Chapter 5

Ivan

Cristiano was here yesterday to talk about the wedding, and today, they’re getting married. And I had to attend like the supportive brother I would never be.

I hissed angrily, staring at the mirror as I adjusted my neck tie. I wasn’t good with ties, and hated the whole idea of suit.

“Need help?” I jumped in shock as a cold voice rang across the room. I turned around, and the fucker was standing at the entrance with a cocky smile.

Fucking Cristiano Vito.

“Was your plan to give me a heart attack, and steal the Hernandez wealth?” I asked with a clenched teeth. He chuckled with a glint in his eyes, taking long strides towards me.

“You have a sharp mouth.” He remarked with a smile, “but I like it.” He whispered into my ear, biting my earlobe.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?“ I barked angrily, pushing him away, and wiping off his disgusting spit from my ears.

“I hate being pushed.” He warned with that smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“And I hate being touched like that!” I shot back angrily, taking one bold step towards him. Did he think I was scared of his stupid reputation in the underworld?

“You hate being touched?” He asked with amusement, “or you don’t like mine?”

“You’re a man, not a woman.” I responded flatly, snapping my head back to the mirror.

“You don’t hate my touch then?” He pressed like some crazy psycho. I breathed out sharply, choosing to ignore him.

“You haven’t paid your debt, bébé.” He muttered in a serious tone, staring at me from the mirror.

Bébé was a French word for my baby. I spent my childhood in France with my mother.

“Don’t call me that again.” I warned with a straight face, “And I don’t owe you.”

“You do, bébé.” He insisted, his hand wounding around my waist.

“Are you crazy?” I squirmed around, slapping off his arms but he tightened them even more.

“You smelled good, Ivan.” He licked my neck, inhaling my cologne like it was oxygen. Just what the fuck is wrong with him? Was he high on something?

“I will scream if you don’t let me go.” I threatened, but it was useless. No one was home except for me, and him.

“I saved your ass, and now you’re trying to run without my reward?” He persisted with a sinister look. He’s insane.

“You would have been in the hospital if I didn’t catch you.” He continued, unbuttoning my shirt. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt his fingers brush my skin.

“You might be pretty, but I don’t like ungrateful little boys, bébé.” He informed, clicking his tongue, and pinching my nipple.

A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. What is wrong with me?

“So you do love my touch, Ivan.” He teased in satisfaction, his eye’s darkened in lust. My body trembled in fear from the way he stared at me.

Pretty, Bébé, and his stares. He wasn’t straight.

“You’re…into men.” I stuttered in realization.

He shook his head in response, spinning me around. “No, Ivan. I like naive little boys like you.” He admitted, his eyes lowering to my groin.

“How about you?” His eyes were fixed on my groin, “You don’t look that straight to me.”

I shut my eyes, balling my fist, but Cristiano caught it before I could swing it to his face. He clenched his jaw, pushing me against the hard wall. He raised my hand above my head, clutching it hard.

I gasped in shock when I felt his lips on mine. I felt his hardened length on my thigh, as he devoured my lips like a hungry lion. I was hyperventilating, struggling to push him down off, but he was way stronger. I raised my knee, but he was always a step ahead.

“Don’t fight it, Ivan.” He whispered into my lips, parting my legs, and grinding harder.

“At the end of the day, you’re mine.” He whispered against my skin, pulling away. I was breathless, and burning with anger.

“Tie.” He ordered, but I shot him daggers. He was marrying my sister, yet here he was assaulting me. Why was he even here in the first place? Did I want to hit him? Yes.

Can I actually hit him? No.

“Get out.” I barked, clenching my fist. He raised his hands in surrender before staggering out of the room with a sly smile.

I screamed when he left, shredding off the suit, and stepping into the room. I was disgusted by myself, and my lack of control over intimacy. I was hard for a man? That’s low even for me.

“Ivan.” Carlos called, storming into the room. I was out of the bathroom, and dressed in my casuals.

“Why weren’t you here earlier?” I snapped the second my eyes landed on him.

He stared at me in confusion, but I was already in a sour mood, and didn’t bother explaining. He wouldn’t believe me even if I did.

“Let’s go.” I stated, and hummed trailing behind me.

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“Do you—Cristiano Vito take Mia Hernandez as your lawfully wedded wife?” The priest asked in front of the podium.

I was sitting at the back of the gathering to avoid Cristiano’s prying eyes on my body.

“Yes, I do.” He responded in the usual stoic tone, but I knew better. He was a molester.

My eyes were burning into his face at that moment, and the fury burned within me as the image from earlier replayed in my head. If Mia wasn’t such a bitch, I would have saved her from marrying that scumbag. But they were meant for each other.

I snapped my eyes back to my phone, texting my next fuck for the night. I need a quick fuck, or I lose my mind.

“I know you hate her, but can we congratulate her at least?” Carlos whispered in a low tone, and my fist connected with his face before I realized it.

“What the hell, Ivan!” He cursed, holding his face pain. That’s when I realized what I had done. Eyes were on me, but I couldn’t explain that it was instinct.

“Such a powerful punch.” Cristiano taunted, clapping his hard as he approached me.

“Fuck you, Cristiano.” I growled angrily, and he smirked at me, taking a step closer.

“You will fuck me soon, bébé.” He muttered in a low tone, and my face flushed in anger.

“Fucking bastard!” I growled, swinging my fist to his face or should I say to the ground.