Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wrecked By My Bully: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

ANTONIOMy 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 Nina 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.Nina 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 elevator and up to the penthouse suite of the hotel.“Now, the r

Her pussy was bared, but she kept her legs closed. “Open for me, my pretty whore.” She squeezed her eyes shut but listened to me, and even though I stood at the foot of the bed, her feet pointing toward the headboard, I could see—thanks to my height—her little pussy lips opening up like a flower’s petals. “Perfect, darling. Open your mouth.” She opened her eyes and looked at me. “No, please no,” she cried. I leaned forward and brought my hand down swiftly on her bared cunt, slapping her virgin snatch and making her cry out. “Close your legs and I’ll spank your pussy even harder.” I swatted her cunt again. The slaps weren’t gentle. I wanted them to hurt. It was a punishment, after all. “Nina, when I married you, I bought you. Do you understand that?” I spanked her pussy again. She didn’t respond to my question, but her whimper was confirmation enough. “What that means is I can do whatever I want with you. I can enjoy my toy, treat it with care, or I can abuse it until it break

She blinked her cum-stained lashes before lifting her hand and wiping her eyes. “I’m naked.” Her voice was so soft. So timid. My dick was already hard again.“Answer the door, Nina,” I said firmly before walking around the bed to where she stood. She tensed, but I lightly placed my hand on the small of her back and led her toward the suite’s door.When she was close enough she could have touched the handle, she wrapped her arms over her breasts, a weak attempt to shield her naked body. I gave her that one sliver of faux control… for right now.It took her a suspended moment to do what I said, but then she reached for the handle and opened the door. I chuckled as she quickly hid behind it, allowing the two men to enter the room.She kept the door open, and I growled, “Nina, close the fucking door.” I stood there stark naked, not caring if my men saw my nudity. “And come here.”Nina sniffled, her humiliation clear, before she hung her head and did as I asked.My men were respectful enou

She panted and glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wide and droplets of sweat covering her forehead and temples.“But going forward, that won’t be a problem.” I stared at the vibrant letters of my name written on her back with the blood of a dead man. “You’re mine, Nina. Only fucking mine. And any man who even looks at you, let alone touches you, will find himself eradicated from the face of the earth in the most brutal way I can think of.”I felt Nina’s pussy clamp down around my cock. I knew she’d come for me. I’d make sure of it. She cried harder, and the look on her face told me she loathed that I made her feel this way.And something in the center of my chest felt hot and tight—unpleasantly so—at the fact that I was the one making her feel any kind of discomfort. At that moment, I wanted her to care for me—more than I should have. It was another feeling I’d never experienced.I welcomed and hated it all the same.The rage in me at my weakness took over. I dipped my fingers into V

Most girls her age are sluts, posting photos of themselves all over the internet for every man to see or giving their used-up cunts to any boy with a car and a dating app. Yet somehow, Lily has avoided all of that.Because she’s special…“Fuck,” I grumble, crushing my glass of whiskey in my hand. A shard of glass cuts my palm, but I barely even feel it. The remaining alcohol spills onto my carpet.“You must learn to control yourself, darling.” Marla smiles as she struts into the room, playing her part as the mob boss’ wife to perfection. With her dark hair up in a bun and her scarlet dress clinging to her surgically perfected curves, she looks cartoonishly sexy. Like Jessica Rabbit with a gun.Marla is a high-end Benz, but her daughter is a fucking Ferrari.I thumb the button for the maid. “Did they accept our offer?”“What do you think?” Marla smiles, setting a hip against my desk. “How could they say no?”“Good.” I nod. The news is a major victory for me. The Sicore brothers have no