by Sam Crescent
Moving past the kitchen, she ignored the staff who told her she couldn’t go outside.
Walking out the door, she spotted the guard who was already talking into his radio, and she turned, heading toward the dog pens.
Antonio Giovanni kept a lot of dogs, but he mostly trained them to hunt and kill. He always had a selection of puppies, and well, she missed Lucas, and wanted to be around the dogs, not people.
Some of the dogs were snarling as she approached, and she spotted some food. She had been told off many times for feeding the dogs when he was training them, but as his daughter-in-law now, she couldn’t give a fuck.
Putting some food into the bowls, she made sure there was plenty for each dog as she passed.
At the last pen, she saw the puppies with the mommy. She stood at the cage, and slid it open, walking in. The mother started to growl, and finding a clean spot, Laura sat down, letting the mother know she had no intention of taking or harming any of her babies.
It didn’t take long for the puppies to want attention, and she smiled as they snuggled in close. She paid each one attention, falling in love instantly with all of them. The mother also sniffed her out, wanting some attention as well.
“You’re a good girl. You had quite the litter, didn’t you, sweetheart?”
“You shouldn’t be feeding the dogs,” Marcus said.
She closed her eyes but didn’t turn to look at him. She knew he’d be right outside the cage, watching her.
“I want to go home.”
“We’ll be heading home soon,” he said.
She looked at him. “You had your fun enjoying the show of our sheets?”
“It’s tradition.”
“It’s barbaric and humiliating.”
“What do you want me to do, Laura?” he asked.
“It doesn’t matter what I want because I wanted nothing to do with you, and yet, I’m still having to live with you, and deal with you all the freaking time now, don’t I?” She shook her head. “I don’t … those sheets should have been private. No one should have known.”
“Why did you lie to me?”
“Oh, come on, you and I both know you saw through the lie.”
“Doesn’t matter though, does it? You still lied.”
“And you still got me no matter what. Can I keep Lucas with me?” she asked.
“You’re asking me.”
She didn’t want to ask him for anything, but starting an argument right now wasn’t going to win her anything. It would only cause more difficulty, and regardless what people thought, she had no desire to cause trouble.
Being Marcus’s wife had already caused her enough problems.
Any life she wanted away from them all was now gone. There was no way he’d ever let her go.
She didn’t fit in with anyone. Not her family, not his, she was better off alone.
You’re not going to be alone.
“Why not? I want my dog, and you’ve already made your intentions clear of hurting him if I step out of line. I want to make sure he’s near me in case you fall back on your word.”
Marcus laughed. “I don’t go back on my word.”
She glared at him. “Why did you stop him hurting me?”
Marcus frowned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Back in school. You hated me. The jock. The dude with the throwing arm. Ryan something. You stopped him when no one else would. Why?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Get out of the pen. It’s time for us to go.” He stepped back, refusing to answer her question, not that she should be surprised. No one got him to do anything he didn’t want to do. He was always in control, and she hated it.
“I’m not ready to leave.”
“If you get out of this cage now and leave with me, I will ask my dad to give you one of the puppies as a wedding gift.”
“He’d do that? He’s protective of his dogs.” She knew from personal experience that he wouldn’t give the dogs away to anyone. He trained them for his own personal enjoyment, and she didn’t need to know what he used them for either.
“He wants this marriage to work, and well, I’ll be persuasive.”
“Why do you need me to go quietly with you? You’d just force me anyway. Why do you need to be nice to me now?”
He smiled. “You make it impossible to do the right thing. I’m attempting to be a gentleman after the sheets and last night. If you want, I can drag you back to my home kicking and screaming. It won’t do you any good. Pick. The easy way or the hard way.”
“Fine!” She got to her feet. It was on the tip of her tongue to demand the hard way and to not give into him, but it would only serve to hurt her.
She had no desire to be humiliated any more than she already had.
“Deal.”
****
“Remember what I’ve told you, son. A woman is for pleasure, nothing more. I’ll give you one of my dogs, but you get her pregnant and teach her her place.”
Marcus had already updated his men of the new rules when it came to his wife. Laura wasn’t allowed outside the grounds, or near anyone one else without his express permission. She belonged to him now, and always would be. She could even be pregnant. His staff had been informed not to interfere no matter what they saw or heard. If anyone made a move to stop him, they would be shot on sight. Their lives didn’t matter, and their families would be dealt with as well.
Arriving at his home, he led Laura into his home. She’d never come here, and he’d never had any other woman arrive here either.
Whenever he took a woman in the past, he had a penthouse suite in the city. This home he’d been given for his wife and family.
Entering, he noticed Laura wrapped an arm around her middle, and he knew she hated it.
He hated the house too, but it was far from the city, with plenty of protection from prying eyes. On the back of his property was a small woodland, and he’d encased it with a large ten-foot metal fence. To the front was also surrounded by trees and fence. The gate could only be accessed by a security number that he owned. No one had a way in, only him.
