Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Ten

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Do I look different?... Maybe more so like a married woman now?

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror after clearing the fog from my shower. Although a multitude of thoughts ran through my mind on this new day, I could not dispute the fact that I was alive. In one piece. A part of me had been sure that I would not make it through the wedding night. I was expecting a war, bloodshed and probably jail time.

And for a moment last night, I was sure that all my fears would be confirmed...

But then the events had unfurled in a way that was beyond my wildest dreams. He had made me question every single one of my inhibitions. I knew well enough that trusting him would be as foolish as brokering a deal with the literal devil but then he had to go around and make me feel safe.

He had to go and make a promise he probably might not keep.

To think he actually believes he won't hurt me...He could not be further from reality...

My tumultuous childhood had taught me one thing above all else and that was to never trust anyone but yourself and the people who earned it. Noah and Ash had done just that. They had broken through my walls and showed me that I could rely on them. My husband had not only subtly threatened me with a knife-which I found somewhat hot like the psychopath I am growing into- but also declared that I would beg him to make me his.

He really is a delusional and dangerous man. So sure of himself when he said that like some Don Juan-type...

Deep down, in the crevices of my mind that I did not dare explore, I knew well enough that were he have asked me to be his last night, I would have acquiesced. I would have consented and that, in itself, was a petrifying realization.

My engagement and wedding ring glittered under the natural light coming in from the floor to ceiling windows. The hotel really was a luxurious one, one among an international chain that boasted the best of the best kind of facilities. I really would have enjoyed everything it had to offer were it not for the fact that I had begun the game of my life.

Although Soren had been nowhere to be found when I awoke several minutes ago, I knew he was around and that fueled my anxiety all the same. There was much to discuss, a lot to iron out and it didn't help that the man made me a spluttering fool whenever he was around me.

It would explain how I thrust myself into this situation, legally bound to Soren freaking Alexander...

A sigh escaping my lips, I finally vacated the massive bathroom and made a bee-line for my suitcase that had not been unpacked by the hotel staff-probably at Soren's orders- and I wasn't sure what to make of it. Yes, I was glad that we would not be staying in a confined space longer than was necessary but then the other option meant we would be going on our official 'honeymoon'.

"Madre de Dios...I could barely survive the man last night let alone for an entire honeymoon period. What the hell am I going to do?"

I muttered underneath my breath, overworking my brain for a solution as I got dressed as quickly as possible. Although he had seen most parts of me, I was not about to tempt the man to go back on his word. Not when the big ass knife was nowhere to be found and he was in a sober enough state of mind to take me down instantly should I fight back.

The dark, heavy clouds hanging outside-mirroring my mood- influenced my look as I settled on a white vest top, high-waisted blue jeans and nude-coloured combat boots that matched my coat. Pulling my hair into a high ponytail, I settled on minimal make-up with mascara and lip gloss to finish the look.

"Alright, Emilia. You can do this."

I pep talked as I made my way through the hallway that led into the common room. Anxiety unfurled itself within my body, ravaging through me as I tried to lie to myself that my husband was anything other than extraordinary. That he was not my enemy.

But I could not let him see through me like he did yesterday. I could not allow him through my defences lest he destroys me.

The sound of his voice sent a chill down my spine as he seemed to converse in a language I did not recognize. It was not the one from last night that I could somewhat remember through the fog of events. No, this was different. Rolling off his tongue like the expert he seemed to be.

I chose to focus on that small tidbit of fact that I had learnt about him and my shoes as I entered through the partially open double doors. I could sense his attention on me, feel the shift in the air as his all-consuming, stormy eyes followed my every move as I settled on the empty seat opposite his. It was only when my heartbeat had settled considerably that I allowed myself to meet his intense orbs.

As I had internally predicted and prepared myself, they were still on me, ever watchful of my every move as I busied myself with pouring the hot coffee into my cup. I favoured the iced variety but the shot of caffeine would be much needed was I to face the man before me who seemed to be winding up his conversation.

Even in another language, on phone, he still sounded not like every other man but like the King he was. He still commanded the same power and respect and part of me was sure that whoever he was speaking to was struggling not to s**t him/herself as they stewed under his full attention.

