Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Nine

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Desire swirled in his eyes as he watched me replay the kiss from the Church.

I was shamelessly breathless, panties soaked and indulging in his danger despite seeing his monster, the ruthless King who was still brushing underneath the surface. One wrong move and he would be unleashed and for some weird f*****g reason, I didn't care.

I was exhilarated.

You have lost your goddamn mind, Emilia Navarro!

A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he watches me, almost as if he could see the wheels turning in my mind. Like he could see my depravity. The fingers that had been tenderly brushing my cheek were now wrapped firmly around my throat and squeezing, certainly not hovering like they were back at the wedding reception.

Danger flashed across his eyes and lust that threatened to almost suffocate me like his chokehold.

"f**k, look how well you respond to me. Even in the face of my darkness, your cunt continues to drip just for me. Tell me, malen'kiy zayka, what would you do if I drew blood? If I f****d your bloody body with this knife firmly against your neck? Would you fight me? Would you fulfill the silent promise we made and kill me? Drive it right into my chest? Or would that needy cunt pulse and accept my c**k? Would it make you needier than you are now?"

The cold claws of clarity gripped me firmly, reminding me exactly why I had every reason to be terrified of the man before me who seemed more than ready to fulfill that disturbing promise.

His eyes shone with insanity, with a depraved need to fulfill his demented desires. He meant every single word and was anxiously waiting for my answer almost like a child waiting for a piece of candy.

Wait, what is my answer?...Fuck yes, I would fight him, right?

RIGHT?!

I gulped as uncertainty washed through me and the need to shove this man away. He was eliciting confusing emotions within me. I could not let him see just how much his words unsettled me. I couldn't let him realize that I really didn't know whether I would let him fulfill his depraved fantasies.

He can't know that there is a possibility that I would welcome his brand of insane...

"Fighting you would be pointless when you enjoy it. Thrive off of it. That just seems like the kind of s**t that makes you hard so, in the end, I don't really have a choice, do I? And killing you is a death sentence for me. I would never leave this hotel alive. So stop posing unrealistic scenarios and do what you want. What you came here to do."

The grin that stretched across his lips would have been absolutely breathtaking were it not harboring some form of unsettling intent. I was rooted to the spot, watching, waiting with baited breath as my muscles came alive in readiness.

Fighting him would probably be futile but if I'm going down, I'm going down swinging.

I am not some damsel in distress. I am a stupid woman who made a stupid decision and will probably suffer the consequences of my actions in a bit but that doesn't mean I have to accept it lying down.

"That's it, Emilia. My smart girl. You are a vault of surprises, aren't you? That fire in your beautiful eyes is bewitching. You are certainly worthy of the blood I shed today."

Wait, what?!

His words confused me, sent a chill down my spine but I didn't have a chance to process the ominous statement or the way my stomach deliciously flipped at the way my name rolled off his tongue.

My unhinged captor turned me to face away from him, my back to his front. My ass settled against his crotch, the ridge of his very impressive hard on pressing against me.

Of course the psychopath is hard from this demented situation. Not that I am not just as crazy for actually being wet in this damn situation.

My lace panties were pretty much soaked now, more so when he moved against me. The hand on my neck was gone for a moment and I had the audacity to feel bereft but then the feeling was gone the minute both his hands found the back of my dress and the cold tip of the knife settled on my warm skin, right where the first button that secured the illusion lace back-less design was situated.

My heart was hammering in my chest, the blood rushing through my ears at the prospect of what he was about to do. I was so lost in my anxiety, lust and desire that I did not hear the foreign words that poured through his lips and brushed across my ear. Maybe it was because it was in a language I did not understand, just like what he had said earlier.

Or its because you're so turned on, you aren't thinking straight.

"You've been such a f*****g tease. I have wanted to do this since the moment you walked into the Church."

He growled right into my ear, the warmth of his breath spreading goosebumps across my neck that matched the ones that covered my back that he slowly exposed. The blunt edge of the knife brushed down my back, building the wild desire in my soul as I felt and heard every single one of the buttons of my dress fall to the wooden floor.

The rip of my dress as he slashed it off using his handy knife made my p***y clench. There was just something so carnal about this. So f*****g wrong and yet so perfect.

"That's four hundred thousand dollars of your money."

I stated, breathless and wanting this insane man who had the nerve to chuckle as he-surprisingly gently- pushed the off the shoulder straps down my arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

"A drop in the ocean, malyshka. A worthy sacrifice if I get to reveal this gorgeous body..."

He let his sentence stray as his eyes, no doubt, found the lace, white, strapless corset I was wearing that matched the white lace thong that was attached to matching garter straps and stockings that disappeared into the expensive white Louboutin peep toe heels I was still wearing.

The only pop of color in the whole ensemble was the dusty blue garter belt around my thigh that seemed to finish the entire look. It was the one thing I chose after being pressured into it by my best friend, damn her.

