All Chapters of His Enemy's Vow : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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11. Dreadful wedding

~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

12. Sinister

~Cassius~ I resist the urge to run my fingers along his smooth muscles and trace his tattoos. "Suit yourself." He whips around, pinning me with narrowed eyes. His gaze dark, deep and dangerous, like he wants to rip me to pieces. "Why are you looking at me like that? You're the one who's half naked in front of me," I tease. Then I walk past him and head for the bedroom. I hear him mumble something in Italian. My luggage and things arrive at the living room. I grab them and begin to pull the heavy shit into his bedroom. "What are you doing?" Alessio gazes at me. He's clothed now, in a white shirt and black slacks. He dresses fast, like military style I suppose. "What do you think?" I gesture to my luggage with a smile to annoy him. Not going to make things easy for my husband since he doesn't either. Pointing a gun at my head and threatening my family — he's put himself on my shit list.

13. Fucking needy

~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

14. Licking cum

~Cassius~My stomach tightens, my balls are heavy and I shout to the ceiling. I come all over his fingers and onto my abdomen. I sigh, satisfied and relieved. Did I just get a handjob from my husband?I peek at Alessio only to see him staring back at me. He brings his fingers to his lips, licking them slowly one by one. Fuck me to death right now. He's licking my cum like it's the best thing in the world. My face turns red and I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He scoops up the cum from my abdomen and feeds it to me, pushing his fingers into my mouth.He smirks. "Delicious? You should cum for every dessert."My ears are red and hot. The way he talks dirty affects me until I can't say a word."Are you going to uncuff me?""If you behave, yes.""I'll behave," for tonight.But I have to admit that that was one of the best handjobs I have ever gotten in my life. I wake up and instinctively glance at the space beside me. Alessio isn't there. He's an early bird, I guess. My hands are no longe

15. Stalking

~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.

16. Send him to Africa

~Alessio~Giulio added me to this group chat where he says it's for us to talk and share our adventures, a way to keep in touch in case one of us forgets the other. He's the one who lightens things up in the chat, always sending photos of his new clothes, jewellery, shoes and even his flings. He's very public and open, unlike me. I wish I were more like him. Gia would reply with a few sentences and make conversation with him. I would ignore him while Enzo and Giuseppe would send emojis. They're tired of him as well.Me: Giulio, do you want an all-paid vacation to Africa?Giulio: Fuck no! I'm just trying to get your instructions clear. *Winking emoji*Giacomo: Vacation sounds nice. Remember to take photos with the giraffes and lions. Send them to us.Giuseppe: Don't get eaten by one and come crying in our DMs. Alessio, I think you should stalk him yourself.Enzo: Need help stalking? Gianna has a handbook on how to stalk people.

17. Sleep with the motherfucker

~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

18. Eyefucking me

~Cassius~Alessio is lying on the couch, pointing the gun at me. His suit is crumpled and, Fuck, is that blood on his shoes? Not to mention that his white button down has red splatters over the chest and ribs. That's definitely blood. It doesn't seem to be his though. "Your place is guarded by over fifty guards. Why are you so paranoid?" I walk past the gun, ignoring the urge to grab it and whack it across his head.He won't shoot me, I tell my racing heart. "Old habits die hard," he mutters. "Didn't remember I'm married.""Huh, old habits? Did something happen to you?" I say in a teasing tone. I don't wait for his answer because I'm not interested in it. I'm not interested in anything about my husband. Period.I toss the shopping bags onto the bed and begin clearing a spot in the closet. I don't think much as I take down his clothes and push them to one side to put my stuff. Seriously, how does he expect me to stay here without assigning me a proper room? It takes a few minutes to

19. Choking him 🌶️

~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—"

20. Bite his nipple

~Alessio~The little shit messed up my closet. It'll be hard and time consuming for me to arrange everything thing again as all my clothes were sorted according to brand, event to wear them for, my favourites, nightwear, which tie goes with which suit, and so on.I'm that neat and orderly. It's a habit I've kept for thirty years of my life. It keeps me functioning and working properly like a well-oiled machine. It keeps the stress away and the darkness at bay. I need my tidiness to function another day. I don't want to spend hours looking for a piece of clothing and end up smashing the mirror again or letting my brain descend into a mess."You're gonna deny me pleasure? Fine, I'll just find someone else to do it," he turns and begins to walk out of the shower. He picks up his phone and begins to scroll through his contacts.Is he serious about bringing someone to my penthouse?Not on my watch am I letting someone else touch what's mine. I

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