“Do you keep your mistresses here? A sex dungeon?”
“No. I have a torture chamber. This is your home now, Laura. You can do with it what you wish,” he said.
“How about I bulldoze it?” she asked. “Knock the entire place to the ground. We can sleep in tents out in the back yard.”
He smiled. “If you think I’ve got a problem with you challenging me, be my guest. You’ve proven yourself to be difficult, and for the next four weeks, I’ve got nowhere else to be.”
“What?”
“You and me, Laura, our honeymoon starts here, and everyone in my house knows to stay well back. You want to keep on testing me and my boundaries, go right ahead. I’ve got no problem with that, but you better be prepared to deal with the consequences.” He removed his jacket. “Now, be a good little wife. Get upstairs, shower, and be ready to service my cock when I get there.”
“You’ve got to be joking. There’s no way you can order me around.”
“I don’t see anyone else telling me different, and you’re nothing but a mere woman. Do as you’re fucking told!” He stepped up close to her and she didn’t budge, standing her ground, and it turned him on to have her fight him back. “You think I don’t know how aroused you were because of me last night?”
“I wasn’t.”
“I felt your tight little cunt squeeze me. You wanted my cock and were practically begging for me to give it to you, and believe me, sweetheart, I’m going to be giving it to you ever single day. I’m going to fill you with my cum, and you’re going to have my child.”
“I’m not going to be pushed around by you.” She shoved him and he humored her, stepping back, but he didn’t go far. There was no chance of him ever going too far away.
When she got to the door, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her away. He didn’t have time to march her to the bedro
om, so he took her to the next best place, his office. Slamming the door closed, he pressed her against the sofa.
She wriggled in his hold, and he loved having the power over her. The dominance. Reaching for her shirt, he pulled it over her head, and she gasped as he cupped her tits. The bra she wore was so sheer there was nothing to stop his touch.
Fingering her nipples, he pulled the fabric cups back so he could touch her without anything between them. Working them into hard points, he kissed her neck, biting down, and she stopped trying to get away from him.
Leaving one of her tits, he worked his hand down, sliding beneath the band of her jeans to cup her wet pussy.
Slipping beneath her panties, he teased her folds, stroking her clit. She’d still be sore, but he would make sure she was dripping before he plunged inside her. He caressed down, teasing her entrance, pushing a single finger inside her cunt before moving up, teasing over her clit, then back down again, working her body.
Her protests changed to sounds of pleasure.
Releasing her tit, he worked open his pants and pushed down her jeans. He tore her panties away and spread the cheeks of her ass.
“I hate you,” she said.
“You may hate me.” He aligned the tip of his cock to her entrance, and this time, he moved in slowly, relishing every single inch as she took him.
He closed his eyes, marveling at the tightness of her heat surrounding him. She was sheer perfection, no point in denying it, and he loved the way she squeezed his dick.
Working her clit, he began to rock back and forth inside her, watching his length. He saw the evidence of her own arousal and smirked. “Your body says a whole other thing. I don’t mind you hating me, just so long as you know how good it looks on my dick.” He pinched her clit and slammed inside her, building his tempo as he got her body to the peak. He knew what he was doing and how her body changed when she was close.
He didn’t let her go over the edge, keeping her poised there, desperate, hungry.
Only when he made sure she knew he was in charge did he let her go into bliss. Before she had even finished, he grabbed her hips tightly, slamming every single inch of himself within her, over and over again until he came, filling her once again with his cum. All of his life he’d been using condoms, but to feel her tightness, slick, and wrapped around him, it was the best freaking feeling in the world.
He closed his eyes as the pleasure began to ebb away.
Stroking the curve of her back, he pulled out of her, and watched as some of his cum spilled out of her pussy.
She quickly stood, pulling up her jeans, which he’d pushed around her knees.
Her face was red, and he’d embarrassed her. He didn’t care. She needed to know who she belonged to, and who was taking care of her.
She tried to brush past him without looking at him.
He grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving. Tilting her head back, he forced her to look at him, and he saw the tears in her eyes.
“You can be sad about what happened here, or accept it. Don’t for a second call this rape.”
“I know it wasn’t.”
“And why wasn’t it?” he asked, wanting her to admit the truth.
“Leave me alone, Marcus.”
“Not going to happen. You see, you think you’re some kind of victim, and I guess in a way, you are a little bit, but so am I.”
She scoffed. “You’re the victim?”
“I didn’t want to marry you either. I had other plans, and there were a lot more women out there I could have been with. Believe me, you’re not who I intended to be with. Now, get upstairs, and be ready for me. You and I, we’ve got a job to do, and we’re going to get it done.” He slammed his lips down on hers, silencing any protest from her. “Unless you want me to fuck you in every single room of the house and have the guards watch so they can report back to the family I’m doing my job.”
“I hate you.”
“I know, sweetheart, but we’ve got to do what we’ve got to do.”