The man behind me said nothing for a full minute, simply watching and breathing silently into the dimly lit room. My heart beat fast as hell as the urge to cover myself up came to the fore. Self consciousness assailed me as the insecurities from my past surfaced.

My Hispanic mother's genes had dominated my body. My plump ass was out on display for this psychotic man as were my generous breasts. My friends always insisted that I was beautiful, the right kind of curvy.

And then went around and made me dress up as Kylie Jenner for the Kardashian-themed best friend costume party we went to last year. My ass wasn't Kardashian big, of course, but I was the only one who could be the Billionaire influencer when Ash was going as Kendall-she wanted us to showcase our sister bond- and Noah had declared himself the next Kourtney.

He believed she was an icon.

Ash and I were skeptical.

I loved my friends. I knew they wanted to make me feel comfortable in my skin but it was hard when the body aesthetic I had been around was Barbie girl inspired. For all of my issues with my mother, I wished I embraced myself and my body like she did. The woman was literally the embodiment of self confidence.

Well, people comparing her with Salma Hayek does contribute to that. Not that I blame them. They kind of look alike...

You are spiraling, Emilia...

Only because the man behind me was still silent. I could feel his eyes on me. I knew he was still watching me but his reaction to having my body in full display was the mystery. He could be eye f*****g me or regretting his decision to marry me. I hated the second possibility A LOT.

Are you mental, Emilia? Maybe he'll hate it so much, he'll divorce you and still agree to help find Noah...The thought did not bring me the comfort I was craving for. No, it made my self consciousness much much worse. My hands moved on auto pilot to cover up everything that I didn't really like about myself.

"Don't you f*****g dare, Emilia. Don't you dare cover up what belongs to me!"

He growled, the anger in his voice freezing me in place. Possessiveness dripped from his words and it made my knees f*****g weak.

Holy shit...

He seemed to fling my insecurities into the garbage and, for a moment, I felt like the sexiest woman on the planet.

Well, until he moved away from me, allowing me to expel a breath I didn't even know I was holding. The sound of clothes rustling, though, had the anxiety crashing through me instantly. Yes, I desired the man behind even though I knew I shouldn't. I wanted him so much, it was insane.

But am I really ready to give myself to him?

His words from earlier sent a chill down my spine.

He wanted to f**k me with that big ass knife against my neck. He might not give me a choice. A chance to make a decision for myself.

How could I have been stupid enough to think this ruthless man would offer me the courtesy of choice? Especially now that I belong to him?

I clenched my hands, anger coursing through my veins at myself and the situation I had put myself in. I was scared, so deathly scared that he would become what I had been running from for so many years. My demons threatened to pull me under, to make me realize that every effort I had ever made to this point to run from them was futile.

I won't let it happen. I won't f*****g let him. Never.

"Turn around, Emilia."

His voice broke through the wave of uncertainty that coursed through my body. There was a high chance that I would not be able to take the hulking man down. He may be the King of Sin but he was certainly skilled enough. Not just an inexperienced puppet. He would probably take me down before I ever had the chance to fight back but I was ready.

I would die before I let him hurt me like that.

Following his orders, I slowly turned to face my husband who was now perched in the chair I had been sleeping in earlier. My breath hitched in my throat as I took in his bare, tattooed chest. It was all out, on display before me. He had rid himself of the bloody clothes and was now simply in his black Calvin Klein briefs.

Although anxiety still swirled within me, I had to admit that he looked less imposing and fear inducing than before. Blood still stained his hands, face and chest but he was still so damn handsome, it was painful to look at him. Unlike the usual regal way he perched himself, back ramrod straight and eyes looking down upon everyone else like they were beneath him, he was relaxed now. Very relaxed and panty soaking sexy.

He was leaning against the chair now, his legs wide apart as he watched me through an inscrutable gaze.

I-and many women I imagine-found that one simple gesture to be one of the most sexy things a man could do. Heck, I was ready to do anything he asked me to.

His eyes darkened at my shameless reaction as they traversed through my hot as hell body.

So it was eye f*****g then...Good....

"Come here, moya zhenshchina. Come to me."

The nerves were back as was my guard.

Steeling myself, I stepped over my ruined wedding dress and slowly walked towards my husband who was still watching me close, his eyes never leaving mine as I did. His teeth ran across his lower lip as I approached and I swear I felt it in the most intimate part of me. The lust in his eyes threatened to drown me, like his stormy gaze.

I stopped in between his parted legs at his direction. Obedience which usually came hard for me was now all I could do. Especially when the big ass knife was resting on the side table right beside his chair.

Good. Another weapon I can use against him if he does something stupid...

I couldn't believe I was actually contemplating killing my husband on our wedding night.

So Black Widow-esque, Emilia.

