His Enemy's Vow のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

~Cassius~The wedding looks dreadful, worse than anything I've ever seen. I slip the ring onto my husband's finger and he does the same, except he isn't paying any attention. I guess he doesn't want this marriage either. Vito's knuckles are covered with bruises and scraped skin. An inky 3D tattoo of a snake with its tongue jutting out peeks at me from underneath his sleeve.Dad, Jeanne or even Killian aren't here. No one is here to see me get married. This wedding doesn't count. Doesn't mean a thing. It's just an exchange. Everyone looks at me, expectation written across their faces. They're probably laughing at me inwardly. The words 'I do' are stuck on my tongue. Stiff. Distasteful. Horrible. Once I say it, there's no going back. This is my life."Say it," he growls impatiently.I'm starting to have second thoughts. Maybe that's why some brides flee on their wedding day."I—" I glance around the hall. For what, I don't know. I'm going t

~Cassius~He overpowers me. Alessio shoves me onto the bed, hard. I try to fight him but I'm no match against his brute strength. Punching him doesn't work. He doesn't wince or grunt. He's not even tired. Is he even human?Strong fingers wrap around my neck, choking me, and then my wrists are bound with handcuffs. To the fucking bed. Where did they come from?"Fuck, Alessio! Let me go!""I thought you wanted to play," amusement dances in his eyes. He removes his hand from my neck. His fingers caress my skin, so slowly, so achingly, leaving goosebumps in their wake."I told you I like my husband obedient and submissive."My eyes widen. He's holding a knife. A fucking knife and the blade's approaching my body. Is he going to kill me?"And I've told you, I won't do your bidding. It isn't in me," I try to sound strong but my voice fails me when he presses the blade near my right cheek.Fuck. The cold steel stings my skin, my heartbeat quickens and my stomach tenses. The loud sound of ripp

~Alessio~Memories of last night come tumbling into my mind. Cassius, moaning, whimpering and begging me to touch him. I only wanted to teach him a lesson for being a disobedient brat. I never expected to take it that far. I don't fist cocks. I don't touch anyone. Never. Because I don't enjoy it. It has always been this way.But I did last night. And that's why I'm still thinking about this while I'm sitting in my office. I didn't expect him to be such a loud motherfucker. I wonder if he moaned for others while fucking."It's crumpled."Giacomo's voice snaps me out of last night. I look down to where he's pointing. The papers I'm supposed to sign for a construction project."What are you thinking about? Need help? Exterminate?" Gia offers. He stands opposite me while I'm sitting."Nothing. I can handle it. How's it going with the Russians?""Complicated. I'll try..." Gia looks bothered like there's something on his mind.

~Cassius~Giulio is quite obvious when he's trying to fish for information while acting like he isn't. I wonder how he survived in the Mafia if someone hasn't blown his head off yet. He's got this carefree and laid-back attitude, like he doesn't give the world a fuck. He's been clinging onto me and babbling nonstop. Giulio lets me talk and offer my opinion in between about fashion and other topics.Other times, he's trying to get me to talk about myself. He parties all night and looks at himself in the mirror more than twenty times a day — actually I've lost count of how many times he pulls out a mirror from his pocket. His narcissism is worse than Killian's but he's better than him. In every aspect.I don't see Alessio anywhere. It's late at night and he hasn't returned to bed. Fine by me. The bed's all mine. It's not like I'm waiting for my husband to come home. Sunlight pours in from the window. A brand new day of my married life.And great news, Alessio isn't in bed. I don't have

~Alessio~The moment I walk into my walk-in closet, I freeze. It's like I'm in a different place I don't recognize. The little motherfucker has touched and switched my clothes around, messing up my schedule and routine. I open the drawers to find that my underwear and socks are missing. Where the fuck are my things?!I open the drawers on my left. What the... Bras and panties?! Not only that, I'm greeted by the sight of handcuffs that are meant for kinky shit, ropes, lubes, condoms and some kind of BDSM chain and whips. The other drawers are filled with dildos, pink and purple rubber tentacles, and naked photos of women and men. I slam the drawers shut and storm out, red clouding my vision. "Cassius!" I roar, the need to put him in his place vibrating in my veins. I storm over to the bathroom and fling open the shower door. Cassius looks shocked with those blue eyes that look innocent but are definitely not innocent."Dear husband, how do you—"