The thought made me smile slightly, earning myself a raised brow from my husband. I knew well enough that he was listening to the other party just as aptly as he was following my movements.

It was both thrilling and unnerving.

Focusing on the heavenly cinnamon bun I had just bit into instead of Soren's conversation-which I was sure I didn't want to be privy to because it involved something illegal or the other-I revelled in the wide spread of food that had been prepared for us.

Ash, Noah and I would have pigged out at a spread like this and ignored all the judgemental stares or otherwise. The food comas had been plenty as was the blame game whenever we put on extra pounds. Gym hangouts were usually us goofing around in between sets and to say those were the best days of my life would be an understatement.

How could so much change over such a short period of time? And how could I possibly miss someone so much, my heart aches?

"Don't eat that, Emilia, unless you want to go into anaphylactic shock."

Soren's voice pulled me from my wistful thoughts, the hard look directed at the bun in my hand making me put two and two together as I spotted the nuts wedged into the dough. Dropping the pastry like it had burnt me, I released a small, sheepish chuckle despite Soren's unamused glare at the food item in question.

"I thought I was clear as hell when I told them to not serve anything with peanuts in it."

He grounded out, clearly not pleased at all as his eyes flared with the madness I was growing to know and understand all too well.

"Hey. It's okay. It was probably a mistake. Human beings make those. Besides, I am pretty sure I have my epi-pen around here somewhere so I would have been fine. It's nothing new. I also have your quick thinking and observation skills to thank. Jeez, only I would be so distracted, I almost kill myself with food."

I chuckled, remembering all the times Ash and Noah had made that same joke. I really was a bit of a klutz when it came to certain situations and food being in the mix never made it any better. My two best friends had been part of a number of ER visits when I had made some mistake or the other that had landed me there, including one like this.

My mother had tried to pray it away but even supernatural forces couldn't handle my ability to jinx myself.

"It's not a mistake they should afford to make, Emilia. Not when your life is on the f*****g line. No more ER visits for you. I will make sure of it and you will learn to ensure your safety too."

He seemed genuinely irked by my nonchalance at the situation and although I could understand his exasperation at my attitude, I wasn't particularly impressed by the tone of his voice and the order underlining it. He may be trying to protect me from killing myself one day but he didn't have to sound like it was his way or the highway.

Probably dumped along one, a bullet through my head...

The thought made me shiver as I raised a brow at his blank look. I knew he could tell I was unamused but he genuinely didn't seem to care one bit.

"Not only do you probably have a dossier on me-again, super stalkerish tendencies-but you want to control every aspect of my life? You realize that you cannot predict human behaviour or tell the future. Mistakes happen. Unforeseen circumstances sometimes mean stuff happening that you haven't planned for. And that's okay. How you move forward from there is what matters."

I sounded like a hippy, yes, but my words seemed to reach the robot man in front of me who tilted his head slightly to the side, almost as if trying to understand some complex math equation. Almost as if I was a foreign creature speaking in some alien language. The sight was as cute and comical as it was enraging, especially when he spoke up.

"The fact that I have garnered enough information on you is what saved your life, Emilia. That does not make me a stalker. It's a smart play, ensuring I have all of my cards and anything I could need. It ensures that 'unforeseen circumstances' are planned for. I never make any moves that I haven't thought through. I don't leave anything to chance, most especially my life. Now, you seem to have no sense of self-preservation which is startling. Certainly explains your inability to take care of yourself."

I was seething, refusing to back down as I glared at the man before me who was completely unaffected by my anger. On the contrary, he seemed genuinely amused as a ghost of a smile played on his lips and mischievous mirth shone in his eyes. He was enjoying this, the bastard.

"Tell me, do you just like the feel of your throat constricting, cutting the supply of air through your body? Because I can certainly replicate that and keep you alive all the while. Well...as alive as you want to be since you seem to be into edging."

"Shut up. I am not into edging! And I would never let you anywhere near me like that, you psychopath. You just might end up killing me in the process. Tell me you haven't thought about it and I'll do the deed for you and eat this damn bun."

