Chapter-6: Iam not a Virgin

Sinner!

Oh, isn’t that what He is! But why is it troubling to his little wife? Isn’t her own family filled with sins.

Vladimir tilted his head in wonder. Rose was literally shivering in fear with that pocket knife on her neck irrespective of feigning bravery in front of him. She was terrified of him, He got that! But warning him with her own life, He realised how stupid of a wife He got for himself!

It was the second day and second stunt she pulled over him.

“Go on, Babochka! Let me see how proud Italian blood is!” His words were not less than a bitter taunt as He encouraged her with the wave of his hand but it startled Rose for a second.

“Or Let me see how dramatic my little stupid wife can be!” He stepped further but Rose sensing He was provoking her, pressed the knife to her neck with faltered movement. “Look….I don’t want..”

Vladimir moved with lightning speed and before she could even blink He swiftly snatched the knife out of her hand and flung it on the floor. The loud clink of it made her jump as her eyes went wide in fear at him.

But Vladimir looked at the tiny cut on her soft smooth skin from which blood seeped out and dark clouds swirled in his gaze which terrified her. The same dark gaze which she witnessed a night before. Rose whimpered and tried to step backwards to keep distance from him when Vladimir grabbed her nape and pulled her face so close that his cold breath on her skin turned her senses into drowsiness. Adrenaline rushed through her blood veins as she anticipated if He would hit her now!

But He just dipped his head down and placed his cold lips on her neck on the small cut. Rose hissed and her eyes broadened in shock and foreign sensation when He sucked onto her wound. Goosebumps aroused on her skin at once when He licked the blood clean and retreated.

Vladimir controlled his anger seeing her childish antics. He already got tired of today's ridiculous events and now his little pretty wife was testing his sanity.

“Simple words! If you don't want to have sex, then simple words from your mouth will be enough, dear wife. There is no need to put on a lame act dramatically,” Vladimir nodded, with a disappointment in his gaze.

Surprised, Rose blinked a few times while staring at him dumbfounded. “Y..you won't force me?” She stuttered still not getting over his hot touch which He just gave her.

Vladimir blinked, still trying to assess the intelligence level of his trophy wife. Did she really think He would rape her?

“Why would I force you? I don't lack women's company. A nod from me and women would lick my shoes.” He mentioned indifferently as a matter of fact.

Rose swallowed his emotionless words bitterly realising how her all dreams were shattered in a day. She was married to a man who was literally a sinner in all senses.

“Rest assured. I don't need you to sate my sexual desires,” saying that He left her and walked towards the bed, kicking the knife with his shoe on his way. “I have brothels full of willing whores for that.”

Whores! Brothels! Who talked about whores to his wife on their wedding night? Rose turned around and stared at him blankly as He walked to the bed, pulled his gun out and put it on the side table when his phone went off.

“Otets want you to take rest for tonight, Meeting with John and party members is postponed until tomorrow!” Isaac informed him with a short massage and hang up.

Vladimir sighed and craned his neck to see his wife standing still with hand on her neck and eyes on her precious knife on the floor with God knows what thought running in her mind.

“Now don't get any new ideas about using that knife. Change your dress and sleep. I don’t want any disturbance now. I have a long day tomorrow.” He ordered in a serious voice.

To say that she was shocked with his words would be an understatement. He agreed to not having sex with her just like that. She watched him get into the bed and close his eyes while she could only stare at him dumbly.

Rose tried to think what her future would be with this man but could only meet darkness in her imagination.

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“Take Sila to Klaus' room, Valentina,” Francesco ordered his daughter, his eyes fixed on Klaus.

He needed to know why his son demanded such a thing. What was his motive behind this marriage? “Come to my office, now.”

Klaus sighed and nodded and they both made a way to Frencesco's office. Jessica turned to Sila who could see that the women in front of her didn't fancy her.

“Tina, ask Mrs Wendy to change the bedsheet in Klaus' room to white silk,” she then sternly looked at her unwanted daughter-in-law. “We Italians have white sheet tradition, girl.”

Sila’s eyebrows curled ever so slightly. White sheet tradition? She heard that it's like a virginity test in Italians.

“Tomorrow, many women from La Camorra will come here to check the sheets. I hope you won't ashamed us.”

“Ashamed?” Sila couldn't help but ask. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is your virgin blood should be on the bed sheet!” Jessica snapped as if it was the most basic thing to say but Sila almost paled. Virgin Blood!

Jessica gestured at her daughter with a nod. “Take her to Klaus' room.”

Valentina rolled her eyes and pulled her new sister in law with her. “This is my brother's room,” she said. “And let me warn you beforehand, he is very particular about everything. So do not touch anything without his permission, you Russian girl.”

Sila gave her a look but said nothing. She didn't have the patience to deal with this little girl’s smugness. “It's my room too now.”

Valentina scoffed. “Your room? Haha! Don’t think that just because my brother married you, you became someone important in his life. This marriage is farce, girl. There is someone in his life and he loves her very very much. I don't know why he married you but he will never love you. Never!”

Sila’s eyes narrowed. Klaus loved someone else? “You are nothing to him. This marriage is for namesake only and it's going to remain that way because the girl he loves is thousand times better than you, she is thousand times prettier than you,” Valentina smiled.

Sila curled her hands tightly into fists but didn't allow any angry expression to come to her face. “Then he should have married her, Valentina and now excuse me please. I am tired and want to relax a bit before my wedding night.”

Valentina fumed at the insult. The girl was practically asking her to get out of this room. “You…”

“Didn't you hear, dear sister? My wife wants to relax before her wedding night.” Klaus' stern voice from behind stopped Valentina’s spat.

She turned to her brother angrily. “You are taking her side? Didn't you hear how she talked to me?”

“Leave Valentina,” Klaus ordered his sister, sternly this time. His eyes fixed on his bride who was standing rather proudly in his room.

Klaus hated Vladimir Sokolov. He hated the fact that unlike his sister Vladimir's sister was fearless and proud. And Klaus wanted to snatch her pride. Her arrogance. Her fearlessness!

Valentina walked out of the room fumingly and Klaus closed the door with his leg walking inside holding her gaze.

Sila swallowed as something flashed in her vision. A horrific memory she wanted to forget. But then she composed herself. “I hope you know what is expected of you tonight, Wife.”

Sila's insides clenched tightly when he stopped in front of her. But she kept her gaze intact on him. Klaus grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to himself closely. “Let's start the ceremony then, why wait?”

Sila inhaled sharply when he raised his hand and caressed her cheek only to grab her jaw tightly. Another jolt of memory hit Sila hard. She practically shuddered inwardly.

It all felt the same, suddenly. The way he was holding her. The way he rested his hand on her cheek. The only thing that was different today was that she was not struggling to get free from the man in front of her.

Today, she was just numb. Still she wanted to tell him the truth.

“Wai..wait. I want to tell you something.”

The slight waver in his voice calmed some of Klaus' anger. “Hmm! You were being so bold during the wedding ceremony.

Show some of that boldness now because I can't wait to fuck you, Sila Sokolov,” Klaus whispered, tracing her lips with the pad of his thumb.

Sila controlled her racing heart and whispered,“I know as your wife I have some responsibilities towards your needs.” She paused.

Klaus nodded and played with her soft lower lip a little more making her heart race. Even though she was kind of enemy to him but God damn his wife was one seductive diva. “Then fulfill them!” He said, nearing her. His lips were just a few inches away from her.

She could feel his warm breath on her but before he could touch her lips Sila slapped the truth in his face.

“I am not a virgin.”