Trading My Ex For His Mafia Uncle

CHAPTER TWO

Knowing the wicked plan he had in mind, Micah insisted on a very small-scale wedding and Alan, who didn't really care, agreed without hesitation while Scott insisted on preparing the marriage contract. In the midst of all the bubbling and preparing, Chyna, who had been informed of the plan immediately sat on her bed, staring out her window.

One could see renewed hope in her eyes, she'll gain her freedom finally by the next day. Over the last few days, Micah had come to be the loveliest person she had ever met, he even took her on an ice cream date. She was beyond happy, the freedom she yearned for is finally here and she didn't have to struggle for it.

The wedding day arrived in a breeze, dressed in a simple white wedding dress, Chyna walked down the aisle with Scott by her side. To her, Scott was more family than Alan, having saved her from her wicked father numerous times. She had asked the previous day that he walked her and he agreed without hesitation.

The ceremony went smoothly without any glitch and Micah signed the marriage contract without hesitation.

Later that night……

Chyna was taken to her new room by the maids. The room was beautifully decorated with flowers and low light. She was no i***t, she knew what happens on wedding nights but she also knew she wasn't ready and her innocent brain was already conjuring when she tells Micah and how he'll tell her it's okay and all will be well.

Three hours passed and Micah still hadn't arrived. Barely keeping her eyes open, Chyna decided to sleep, convinced her newly wed husband will understand.

Chyna's pov

….the touch was light at first, from my legs…the hand caressed up to my inner thighs….

I jolted awake…. “Where have you been?” …..I asked, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

“The club.” was his uncaring reply

“But it's our wedding night” I drawled, struggling to stay awake..

“And I'm here for it. Strip”

“About that, I wanted to tell you….” I began looking up at him with googly eyes… “I'm not ready”

“Is this some kind of sick joke” he asked letting out a forced laugh

“Are you drunk, Micah?” I asked with genuine care and worry etching in her voice

“None of your damn business, b***h” he screamed and next thing she knew she was laying on her back …. “Micah, what are you doing?” I asked trying to get back up

Completely ignoring my question, he threw me right back and with one move, my gown was torn apart. Along with it, my undergarments got ripped, unable to put up with my struggle, he yanked off his tie and tied my hands to the headboard.

“What are you doing Micah, please stop!!” I cried out in anguish

“Shut the f**k up b***h” he shouted impatiently taking off his own clothes.

“Micah please” , I pleaded now crying hysterically but her plea was only met with a hard slap on the cheek.

“Quit whining already!’ he bellowed, delivering a kick to my stomach.

Bare bodied, he sat me up and grabbed my chin aggressively. I had always imagined my first kiss would be magical and romantic, but the harsh joining of lips with my husband did zero justice to my imagination. He forcefully pried open my mouth and seized my tongue, in a fierce battle of tongues, I could taste my blood in my mouth.

I moaned in pain while kicking everywhere, I needed him away from me before this got out of hand. I consoled myself, this was drunken behaviour and he'll be back to the sweet Micah I know once he's sober. I….just…need…him.. to be sober and there it was, if I could just reach the glass of water and maybe splash it on him, he'll wake up.

Pulling with all my strength, I desperately tried to reach the water jug. As if hearing my inner plea, he untied my hands and with all my might I reached for the water, I touched it but before I could lift it, I was lifted and mercilessly thrown to the bed. “Stay still b***h” he screamed at me.

Realisation dawned on me, I wasn't getting away. I screamed for help with all my might praying desperately that someone would hear me and come to my aid.

“Help!!....” my shout was cut off when something was shoved down my throat. My eyes widened in realisation when I discovered what it was. Giving no care about the impact, he penetrated my mouth rough and hard. The more I tried to scream, the harder he thrusted. Pushing him away only seemed to make him stronger.

I could only lay still while he f****d my mouth hoping it'll be over soon.

“Yes, take it like the w***e you are” he enuciated, his intensity higher with each word. I could feel the side of my lips tear but he continued without a care in the world. After what felt like forever, I felt a rush of fluid explode in my mouth. I didn't need to be told to know what it was.

He got up and I was happy it was finally over, except it wasn't. Butt naked, he walked to the walk-in closet and returned with a metal box in his hand. Fear of the unknown gripped me and I gaped in horror as he pried the box opened.

Before I could process what I saw, he picked up the cuffs and walked to me with a grin on his face. I knew right away I was done for.

“Micah please don't do this” I tried pleading with him once more

“Shush princess, you'll enjoy it, I promise”

“Please!!” I tried again hoping desperately he'd have a change of heart but I was wrong, without warning he dragged me to the foot of the bed and before I knew it ... .both my legs were cuffed to either side of the bed. My hands weren't excluded from the bondage.

Now completely at his mercy, I could only watch as he pulled the box closer. Staring into my soul were those brown eyes of his, slowly he lowered himself onto the floor. I flinched when I felt his breath on my inner thighs, I tried closing my legs even though I knew I couldn't.

Disregarding my little acts of rebellion, he pulled closer to my vertical lips and let his tongue roll. I shuddered from the sensation. He inserted a finger in my p***y and moved them as if he was exploring my insides.

With time, he quickened his pace and despite wanting to struggle, I couldn't deny the feeling coursing through my body. I let out a loud moan I didn't know I was holding when he added an extra finger.

I was almost at my climax when he removed his fingers suddenly…. “I won't let you have your pleasure that easily,, you'd enjoy it like I promised” he said smiling seductively.

Pulling the box closer, he brought out a whip and my eyes froze in horror. Turning me over, he rammed into me without caution. Something tore in me and I could feel it with all my being. Without giving me time to adjust to his d**k, he started moving, slowly at first , then fast all of a sudden. I could no longer hold it in and screamed with all might as tears streamed down my face.

I was desperately trying to adjust when I felt a lash of the whip on my butt, I whimpered and cried out loudly. My loud crying became muffled when he put duct tape over my mouth. I didn't know how long had passed when he stopped.

He untied me and I ran to the far corner of the bed fearing he'll tie me again if I stayed. He only smirked, draped a robe he had picked in the closet over himself and left.