I declared, gesturing at the discarded pastry that made Soren's eyes flare with the madness from before but it was gone as quickly as it came, a serene smile replacing it. It was unsettling enough to send chills through my body.

"I haven't thought of killing you, Emilia. You are much too precious. My very special reward. But I have certainly thought of leaving my mark on your body, most especially on that beautiful long neck and that sexy, curvy ass that woke me up this morning."

I failed miserably to keep my flush at bay as I realized exactly what the hell he was implying. The man had no qualms about being upfront and exposing the fact that I was cuddling against him like he was some sort of pillow.

I really don't have any sense of preservation... but the thought of him choking or spanking me really did make me so damn hot...

"Always so responsive. Your pupils are dilating, your breathing has changed and you're squeezing your legs together. You're trying to hold yourself back, debating with your conflicting thoughts. You hate that I make you feel this way and yet you still want me. Tell me, Malyshka, are you wet for me? Do you want me to spread you on this table and eat that soaking p***y for breakfast? All you have to do is ask..."

My breaths were shallow, my eyes unable to look away from the storm of desire swirling within his eyes. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I may not have known Soren Alexander long enough but I was certain that this was an extraordinary event. Making him lose control, eyes wild with the need to fulfil his promise.

Fuck, he really will put me on this damn table and go down on me if I said so...

I should have shut down the very thought and yet the power he had given me. The power I held over the King of Sin was intoxicating. It was a rush that could never be replicated and, for a moment, I wanted to throw all of my inhibitions out of the window.

I wanted this man to corrupt me with his tongue.

To destroy me for every other man out there and I was sure he would.

I gulped, my throat too dry and my heartbeat too fast to think clearly. I really wanted to respond with some smart quip. My brain was begging me to but my heart and lady parts wanted to sweep all of the food in front of me off the glass table and offer myself up like a damn meal.

"Lo Perdi...I really have f*****g lost it."

I whispered breathlessly, earning a wide smirk from my husband who relaxed into his chair and watched me get to my feet. He looked so damn sexy, so in control that I wanted to completely wreck him. To make him feel the insanity that was raging through me as I closed the distance between us.

I never would have guessed that my morning would begin like this. Blinded by desire and my husband's painfully handsome smirk as I lowered myself onto his lap, my legs on either side of his widened ones. He sported a serious hard-on that was shamelessly visible through his black jeans but that became the least of my concerns when he pulled me flush to his chest, one of his hands wrapping around my ponytail- not once but twice.

It was the sexiest f*****g thing that made me gush all the more.

I was a wet, needy mess atop his firm hips that rocked his hard-on right against my cunt. It took everything in me to keep my moan at bay, my efforts rewarded by the groan that left his lips.

"Ty svodish' menya s uma, detka...I told you you would offer yourself to me, My Emilia."

Those words whispered right into my ear-the foreign language aside- were like cold water, dousing the flames of desire within me. The stubborn girl I had always been was back, vengeance resounding through my heart as I longed to teach this infuriating man a lesson.

I refused to be played like a damn marionette.

Two can play this damn game, Soren Alexander...I am not as easy as you think I am...

Leaning against him, urging my body not to react to his other arm that was wrapped oh so tightly and perfectly around my waist, I waited until his lips were inches away from my neck to enact my payback. It was the perfect opportunity. I could not let him kiss me. I knew my damn body would betray me.

"You really think I don't see right through you, husband. I'm in your head, in your thoughts and your body. You want to pass this off as me being the only one that needs you but I can see you just as well as you see me. You crave me just as much. Your c**k needs me to sate it and 'tempting' as it may be, I would rather the anaphylaxis. I will never be yours, Soren. Never like this. I'll f*****g kill you first before I gave you my body. Don't underestimate me."

The sound of the front doors opening broke through the pin-drop silence that had descended after I was done. Soren said nothing, didn't even stop me when I got off of him and returned to my seat. I spared him no looks as I returned to my meal. I had proven my point, restored a modicum of control over the situation.

I felt f*****g powerful whenever his eyes landed on me despite the well-dressed man that was clearly giving him some sort of status report. Knowing that I had silenced the King of Sin was an achievement I cherished more than anything.

You're in control, Emilia....Stay strong...

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