there was something else more than hate, then that'd be the word.

“Get up.” He suddenly growled, pushing off his feet.

“Why?” I challenged.

“Now.” He commanded, turning to face me— his eyes turned into dark pearls that made shivers run down my spine.

I climbed off the bed and stopped just inches from me.

“Turn around.” Another command.

My heart fell. But I did, shaking furiously but helpless to stop it. I was his, well my father had made sure of that.

I could hear Dimitri come up behind me, his hands grasped my shoulders.

I held my breath, eyes fluttering shut— heart slamming with fear and panic.

I wouldn't make a sound. I swear, I wouldn't make any sound.

But not crying was a loosing battle. The first tears already clung to my lashes and were already dripping onto my skin and burning a trail down my cheeks and chin.

Dimitri slid his hands over my collarbones, then down to the edge of my dress.

My lips quivered and another tear dropped from my chin. His hands tensed against my body.

For a moment neither of us moved. He turned me to face him and pushed my chin up. His cold gray eyes scanned my face, peering down at my cheeks wet with silent tears, then my eyes.

Our eyes caught for a second before he jerked back from me, dropping his hands from around me and muttering a string of Italian curses.

Next thing, he was slamming his fist into the neighboring wall, his voice heavy with frustration.

I gasped and jumped back, as his fist connected with the wall a second time.

What was he doing?

I pressed my lips together, as I watched Dimitri's back. Shoulders jerking and heaving as if he was trying to force himself back into control.

What have I done?

I have finally pissed him off, he's going to kill me!

Shit!

My eyes darted towards the door, maybe I could reach it before he turned around. Maybe I could even escape..maybe..

fuck!

He turned around. All hopes of rushing out through the door and running out disappeared from my mind like they had never been there.

Instead, I retreated back slowly as he advanced on me. I flinched when he was just inches from me and my back was now firmly plastered against the wall.

A dark smile curled up on his face and my heart jackhammered even more faster.

Dimitri's brows drew together and his eyes roamed the length of my body.

I stiffened, drawing into the wall as if to dissolve through it and escape his intense scrutiny.

“That is the fifth time you've shielded from me this evening.” He said in a low voice, almost inaudible.

I flinched again and this time, he pushed forward stamping out the ventilation in the little space we were craddled up in.

“That's six times.” He murmured and almost the same time, his gaze dropped down to my bosoms and he drew a sharp breath, I flinched again — cowering to protect myself.

“That's seven.” He snapped.

My nostrils flared, anger suddenly surging up through me.

Did he think if I was married to the man loved, I did purposely flinched from him on our wedding night?

My thoughts were interrupted the next second as I felt a sudden tug on the bow that was holding my panties.

I flattened myself to the wall, while muttering almost inaudibly again. “Please don't.”

His face turned into the same cold frown again and his fingers jerked my chin up to look him in the eye.

“Tonight you beg me to spare you, but one day you're going to beg me to fuck.”

I wouldn't! I will never! I will only open up to the man I love!

He leaned closer, his breath hot against my skin. “Don't think because I don't claim my rights today that you aren't mine, Elena. No other man will ever have what belongs to me.”

I tried to nod my head, but that only made his grip on my chin tighten. “If I catch a man kissing you, I'll cut off his tongue. If I see a man touching you, I'll cut off his hands and if I catch you in bed with anyman.” He drew in a sharp breath, I held mine in— eyes locked with his.

“I'll cut off his balls and make you watch while I feed them to him. Are we fucking clear?”

I shuddered, too frightened to give any coherent answer.

“Are we clear?” He repeated, louder.

I nodded. Once and then twice, in quick succession.

He turned away from me and stalked out of the room, banging the door hard behind him.

I dropped slowly to the floor, tears forming in my eyes. The pressure of the last forty eight hours crashing down on me. Helplessness, fear, anger and hatred clawed through my insides as I smouldered a sob in my throat.

How could father do this to me!

How could the man supposed to protect me, ruin my entire life!

And now I had to deal with this monster!

Another loud sob tore out of my throat, the tears spilled out uncontrollably but the weight on my chest didn't leave. It grew heavier and heavier untill I couldn't hold it any more and another loud sob burst out of me.

I pulled my legs up against my chest, making myself as small as possible and then let the floodgates flow in freewheel.

I was never going to get out of this marriage alive.

I was never fucking going to suffer a day with this monster!

This killer! He even killed a man on our wedding night, maybe even more than one— who fucking knew!

Oh, Elena! Oh, Elena!

Another sob.

The door burst open and I heard footsteps march in. Then it slammed shut again.

“When you're done with your damn tear party, get yourself into bed.”Dimitri's cold voice cut through my sniffing and sobbing.

I ignored him, still crying my heart out.

“And you should try to keep it down too, I'm trying to catch some bit of sleep down here.”

fuck you, Dimitri!

I howled even louder.

There was no way you were making my life miserable and still getting to have a good night sleep!