The Krasniqi Bride

5: The Morning After

Liridona's POV

Sunlight slips through the curtains letting thin gold lines fall across the bed. I wake up slowly. My body feels heavy and sore in places I did not know could hurt.

I lie naked under the sheet. Skin sticks to skin. There is a ring sitting on my finger. It is a gold band; heavy and cold.

Reality crashes in fast.

Last night happened. The chapel. The kiss. The bed. His hands. His mouth. His body inside mine; rough at first then angry, and then something else. Something I hate to remember.

I responded. I moaned. I had moved with him. My body gave in and I hate it. Shame burns hot in my chest, confusion follows then rage comes last.

I sit up, the sheet falls to my waist. There are marks covering my skin; bites on my shoulder, handprints on my hips. Red, purple, haunting as proof of what happened.

Last night really did happen. Valon f*****g Krasniqi took me… no…this is kidnapping. Kidnapped my sister and I and we have no one out there to report us as missing.

Now I wished I had known my client because I am sure the motherfucker will not report me as missing. I am really regretting taking the offer now. I should not have entered Valon's nest.

I clench my fists letting my nails dig into my palms.

Still in my thoughts, the door opens.

Valon walks in in a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up. There is a tray in his hands and in the tray sits coffee, bread and strawberries.

He looks calm and dominant like nothing has changed. But why is he bringing me breakfast like a gentleman? He is so far from that, if the devil has a spawn, it would be this Krasniqi hunk in front of me.

He sets the tray on the nightstand.

“Good morning, wife.”

The word cuts deep.

I glare at him which is hard to do with just one eye but I made sure to narrow my good eye well so as to pass my point across.

“I want to see Diellza.”

He nods once.

“After breakfast.”

I push the sheet away and stand up. That was when I realized I am damn naked.

He stares at me with his eyes moving over me slowly in a possessive way.

I do not cover myself though as it is useless with him.

He steps closer and lifted my chin with his hands.

“You belong to me now, completely.”

I jerk my face away.

He smiles darkly and that actually scares me for a second. He is a devil.

I decided not to eat anything, my stomach twists too hard.

He leads me down the hall. I walk barefooted, the stone is cold under my toes.

The guest wing door opens.

Diellza sits on the bed. Her eyes are red. She must have been crying again.

She runs to me and hugs me tightly.

I hug back, now that my hands are free. I hold her close.

“Liri, when can we go?” she whispers.

I press my lips to her ear.

“I will find a way out. I swear. Stay strong.”

She nods shakily.

Valon stands in the doorway, watching us silently just as he did the first time. He looks like a hawk.

I glare at him over my sister's head but there was no reaction from him. One day, I will get a reaction out of him, he should not be that immune.

He does not move.

I pull away from Diellza and kiss her forehead.

“I will come back soon.”

She clings for a second. Then let go of me.

Valon and I then leave and walk to his bedroom.

The door shuts and he locks it again.

What is he up to? I hate the fact that I cannot read him while he can read me from my head to my toes. It is unfair.

Valon turns to me.

“Rules start today.”

I cross my arms and he steps close, then cups my face with his hands.

“You are mine. Your body, your mind, your soul. Everything belongs to me.”

Here we go again. Is he marking his territory or what? I am not a possession. I slap his hand away.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me to the bed. I push him at his chest trying to fight but that only infuriates him. He lifts me and places me on the sheets.

His hands move slowly. He peels my dress open and strips himself next. His c**k springs free and I swallow. I hate how my body clenches at the sight.

His chest crushes my breasts, my n*****s scrape against him. I push at his shoulders again and he pins my wrists above my head with one hand.

He lines up against my p***y and pushes in slowly. No rush, just deeply, stretching possession. My p***y yields around him, wet despite everything. I curse him under my breath. “f*****g bastard…”

He thrusts steady and deeper. Every slide drags against that spot inside me. I bite my lip so hard I taste blood.

“Mine,” he whispers against my ear, voice gravel.

I moan, “f**k you…”

He keeps the rhythm; slow and relentless. My legs betray me and wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. My need builds and shame burns hotter than pleasure.

He shifts, hits harder and deeper. My body tightens. I curse again, louder. “You asshole… don’t…”

My orgasm crashes anyway, sharp and violent. His name rips from my throat. “Valon…!”

He groans low and thrusts once, twice; then buries himself deep, his hot pulses fill me. He comes hard, body shuddering over mine.

We stay locked together with our breathing ragged. His weight pins me. I tremble; small, uncontrollable shakes.

He rolls off slowly and pulls me against his chest.

I don’t push away.

He whispers, low against my hair.

“You’re mine forever.”

I stay silent. Heart hammering.

He thinks he’s won.

He hasn’t.