The Pauper for The Princess

It was their wedding night,

She quietly sat on the corner of the bed in his huge bedroom. The bedroom was decorated beautifully with roses, lilies and candles just to make the wedding night more beautiful and special.

Nina, on the other hand, didn't have the expressions on her face that a newlywed bride would have. She was not happy, nor did she blush, in fact, she didn't even show sorrow or cried to pretend that she has been forcibly married to him. The only thing she was full of was anger. Her eyes depicted the rage and frustration she felt. And today, it felt like she was ready to unleash all the anger and frustration she felt on the person who made her this angry.

She kept on looking out of the window when the door creaked open. She could clearly hear the footsteps approaching and within few seconds the door was shut closed. The person who entered the room was none other than her husband. 

"It feels so great, that I finally got the most precious thing in the world. The most beautiful gem," he chuckled as he walked towards the mini bar present in the room.

"How are you feeling by the way? So that now you are my wife, the most powerful woman in this country," he asked her as he poured the most expensive bourbon he had in his glass. 

She didn't tend to reply to his words, in fact, the rage which was visible in her eyes tend to grow more as she kept on looking out of the window and it was evident from her increased rate of breath.

"Well, today I proved, that the mafia king can get whatever he keeps his eye on. I wanted you and now you are here, in my bed, as my wife," he chuckled and then took a sip from his drink and walked towards her. 

She clutched the bedsheet as she could hear footsteps approaching her and tried to calm her down.

"You know, I love you and tonight, I want to make mad love to you. I want you to moan and scream my name the entire night," he teased her, thinking that she might give in.

As soon as Nina heard that, her patience wasn't something she could keep a hold on anymore. She looked angrily towards her husband.

"Don't you even think of doing that," she grinned.

"Oh, why not? What's wrong in that," he shrugged as he immediately came close to her. 

As soon as she saw him approaching close to her, she took her steps backwards to avoid him. But in no time, she was pinned to the wall with her husband standing right in front of her. 

He was standing extremely close to her and was looking at her with eyes full of lust and desire. She felt disgusted at his lustful eyes and looked the other way.

He smirked as he saw his wife trying to resist him. It gave him an adrenaline rush and now he wanted to approach her for the night as soon as possible. 

He seducingly rolled his finger through her soft and delicate cheeks with an evil smirk on his face.

That was the time when she felt extremely angry and now was ready to revolt against her.

"Don't you dare to touch me," she yelled at him as she pushed his hands away.

"Oh Really? Why would I listen to you? You are my wife, I can touch you wherever I want," he chuckled and tried to force himself on her.

"Oh really?" She snorted and the next moment, the mafia king got a hard kick on his groin.