Mia Moglie

**Kiara**

“Liar.” He rolled me suddenly onto my back, pinning me beneath his heavy body. His ice-blue eyes gleamed in the low light filtering through the curtains, dangerous and hungry. Blood streaked his sharp jaw, his chest, even matted in the dark hair trailing down his abdomen. He looked like a demon who had crawled straight from hell.

And he was beautiful,terrifyingly beautiful.Rossi braced himself on one forearm, his free hand trailing through the mess on my skin,smearing the dried crimson across my breasts, circling my hardened ns until I arched despite myself.

“Look at you,” he growled softly. “My sweet, innocent Kiara… painted in death because of me. Your father offered you like a lamb to the slaughter, your little friend Lorenzo watched with jealous eyes, and enemies tried to take you from me before I could even taste you properly.”

He lowered his head, dragging his tongue slowly over the swell of my breast, licking away a streak of blood. The rough texture made me shiver violently.

“I kill without mercy for what’s mine,” he continued, voice darkening. “Tonight I put bullets in skulls and glass in eyes for you. Tomorrow I’ll do worse to anyone who threatens this alliance,or you,and you will sleep every night covered in the consequences if I decide it pleases me.”

His mouth closed over my nipple sucking hard enough to make me cry out. One hand slid between my legs again, fingers plunging deeper this time, stretching my virgin walls with deliberate slowness.

“So wet,” he groaned against my skin. “Even covered in blood, your body knows its master. It’s preparing itself for me. Getting soft and slick so I can wreck this untouched heat on our wedding night.”

I whimpered, hips bucking involuntarily as his fingers curled inside me, stroking that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

“Rossi… please… the blood…”

He lifted his head, eyes stormy with lust and possession. “We’ll bathe when I say. When I’ve reminded you exactly who you belong to. When you’ve come on my fingers while still wearing the blood of my enemies.”

His thumb pressed firmly on my heat, rubbing in tight circles while his fingers pumped faster.

“Come for me, Kiara,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.

No,no no no I didn't want to, if I obey him today I won't be able to.... shit

The pleasure built unbearably fast,shame, fear, and dark desire twisting together until I shattered with a broken cry. My walls clenched desperately around his thick fingers as waves of unwanted ecstasy crashed through me.

Rossi watched me withsatisfaction, never stopping his movements until I was a trembling, oversensitive mess beneath him.

Only then did he slowly withdraw his hand, bringing his glistening fingers to my lips.

“Open,” he commanded.

I obeyed, too dazed to resist. He pushed his fingers into my mouth, letting me taste myself mixed with the faint copper of blood.

“Good girl,” he praised darkly. “Now sleep. Tomorrow we face your family. Your jealous little shadow Lorenzo will probably try to play hero again. Bianca will scheme from the shadows. And I’ll remind every single one of them what happens to those who threaten what’s mine.”

He rolled us again, pulling me back against his chest, both of us still sticky with dried blood and sweat and my release.

His arm locked around me tighter than before, his cock still hard and insistent against my ass.

“No bathing tonight, *mia moglie*,” he whispered against my hair, voice thick with dark promise. “I want you to wake up tomorrow still smelling like me. Still feeling what I spilled for you. Still knowing you’re already ruined… even if I haven’t fucked you yet.”

I lay there in the dark, heart pounding, body aching, the blood on my skin a chilling reminder of the monster I was about to marry.

Damnit Kiara you need to wake up from this horrible nightmare.