Remarried To My Dangerous Mafia Husband

Chapter 4

Content Warning: This chapter contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult readers (18+). Reader discretion is advised. Please continue only if you are comfortable with this content.

A black luxury SUV rolled smoothly through a pair of massive, heavily guarded iron gates.

Everywhere she looked, there were men in dark suits, carrying heavy firearms openly, while their eyes scanned the property with sharp, military precision.

Even the driver who had picked her up from the hospital had a thick scar running down his neck and looked like he could snap a man's arm without blinking.

Ramiro sat beside her in the back seat, completely silent, checking documents on his tablet. The heavy gold ring on his finger matched the one now sitting on Peggy's left hand.

The car stopped in front of a sprawling, modern stone mansion.

"Get out," Ramiro said flatly, not looking up from his screen.

Peggy opened the door and stepped onto the driveway. The air was cool, and the simple cotton dress the hospital staff had provided felt thin against her skin. Ramiro walked past her without waiting, stepping through the massive front doors. Peggy hurried behind him, her bare feet clicking softly on the dark hardwood floors inside.

More armed men stood at the corners of the wide hallways. They all bowed their heads slightly as Ramiro walked past, but their sharp eyes lingered on Peggy, judging her.

Ramiro led her up a grand staircase, down a long corridor, and pushed open a pair of heavy double doors.

"This is your room," Ramiro said, stepping inside.

The bedroom was massive, decorated in dark grays and blacks. A king-sized bed sat in the center, flanked by floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the guarded grounds.

Peggy took a step inside, looking around nervously. "I don't have anything, but…"

"Strip," Ramiro cut her off. His voice was completely flat, a calm command that filled the quiet room.

Peggy froze. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she stared at him, her eyes wide with shock. "What?"

Ramiro turned around slowly. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and tossed it carelessly onto a nearby armchair.

"Take off the clothes," he repeated.

A wave of panic hit her. She instinctively took a step backward toward the door, her hands flying to the collar of her hospital dress. "Right now?”

Ramiro didn't look angry, which made him even more terrifying. He walked toward her slowly, his massive frame completely cutting off her path to the exit. He stopped just inches away, looking down at her shivering form with an icy, unyielding expression.

"Did you forget the contract we signed this afternoon?" Ramiro asked, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "I told you exactly what this was. I paid your debts, wiped away your criminal record, and gave you my name.

"I know," Peggy whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "But..."

Ramiro reached out, his large, rough hand firmly gripping her chin, forcing her to look up into his dark eyes. There was no warmth, no passion, and no pity in his gaze.

"You belong to me now, Peggy," he said, his tone brutal and direct. "You are my legal wife. I provide for you, and in return, you obey me. Now, take off the dress.”

Peggy looked into Ramiro’s dark, unyielding eyes and realized there was no room for negotiation.

With trembling fingers, she reached for the buttons of the simple hospital dress. One by one, she removed everything on her, until she stood bare in the cold, unfamiliar bedroom.

Ramiro looked at her with desire.

Without hesitation, he pushed her against the wall and Peggy felt pain when her back hit the wall of the room.

“Turn around,” Ramiro commanded.

Peggy was not sure what he planned, but she obeyed him anyway. The truth was, she was afraid he would hurt her. Her back was now turned to him, while she stared at the wall, not knowing what to expect.

Ramiro roughly grabbed her neck from behind.

He slid his hands down her butt until he found the opening of her Virginia.

Peggy shivered as she felt the tip of his finger graze her opening.

She wanted to feel disgusted, but instead, her body craved him.

The last time Lucien had touched her or was even affectionate with her was after they both found out she was pregnant three years ago. At first, he had refused to sleep with her because he was afraid of hurting the baby, but even after the miscarriage, he refused to have s*x with her.

“Spread your legs,” Ramiro's voice echoed through the room as he tightened the hold of his hand on her neck.

Peggy, afraid he would snap her neck, obeyed him quickly and spread her legs.

Without warning, two large fingers were pushed into her Virginia.

The sudden movement made Peggy close her legs.

Ramiro's grip around her neck tightened, and Peggy was starting to struggle for air. She tried to pull his hand away from her neck, but her small hands had no impact on his grip

“Open your legs,” He whispered coldly to her ears, not concerning himself with the woman gasping for air in his hands.

Tears slipped from her face as she quickly spread her legs wider for him. Almost immediately, Peggy felt his grip on her neck relax as Ramiro let go.

She burst into a fist of coughs from the sudden relief.

But he did not wait for her to relax; he forcefully added a third finger into her. Peggy almost thought her Virginia would tear from the impact of those large fingers. But Ramiro did not care. He began to move them inside her in an upward motion. Peggy did not make the mistake of closing her legs again.

She covered her mouth, afraid of making a single noise.

And he noticed it. He seized and suspended her hands above her head before continuing with what he was doing with his hands inside her.

Peggy could not control herself anymore. She moaned as he increased his pace. She was feeling pain and pleasure at the same time.

“Good,” she heard him whisper.

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled out his wet fingers.

Peggy thought it was over.

But the next second, he lifted her butt and slid his large d**k into her.

Peggy screamed in pain. She did not expect him to be this big. She tried to pull away in protest, but he slammed her against the wall, leaving her no space to escape.

“Relax and let me in,” He warned.

Ramiro was pressing her so hard against the wall that Peggy could feel her breast scrape against the wall painfully.

Her buttocks were slightly protruding, with Ramiro’s d**k halfway inside her.

“Relax,” He warned again, but this time, he slowly pushed the rest of his manhood in, allowing her to fully take him.

The only person Peggy has had s*x with was Lucien, but compared to Ramiro, Peggy realised he was quite small.

Peggy tried to relax herself just like Ramiro told her. She was afraid she would get hurt and would suffer a tear in her virgina if she didn't.

Slowly, he began to move inside her. Peggy gritted her teeth in pain as he slid in and out of her.

At first, he was gentle, and Peggy thought he was going to continue to be gentle like that.

But Ramiro was only giving her time to adjust. The moment he was sure her inside was wide enough to contain him, he thrust harder.

Peggy winced, not expecting the sudden force.

But Ramiro went harder, and harder and faster and faster, that Peggy could feel his d**k hit against her cervix multiple times.

She held on to the wall for her dear life, afraid she would fall from the impact of his rough movement.

Ramiro did not stop thrusting until he released his seed in her.

Pelggy thought he would stop then, but he did not. The third time she felt another chunk of liquid slip down her inner thighs, did Ramiro finally let her go.

The room was silent except for the sound of Peggy’s shallow, ragged breathing against the wall.

Ramiro walked over to the armchair, picked up his suit jacket, and smoothly put it back on. He adjusted his cuffs and straightened his tie in the mirror and left.

The moment the lock turned, Peggy slid down the wall onto the cold floor. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over, and she pulled her knees to her chest, sobbing quietly in the darkness of the massive room.

A wave of deep regret washed over her. She felt completely degraded and stripped of whatever little dignity she had managed to carry out of the Devereux mansion.