Forced Marry To The Mafia King

Chapter 3

"I... I can’t," I whisper, my knees hitting the carpet. I am trembling so violently I can barely keep my head up. "Please... just listen to me."

"Listen to you?" He stalks forward, each footstep sounding like a death knell. "The time for talking died with me Now."

"N-no... please... spare me," I stammer, crawling backward until my spine hits the edge of the cold bedframe. "I didn't do anything. I swear, I didn't know..."

"Liar!" He is over me in a flash. He is a predator who has forgotten the concept of mercy. "You knew exactly what you were doing to him. You lured him in with that innocent face, and then you let him burn."

"That's not true! I loved him!"

"You loved the power he gave you!" he roars. In one swift, violent motion, his hand reaches out. Rip.

The silk of my top is shredded down the middle. I am left exposed, shivering as the cold air bites into my skin.

"Please!" I cry out, trying to shield myself. "Don't do this! This isn't a marriage, it's an execution!"

"You're right," he growls, pinning my wrists behind my back with a single, iron-like grip. He forces me upright, his chest heaving against mine. "This is a debt collection. You wanted romance, didn't you? You wanted the flowers, the rings, the 'forever'?"

"I just wanted to be happy..." I sob, my head snapping back as he leans into my neck.

"My brother is dead because of your pathetic 'love'!" His breath is hot and ragged. "He's in a box, and you're standing here breathing. Now, you pay the price in blood and skin. Every mark I leave on you is a reminder of what you stole from this family."

"You're a monster," I choke out.

"I am exactly what you made me," he replies. He crashes his lips onto mine. There is no warmth only a brutal claim.

I feel the sharp sting of his teeth. I taste the copper tang of blood. I try to scream, but he muffles it, his massive frame pinning me against the mattress until the breath is forced from my lungs.

"Stop... please..." I manage to gasp when he pulls away for a fraction of a second. "I loved Max... I really did... but it wasn't my fault he was targeted!"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" He roars, the sound vibrating through the very mattress.

"Do not speak his name! Your mouth is a poison that killed him! If you say it one more time, I will make you wish you had never been born! Tell me, did you whisper his name while he was dying? Did you?"

"I wasn't there! You know I wasn't there!"

"The truth is that you are mine now," he says, his voice dropping to a terrifying, low hiss. He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, not with passion, but with the intent to mark.

I scream as he brands me with his hatred, "Do you feel that? That’s the mark of your sentence. Do you like being a prisoner, little bird?"

"It hurts... it hurts so much... let me go!" I cry, my hands clawing at the sheets.

"Endure it," he commands, his eyes dark with a madness I can’t recognize. "This is your reality now. This room, this bed, and my anger. This is your kingdom. Do you think Max would recognize you now? Broken and weeping under my touch?"

"Stop it! Please, just kill me instead!"

"Kill you? No," he laughs, a dark, hollow sound.

"Death is too easy. I want you to live. I want you to wake up every day and feel the weight of what you've done. I want you to look in the mirror and see my marks and remember that you belong to a dead man's brother."

He begins to move with a terrifying, crazed pace. There is no rhythm to it, only a chaotic surge of power meant to break me. Every movement feels like it’s carving a new wound into my soul.

"Why?" I whisper, my voice cracking, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you're the only thing left of him to destroy!" he shouts, his hands bruising my skin as he drives his point home. "I’m going to erase every memory of his love for you and replace it with this! You will forget his touch! You will only remember mine!"

My screams echo off the high ceilings, unheard by the world outside.

"I’m going to die..." I moan, my eyes rolling back. "I can't bear this... I'm breaking... please... stop..."

"You aren't going anywhere," he growls, his grip tightening. "Look at me! Look at the man who owns you! Say it! Say you belong to me!"

"I... I can't..."

"Say it!"

"I belong to you," I whisper, the words tasting like ash.

But my weakness only fuels his fire. He doesn't want my surrender; he wants my total annihilation. He increases his speed, a final, violent surge of dominance that feels like a physical earthquake shaking my soul.

"This is the price!" he growls, his voice cracking with a strange mix of agony and triumph. "This is for every tear my mother shed! This is for every drop of blood he lost!"

A final, agonizing scream rips from my lungs a sound of pure, unadulterated pain that fills every corner of the dark room. It’s the sound of a heart finally shattering into dust.

My body goes limp. The light in the room fades to a pinprick, then vanishes altogether. The sensation of his weight, the sting of the bruises it all melts away into a heavy lost Unconscious.

I have finally broken.

TO BE CONTINUED…!!!!