Forced Marriage with the Devil Mafia

Pushed her down to the bed...

Marcel kicked his study door open with a force that echoed through the house. Anger surged through him as he shoved everything that came his way, books and papers flying in a chaotic whirlwind.

His eyes, dark with fury, fell on the glass table. With a guttural roar, he swung his fist down with such force that the table shattered into countless pieces. The sharp shards embedded themselves in his skin, crimson droplets of blood beginning to flow.

“How could you! How could you hurt Jenna? Just how!!” Marcel was still in disbelief at what he had done. His mind replayed the horrific scene over and over, the image of Jenna’s innocent, tear-streaked face choking on sobs haunting him. The way she slumped to the floor, her eyes filled with terror, was etched into his memory like a scar.

“Boss!” Kai burst into the study, his eyes widening at the sight of the chaos. Papers and books lay strewn across the floor, and the glass table was nothing more than a pile of jagged shards. “Your hand is bleeding!”

“My heart is bleeding, Kai! My heart!” Marcel growled, his voice was raw with anguish. He glared at Kai with sharp, red-rimmed eyes.

Kai took a deep breath, absorbing the intensity of Marcel’s pain. Without a word, he crossed the room and grasped Marcel’s uninjured arm, dragging him out of the study. “Marcel, you can’t lose yourself like this! If you have done something wrong, you need to make it right. Hurting yourself won’t do any good—for you or anyone else!”

Marcel resisted at first, his anger still boiling over, but the desperate concern in Kai’s voice pierced through his rage. He allowed himself to be led away, his breaths coming in ragged, uneven gasps.

Kai guided Marcel to a chair in the living room, forcing him to sit down. He knelt in front of him, examining the bloodied hand with a critical eye. “You need to get these shards out,” Kai said, his tone firm yet gentle. “And you need to calm down.”

Marcel sat there for a while but soon, impatience took over. He withdrew his hand from Kai’s grasp, taking out his handkerchief, he wrapped it around his bleeding palm, the makeshift bandage quickly soaking through with crimson.

. Without another word, Marcel stood and headed to the kitchen, his footsteps heavy with purpose.

Once in the kitchen, Marcel approached the maid, who looked up in surprise at his sudden entrance. “Prepare a food tray for me, please,” he added. “I need it quickly.”

As the maid hurried to comply, Marcel searched through the cabinets, finally finding a small tin of ointment.

Moments later, the maid returned with a tray laden with food. Marcel nodded and took the tray, his grip steady despite the pain.

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Jenna had managed to transport herself to her room with great difficulty, her body aching with each step. She was now crouching down on the bed. The throbbing in her neck was a constant, reminding her of what had transpired earlier. Every breath she took seemed to aggravate the ache, making her relive the moments of terror again and again.

Tears streamed down her face, soaking the pillow beneath her. She clutched at her throat, wincing as her fingers brushed against the tender bruises

The door creaked open, and Jenna looked up, her vision blurred by tears. Marcel stood there, holding a tray of food, with a cold expression on his face.

Marcel set the tray down on the bedside table, his heart aching at the sight of Jenna’s agony. He reached out as if to touch her, but she recoiled, her eyes filled with fear.

“You haven’t eaten anything. Have something,” Marcel said.

Jenna shook her head, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “I do not want anything from you! I hate you!

“I know,” Marcel said softly. “But you need the energy to hate me and for that, you should eat!”

Jenna’s sobs grew quieter. She looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

Marcel took a deep breath. He rose to his feet and advanced his steps toward Jenna. “Let me apply some ointment on your wound.”

Jenna’s eyes grew bigger at Marcel’s words. If looks could kill, Marcel would have died a thousand times. “Stay away from me!”

“Shh!” Marcel put his index finger on her lips and shushed her. “Let me see,” he said and sat beside her, leaning dangerously close to her where Jenna could feel his warm breath on her nape.

Marcel’s fingers gently stroked her bruises as he blew on hot air, trying to soothe the burning sensation when he felt Jenna flinched at the contact of his fingers.

Jenna closed her eyes as her heart pounded, her breath quickened and a shiver ran down her spine. Marcel’s gentle stroke ignited a desire within her as her stomach felt a weird knot. ‘What are you doing to me, Marcel? First, you hurt me, then you tend to my wound!’ She thought and opened her eyes slightly, her gaze fell on Marcel’s other hand, wrapped in a crimson-stained handkerchief.

“What happened to you?” Jenna suddenly spoke, her voice soft yet filled with concern. She turned to look at Marcel, causing their lips to inch dangerously close to each other. The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Marcel’s breath hitched as their eyes locked. The heat between them was unbearable for him. “It’s nothing,” he whispered in a husky tone. “It’s a reminder of my own sins.”

Jenna’s eyes grew bigger in shock. As tears brimmed in her eyes. ‘What kind of psycho are you? You hurt me but you hurt yourself more.'

Marcel stared at Jenna without blinking and followed the drop of tears that fell from Jenna’s eyes to her cheeks and into the end mixing in her wet lips.

“Why would you do that?” Jenna said amidst her sobs, making Marcel’s heart ache as he planted her lips on the corner of her eyes.

‘Your tears are valuable to me! You can’t shed them for me after what I have done to you,’ Marcel thought to himself as Jenna closed her eyes accepting the kiss.

Marcel didn’t stop there as his kiss trailed down to her cheek and into her, capturing Jenna’s lips in a hot and intense kiss.

"Mmm!” Jenna moaned softly between the kiss and clutched Marcel’s shirt to balance herself. Marcel took the chance and wrapped his injured hand around Jenna’s waist and pulled her toward himself.

Their bodies pressed against each other, so close they could feel the vibrations of their heavy breathing.

“I—” Jenna began, but her voice was cut off as she pushed Marcel away, completely breathless. Marcel didn't let her go far, resting his forehead against hers while supporting her by holding the back of her head. Their hot breaths mingled with each other.

‘Why can’t I have enough of you?’ Marcel said to himself as he opened his eyes and looked at Jenna’s wet and swollen lips, the aftermath of what he had done. ‘I want more.’

With that thought Marcel pulled away from her, pressed his lips on the back of her neck and slowly pushed her down to the bed…