LOGINElara POV
I knew my role in this life. I knew I was to submit, to be quiet, and to do what my husband said when he said it. I’d been raised that way from birth. It was all I’d ever known. And I kept my mouth shut when I disagreed with any of it. “I’m going to die today,” I said to myself as I stared at my reflection. Today was my wedding day, the first day of my marriage. An arranged one to a cruel, heartless man. I’d heard theOnce again, I was consumed by my insatiable need for my pretty little wife, and I had no regard for Elara’s comfort. I hoped I’d never break her spirit. It’d be rather boring if all the fight left her and all that remained was a willing victim. My body leaned into her as my hands glided over her silky skin, feeling my way up and down her flat belly and perfect tits. I smoothed my fingers over her puffy pussy lips. She really was a beautiful girl. Her body was soft, lush, and untouched. Her body was mine in all ways. “I enjoy knowing I’m the only man who’s ever touched you, Elara. I’m the only one who will ever touch you for the rest of your life.” I hummed as she hollowed out her cheeks and tried to keep up with my thrusting. “It almost makes me want to be gentle with you, but then I remember the family you’re from, and all those thoughts of kindness just float away revealing themselves as momentary acts of delusion.” Sali
She wriggled to get me to let go of her wrists, but I just tightened my hands on her further. “I think from now on I’m going to have you naked and on display. You want to be a bad girl, then I’m going to make sure every man knows you as nothing more than my pretty whore.” Elara murmured, her words slurred and muffled by my cock. I ignored her and focused on the bliss of her warm, wet mouth and the sound of her head repeatedly banging the wall behind her. “That’s it, sweetheart. Relax that little throat and take Daddy all the way back. I want to fill your belly with my cum so you're good and full.” I bared my teeth, but before we could really play, the alarm went off. I reluctantly pulled out of her mouth and adjusted myself. “We’ll have to finish this in our suite, sweet girl.” Elara attempted to rise, but I placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down. She stared at me with wide, teary eyes, her mascara
KAEL POV My cousin was a pretty little thing. Prim and proper. Innocent. Virginal. Under normal circumstances, any man would be proud to traipse around the venue, flaunting his new possession. But I wasn’t interested in showing Elara off. My desires were of a more dubious nature. A burning fire that wanted to blaze with her until all there was left was a shell. It was bad enough they'd forced me to marry the daughter of Russian trash and a traitorous mother. There was no way I would allow her to think she was anything more than an object purchased to satisfy my most carnal needs. “Time to leave, Principessa,” I growled in her ear. Elara stared blankly at me as her body shook. She was frightened. A pretty doe caught at the end of the barrel of a hunter’s gun. But she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut and simply nod. We made our way through the reception crowd, giving our final pleasantries, before I rushed her into the elevato
He paused but showed no emotion or reaction to me flinching. The gruff sound he made came a second before he snagged a lock of my hair and twirled it around his finger. He tugged on it hard enough my head tipped to the side from the force, and a gasp left me. His smile was slow and lazy, and then he was pressing his full body to mine. “But… surprisingly… I approve.” He said that last word with this little purr in his voice. “Let’s see what else I approve of.” Those words were deeply and gruffly spoken at the same time he let go of my hair then grabbed and pulled up the bottom of my wedding gown. On instinct, I reached down, trying to push it back into place. This was wrong not only because of how fast things were going and how he was going to take something from me I wasn’t willing to give but also because he was my first cousin. And although these types of arrangements weren’t uncommon in our world, the fact I’d be sexually intimate
Elara POV I knew my role in this life. I knew I was to submit, to be quiet, and to do what my husband said when he said it. I’d been raised that way from birth. It was all I’d ever known. And I kept my mouth shut when I disagreed with any of it. “I’m going to die today,” I said to myself as I stared at my reflection. Today was my wedding day, the first day of my marriage. An arranged one to a cruel, heartless man. I’d heard the countless rumors of Kael Bueneventura before. My mother’s nephew. He was a killer, a torturer. He reveled in being brutal and vicious. And now I was going to be tied to him for the rest of my life. My gown was nothing more than a costume for a wedding that was just for show, when the marriage itself was merely based on blood, money, and power. I was a pawn in a deadly chess game. The mouse for a hungry feline. “Look happy, Elara, or you’ll ruin t
My irritation was still strong within me over the arranged marriage, and I’d use that frustration tonight. I’d purge it from my system. We’d gotten to one nightclub we owned ten minutes ago and made our way down to the basement. Once in the bowels of the club, I stepped through the open doorway the Family used for less savory endeavors that needed handling. I saw several of my men already in the room, some with splatters of blood on their shirts, others wearing sadistic grins. I stopped when I was a few feet into the space. The door shut behind me, sealing me in with my men and the rat. I zeroed in on Lorenzo. He was on a chair, his arms tied behind his back, his ankles secured to the legs of the chair with rope. His face was fucked up with a busted lip, blood dripping down his chin, and his eyes nearly swollen shut. They were black and blue, and his nose was crooked after being broken. I could have bitched at the fa







