The Mafia Twins' Bride

Chapter 3: Duty Begins

I stood frozen in the center of the master's bedroom Dominic had brought me into I barely had time to take a proper look around before Dominic turned to me slowly. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable

“Strip”.

The word hit me harder than a slap.

My heart slammed against my ribs. My throat instantly went dry “Like right now? Just like that?

For a long second I just stood there, the weight of everything I signed earlier came crashing down on me, every instinct in me told me to run but where could I possibly run to.

“Dominic...please." I whispered, my voice cracking into a low plea.

He didn't yell. He didn't even grab me. Instead he just unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking loud in the quiet. “You signed the papers. You know the terms. Don't you?"

I had expected him to roughly grab, shove me down and take what he wanted with brute force. Instead, he crossed the space between us in three deliberate stride stopping right in front of me. His fingers caught the hem of my dress, pulling it up slowly, holding it there as if giving me one last chance to either fight him or beg him to stop.

But I didn't.

Taking my silence for an answer, he pulled the dress over my head, dropping it to the floor. Cool air hit my bare skin making me shiver a bit, I stood there in nothing but my panties,my arms tightly crossed over my chest, my teeth chattering from a mix of cold and sheer terror.

Dominic’s gaze traced every inch of of my body. He hooked his fingers on my panties and slid them down my legs, his eyes never leaving my face. He didn't rush. Neither did he use violence . Just that same controlled strength.

“To the bed,” he said quietly.

I backed up until my legs hit the mattress I sat down on the edge. He followed, pulling off his pants as he approached towards me. When he climbed over me, his body was heavy but careful. His right hand braced beside my head. The other hand slid between my thighs, slowly.

The tension in my body was absolute; fear had locked my muscles tight, leaving me cold and entirely unprepared.

“You’re scared,” he murmured.

“Of course I’m scared.” I yelped.

He didn’t smile. He just yanked off my bra giving me a soft massage on my breasts, then he began sucking and softly biting on them hungrily and also kissing my lips gently, a low moan escaped my lips before I could stop myself, I hated myself for responding to his touch, my brain scolded me but it seemed as though my body has mind of it's own.

He slid one of his left finger into my p***y fingering vigorously he brought it out licking the finger slowly.

“You taste so good”, Lila. He whispered into my ear his voice hoarse. He started rubbing my c**t in circles, he slid one his finger back into my p***y, fingering like his life depended on it then he added a second finger, and finger f****d me so intensely, that I bit my lower lips so hard to stop myself from moaning shamelessly. I was almost getting to the edge when he abruptly stopped pulling out his fingers, I hissed, I felt empty, my core throbbing with ache. Then Dominic brought out his monstrous c**k , i gasped because i haven't seen a d**k that huge before, he rubbed the d**k head on my c**t for a while, he spread my thighs more wide open positioning himself at my entrance with one thrust, he pushed into my now wet slick, I gasped.

It was slow at first, stretching me open with a sensation that made my breath catch. Then he penetrated deeper. Rough enough to make me gasp the more, it was painful at first but the pain melted into something hotter, giving me the kind of pleasure I had never felt before, not even with Derek Valentino my ex-fiance. My hands grabbed his shoulders without thinking.

I hated how good this felt in the middle of all the fear.

He slid in and out with purpose, his hips rolling steadily, one hand gripped my thigh so tight to keep me rightly positioned and open for him. Every thrust getting me closer to the edge. I muffled my moan, my breath becoming ragged. Tension coiled tight in my belly. My legs started to tremble around his waist.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice low and dangerously sexy.

I obeyed. His eyes were dark, focused, almost intense. Just watching every reaction on my face as he thrust deeper and harder, the rhythm changing until the slapping of skin on skin filled the room.

My back arched off the edge of the bed.

The tension inside me coiled tighter and tighter. I hated myself for the way my body clenched around him, anticipating for more of something I shouldn’t want. I was getting closer to my peak with each thrust, and with one deep thrust from him into my now overly wet core, my orgasm rippled through me like an electric shock hitting me hard and sudden. I cried out, in ecstasy, my nails digging into his back as pleasure ripped through every nerve.

Dominic climaxed right after, a low groan escaping his lips as he buried himself deep, holding my thigh at a place, pulsing inside me.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

He pulled out carefully and rolled beside me. I expected him to get up, to leave, to treat me like the property as stated in the contract, spreading my legs every night till I carried his heir. Instead, he remained by my side. His fingers brushing through my hair, slow and gentle, tucking a damp strand behind my ear.

I turned my head to look at him. My voice came out low, almost breathless. "Why are you being gentle?”

He didn’t answer. He just kept stroking my hair like it was the most natural thing in the world. His breathing was even, but I could feel his muscles tighten with tension .

I lay there, my heart still racing, body warm and aching in ways I didn’t want to think about. Sleep pulled at me eventually, exhaustion winning over fear.

When I woke up, the clock on the nightstand read 9:30 p.m. The bed beside me was empty and cold.

I sat up, clutching the bed sheet to my chest. I heard low muffled voices coming from the hallway outside the master's bedroom door, the voices sounding identical in tone, arguing in hushed, angry bursts.

One voice undeniably belonged to Dominic. But then other voice said something, clear enough that froze me at a spot, “She’s mine too now. Don’t think you get to keep her all to yourself.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. I clutched the sheet tighter, straining my ears to hear more, but the voices dropped even lower.

A thought clicked in my mind. Earlier on Dominic said his brother is coming does it mean the brother he talked about is his twin brother, or I'm I just overthinking things. The only way to find out is to see everything personally for myself.

I slipped out of bed with shaky legs and tiptoed towards the door, every step I took was quiet. My hand hovered over the handle.

Whatever was happening out there, it was about me.

And who knows maybe I had

just blindly signed away my life to one of them or maybe both.