The Mafia Lord's Wrong Bride

Chapter Two

Chapter 2: Kiss of Death

Katerina's POV

"I now announce you as husband and wife in front of your loved ones. You may now kiss the bride."

Those were spoken a lot of times in this place, but at that moment, each word weighed the world on my shoulders. Nobody reacted or made any sound. I don't think anybody was breathing either.

When we entered the church earlier with Alejandro's suit tainted with blood, the atmosphere quickly changed. His family was unfazed, but I don't think anyone had the guts to scold the Mafia Lord. My family looked bothered by it and the priest was obviously uncomfortable, but he didn't dare breathe a word about it.

It was subtle and I don't think anybody noticed how I gripped my gown when Alejandro reached for my veil. When the veil was removed, I saw his face again and this time, I had the chance to actually look at the man I had just married.

He had a sharp and defined jaw with faint stubbles covering his chin and along his cheek. It gave him the rugged look of a man of his status. His lips were plump and naturally red, and if it's another man I would be tempted to kiss him—as if I had kissed another man in my life when I had no boyfriend since birth. His nose was straight and I actually envied how sharp they looked. It perfectly matched his face and gave him that mysterious aura.

My eyes trailed up to his stormy and deep set of forest green eyes looking at me with such an intensity that can make any woman's knees buckle. His eyes were covered with long lashes longer than mine that served as a shadow beneath his gaze. He had a pair of thick eyebrows that completed his handsome face. I would be lying if I say that Alejandro Santini is an ugly man because no, I might hate him to the bone, but the man is undeniably gorgeous.

"Smile. You look tense." He said just before his lips claimed mine and my eyes widened.

My stomach churned in disgust and every fiber of my being wants to push him away from me, but I had to remind myself of my mission. Instead of doing that, I swallowed the bile in my throat and remained as still as a mannequin as his lips moved against mine.

I heard cheers and applause around us just as Alejandro pulled away from me, and my heart skipped a beat when a frown found its way on his face, and his lips curled. I thought he'd say something, but he just wrapped his arm around me to pull me closer and together, we faced the crowd who witnessed our union.

"Congratulations, Melissa. We are happy for you." Mom congratulated me when it's their turn and I could tell she struggled not to stutter in front of Alejandro. She hugged me tight and whispered a word of apology that I only responded with a squeeze.

"Please take care of our daughter, Alejandro. She's our most treasured princess." Dad shook his hand firmly and I saw how Dad flinched a little when Alejandro squeezed his hand I assume.

"Don't worry. I will take good care of her."

I waited for a sarcastic remark, a mockery, or an unpleasant reply from the ruthless man beside me, but I was a little surprised at the honesty behind his words.

If there is one thing I learned from Alejandro as time passed by and we reached the end of the reception party, it was the fact that the man is a huge pervert! He wouldn't stop touching me, and he would constantly hold my waist, squeeze my hips or ass and even subtly feel parts of my body. I might be inexperienced compared to Melissa, but I'm guessing they have already done it by how touchy he was.

"I can't wait to have you to myself." He whispered in my ear and it sent a shiver down my spine. "Should we do it with you still wearing this gown?"

'Stop talking, you maniac!' I wanted to scream at him but stopped myself and smiled at him instead.

When it was time to go home for our honeymoon, I panicked and made an excuse that I want to be with my family for a few minutes and that he can go ahead. I was relieved when he agreed, but not before squeezing my ass and telling me to hurry.

"I can do this." I chanted to myself just as my parents appeared with a solemn look on their faces.

"Be careful, Kate. If he ever hurt you, do not hesitate to tell us and we'll come and get you, okay?" Dad told me in concern and I nodded with a smile. Truth is, I didn't tell them about the letter because I didn't want to worry them. They'd probably stop me from taking Melissa's place and I don't want to put them in danger.

"I promise, Dad. I might not be as tough as Mel, but I will still bite back!" I forced myself to act positive and bubbly like usual, but deep inside, I was nervous.

Mom took me in her arms and rubbed my head. "I'm sorry, baby. Remember that we love you, okay?"

I nodded and kissed their cheeks before getting in the bridal car that will take me to the devil. Once inside, I double checked the sleeping pills I prepared for moments like this night. I must prevent Alejandro from sleeping with me because the moment he finds out I'm a virgin, we're doomed. I will probably run out of reasons and tricks one day, but I will hold on for as long as I can.

The car entered a huge metal gate and I thought I'd see the house right away, but the driver kept on driving until we eventually reached a white modern mansion and my mouth almost fell open in amazement. My family and I live a simple life, so to see a house as huge as this is overwhelming. The large mansion was designed with timeless elegance—old but still regal in its own way. It was surrounded by perfectly trimmed grass and trees. There is a majestic fountain built in the middle of a circle and it's just ironic that it was designed with angels, when the owner of the house is anything but.

I was at awe at the ethereal beauty of the place and I was snapped out of my stupor when I saw the devil himself. He was now only wearing a clean white undershirt that showed the toned muscle he was hiding underneath.

"You sure took your time." He said in a serious tone and I yelped when he suddenly carried me in his arms as if I weighed nothing. "Are you ready for a long night, wife?" He gave me a mischievous smile and I forced out a giggle to cover the gag because of his words.

'I'm not ready and I will never be ready!' I screeched in my head but wrapped my hand around his head instead.

"Why don't we have a drink first, hubby?"

'Hubby? Seriously, Katerina?' I cringed in my head but Alejandro did not seem to mind. He raised an eyebrow and took me to a mini bar he had in his house.

I was amazed how beautiful it was inside, but did not show it. He gently put me on the bar stool and I wasn't prepared for his next move. He held my hips in place and crashed his lips against mine. I instantly tasted the alcohol in his mouth because he was already drinking a lot earlier at the reception. The action made me gasp and I was rendered motionless. I was numbed in surprise and I didn't know what to do. In fear that he might suspect something, I swallowed my nerve and copied what he's doing. I was aware how sloppy my kiss was but I tried my best to match his pace. I pushed him away when he suddenly grabbed my chest and squeezed them.

"What?" He asked, disappointed and confused that I stopped him.

I swallowed and avoided his gaze. "I uh, I want a drink first."

I did not wait for his response and poured a drink for us both. When he was not looking my way, I quickly slipped the sleeping pill I crushed and mixed it with his drink.

"Cheers to our married life." I gave him the drink and he accepted it with a smirk.

"You've been acting weird."

I only smiled and took a sip, grimacing a little at the strong taste that burned my throat. I watched him put the glass under my lashes and put the glass back on the counter.

"It's time for our honeymoon, wife."

I let Alejandro carry me to his bed and to his bed. My heart beat faster when he started removing my gown and I locked every muscle in my body in order not to stop him.

He took a moment to look at me, as if he was drinking in every part of me. I saw how his breath grew heavier and how his eyes darkened with lust. He climbed on the bed and he was about to kiss me again when he collapsed on top of me and I sighed in relief, pushing him off me and covering myself.

God, how can I seduce him if my body rejects his every touch?