He put his cock back in his pants and slapped her ass as she walked on by. She was nearly out of the room when he caught her hand. “And why isn’t it rape?” he asked, letting her know he hadn’t forgotten.
“Because I wanted it, that’s why.” She pulled out of his hold, and he smiled at her.
“As you’re hating me and thinking of a way to kill me, remember that tiny little detail for yourself. Believe me, you’re going to need it.”
She slammed the door closed behind her, but he let her have that one. There was no point in winning the petty arguments. She already knew who was boss.
Chapter Five
Six years ago
“Have you heard the news?”
Marcus wasn’t paying attention to whatever asshole had decided to come to him with any messed-up news. School was a means to an end. His father wanted him to graduate even though he was a made man already. He didn’t need to be at the privately-run school. Most of the kids around him were scared of him. There were only a couple of other men who had taken up the life as a made man, and they stayed close together, but rarely interacted. If shit went down, they had each other’s back, but that was the extent of it. Otherwise, they had nothing to do with each other, which was exactly the way he liked it, and preferred it.
“He’s looking at you,” Neil said, patting his arm.
He was tempted to break Neil’s arm, but they were supposed to be allies. His father always told him who to keep close and who to cut away.
Glancing up, he saw a short kid, who was sweating, and there was a lingering stench coming off him.
Marcus had no desire to talk to him.
“What?” he asked.
“There’s rumors flying around the school that if we hear something about Laura Davis, we’re supposed to come to you,” he said.
“And?”
“I heard … Nick West is going to meet her behind the bleachers. They’re planning on going out and kissing and stuff.”
Save him from teenage drama. This was one of the many reasons he wanted to be as far away from this assholeness as possible. High school drama didn’t appeal to him. His father had other plans as he believed children helped to let certain secrets slip, secrets they didn’t even know they should be keeping.
One of his other … problems was Laura. As per his father’s request, he had to keep an eye on her, make sure no other guy messed with her.
“Is this solid advice?”
“Nick’s not here,” he said. “I think it’s true.”
Getting to his feet, without another word, Marcus walked out of the cafeteria. A couple of his guys followed. He was getting tired of having to deal with Laura. She was a pain in the ass, and he hated her.
She didn’t know when to stay gone, and he was growing tired of her.
Heading outside, he spotted Nick on his way toward the bleachers, and knew he didn’t have a whole lot of time.
Cutting across the lawn, he grabbed Nick by the scruff of his collar and pushed him out of the way.
“Hey, what the fuck?”
“You think you’re going to Laura. You’ve got another think coming.”
“How did you know?”
“I know everything. I’ve got eyes everywhere in this place. If you don’t stop seeing her, I will cut your dick off and feed it to you, and I’m not joking around.” His father had given him a job to do, and he would do it. Laura was to remain untouched while he was on school grounds.
“O-okay. I won’t go near her. She’s off limits.”
“While you’re at it, make sure everyone knows if they approach her, show any interest in her, they’re going to have to come to me. I’ll deal with them.” He let Nick go, and seeing as his job was going to get done for him, he made his way to the bleachers where he found Laura, waiting, a smile on her face.
“I wouldn’t be looking so happy if I was you.”
“What did you do?” she asked, looking at him, a little worried.
“No, you’ve done something.”
“All I did was stop him spreading rumors about what a nice, tight pussy you’ve got.” He watched her face go pale, and he stepped up close to her, trapping her between his body and the bleachers. “You need to learn not all men are nice.”
“I know. I look at you every single day and know the truth.”
He laughed. “You know nothing.”
****
Tilting her head back in the shower, Laura closed her eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to cry. There was no reason to. So she reacted to one of the men she hated in the whole world. She and Marcus had never gotten along, and they never would.
You want him.
Shut up.
You still want to be with him, and you’ve got to make lots of babies. So many babies.
She didn’t want to think about what Marcus kept saying. She wasn’t on the pill, and she knew it only took once. They’d had sex twice now. Both times unprotected and she gritted her teeth before placing a hand across her stomach. This was a nightmare. There was no way she could evade this, and it was killing her.
She wanted to run away, but he would stop her at every turn. Was there a way out of this?
Turning off the water, she didn’t see a point in standing beneath the spray. Wrapping a towel around her body, she walked over to the doorway, which opened up onto a patio overlooking the garden. She saw a water fountain, and lots of lawns, trees, flowers, as far as the eye could see. Folding her arms, she also spotted several of the guards, and each one had a radio.
She didn’t move from her spot, even as they looked up at her. She had nothing to hide. Standing in a towel on the terrace, she had no reason to feel embarrassed or nervous.
This was her life, and she wasn’t going to let Marcus or anyone steal it from her.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she tried to clear her mind.
“Are you thinking of jumping?” Marcus asked, appearing.
“You know, I hated when you would just arrive wherever I was, but right now, I need space.”
“And I don’t want my men to see my wife naked.”