He seemed to note my gaze because a wide grin stretched across his lips before he pulled me right onto his lap. A squeal escaped my lips at the sudden action but it morphed into a gasp once his c**k pressed into my ass and his warm tongue licked the side of my neck. I shivered against him, reveling in the warmth of his bare chest and the gentle pressure on my head as he ran his hand into my messy bun.

"I can see your unease. I can sense your hesitation. The wheels turning in your mind. The thrill of the possibility of our little wager being fulfilled is certainly exciting, don't get me wrong..."

He went silent as he leaned down and took off my shoes for me, the tender action stunning me into silence just as much as his words. I was breathless, waiting and watching as he leaned back up and began to remove the pins in my hair. One strong, sleeved arm wrapped around my waist, the other freeing my hair from the style it had been put into by the experienced celebrity hairdresser.

It was when the curls tumbled to the small of my back that he spoke again.

"But the fear in your eyes. It isn't because of my depravity. No, this is more. This is fear cultivated from experience...And the possibilities of why you feel the need to resort to your panic response is pissing me the f**k off. I now want to rip apart the person who put it there just as much as I destroyed that leery, stupid f*****g senator who was watching you at Our wedding. A f*****g wedding and that piece of garbage dares to eye my wife like a f*****g meal in front of me. How dare he?!"

My breath hitched in my throat as the blood covering him was explained. I remembered the disrespectful guest in question. I was foolish to think that Soren had not noticed. I did my best to ignore him. To keep him safe from my husband's wrath despite the fact that he was absolute garbage indeed.

But it was clearly not enough...He can see through me. He can even see my demons, goddammit!

Fear clawed through my body at the prospect of him finding my darkness. I couldn't let him. I couldn't allow him that deep into me. So I latched onto the pressing question that still sent shivers of apprehension through my body.

"You killed him?..."

I whispered even though I knew the truth. I knew what he was capable of and pity engulfed me for the man who had crossed him. The Senator.

With a delicacy I didn't expect of him despite the rage that coursed through his body, he reached up and held my chin in place. My eyes were stuck on his stormy orbs that seemed to erase the displeasure of the memory of the disrespectful politician. Now, they watched me with an indiscernible expression I could not fully comprehend. Not when we were so close to each other like this.

"I am very many things, Emilia Alexander, but a rapist is not one of them. Multiple sins stain my soul but that is not a line I would ever cross. I would never hurt you like that. And I would never let anyone hurt you either. You are my wife, Emilia. Our circumstances may not have been traditional in any way but that does not change the fact that you now belong to me."

His words absolutely annihliated me. I wanted to believe him. I really wanted to trust the look in his eyes that seemed somewhat like sincerity. The lump in my throat was almost hard to swallow as I reigned my emotions in, not allowing him to see just how much his declaration affected me.

How close to home it actually was.

How much it meant to me.

"That's not to say I will not make you continue to question yourself, make you face parts of yourself you didn't even know existed. You have no idea how hard that makes me, malen'kiy zayka. You're like a blank canvas. So ripe and ready to be ruined. To be destroyed and liberated into a world of pleasure beyond your wildest imagination. Nothing will ever prepare you for the hurricane that I am. I will make you cry, scream and long for me. I will f*****g erase every single man that has come before me. They will be nothing but specks of dust, passing fades compared to the completion you shall experience in my arms. Your body will need me. Crave me. And your thoughts will eventually catch up. You will tell me what you want me to do to you. You will beg me to make that cunt mine and come undone on my c**k every single damn time. You, my dear wife, will belong to me in every sense of the word."

I was sure he could feel my heart beat, feel the wetness that pooled between my legs at his words. Desire swirled around us as I internalized his words I knew to be true. He was not playing around. He meant it all and I could feel just how much by the imprint that painfully strained against his briefs and into my ass. I was gushing, wanting him more than I should. I was being illogical and I f*****g loved it.

Just as much as I loved the way he looked at me, blood on his body, a wildness in his gaze.

This man would absolutely wreck me and yet I was so ready.

"But not tonight. I will wait for you to come to me. To offer up your body and beg for me to take you. But do not keep me waiting for too long, or I may be forced to get creative with my persuasion."

His wink was mischievous and cute-yes, cute.

I speechlessly let him bundle me into his arms, almost as if I weighed nothing, and watched silently as he placed me in the bed. My mind was a jumbled up mess as I watched him disappear into the shower and come back several minutes later looking more human. The wall that he always had up was back and I almost expected him to change his mind.

Part of me kind of wanted to and I had no idea how to respond to that.

I really just might offer myself to him like some sort of cretin-absolutely lacking in self awareness other than the fact that I wanted this man to devour me.

He didn't falter. All he did was wrap his arm around my waist and pull me flush to his body before urging me to sleep.

This is definitely NOT how I expected my wedding night to go...

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