Chapter 4
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The Consummation
Alessia was helped down from the car.
"Madamé Alessia." Marie and Sara chorused.
"Take her to her room." Marco said in a brisk tone.
"Yes, Sir." The girls replied.
Alessia followed them to her bedroom.
The pines whistled softly in the wind. The scent of apples and sweet fruit wafted in the air. Lights from the street lights permeated the dark, lighting her path.
Alessia followed them to her bedroom.
"My lady, you look stunning," a few maids whispered to them.
Alessia smiled at them, holding her dress in her hands.
They arrived the spacious bedroom.
"We will help you into your dress, ma'am." Marie beamed Alessia a smile.
Alessia gave them a curt nod.
She was helped out of the wedding gown and into the bath.
"My lady, you have very beautiful hair." Sara complimented Alessia's auburn's hair.
Alessia replied her compliment with a radiant smile.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Sara said, turning to the direction of the door.
Marie walked into the bathroom. "Ma'am, Don Marco is ready."
"Alright," Sara understood the message and turned to Alessia, "Ma'am, I will have to hurry up your bath. Your husband is ready."
Alessia gave her a puzzled look and asked with a hand sign. "Ready? Ready for what?"
"Ummm…Let's get you out first." Marie exchanged looks with Sara and shook her head.
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After drying Alessia, they dolled her up in a flowing white dress. The makeup they applied to her face highlighted her hazel eyes and high cheek bones.
Marie stepped back to look at her artwork. "Oh, you look so pretty, ma'am. The buttons can easily be removed so it won't be difficult for Don Marco."
"Why wouldn't it be difficult for him?" Alessia asked them with a handsign.
"Oh. Here you go," Marie went to grab a flask from the fridge.
"This will help with the pain, ma'am. If you get scared, you can close your eyes when he's doing it." Marie uncapped the flask and poured the content into a little cup.
Alessia stared with utter bewilderment at them. What on earth do they mean?
"Here." Marie passed the cup to Alessia.
She stared into the cup, wondering what kind of drink it was.
"Drink, ma'am." She said.
A knock on the door startled them.
"Madamé Alessia, it is time." A shrill voice spoke outside the door.
'Time for what?' Alessia's eyebrows wrinkle in puzzlement.
She looked down at the glass and took a long sip anyways. She swallowed hard and a made a face.
"Let's go." Sara helped Alessia up.
Sara went to the door and knocked. "We're ready."
The door clicked open.
Jonathan bowed his head. "Madamé Alessia, what a pleasant surprise."
Alessia beamed him a smile.
He held out his hand to her. "Shall we?"
She looked at his empty hand, wondering where they were going.
"Go with him." Marie whispered to her.
Alessia took his hand and he led down the hallway.
The hallway was a long, brown corridor. The lights were dimly lit, casting shadows around the high walls.
Alessia wondered where they were going and suddenly felt claustrophobic.
They approached a door and Jonathan knocked on it.
He turned to her and clamped his hand down on her shoulders. "Listen to me, Alessia. If Marco gets rough on you, don't hesitate to run."
Alessia's lips hung open in shock.
"I'm serious about this, Alessi. Don't hesitate." He let go off her when the door swung open.
Standing before them in a bathrobe was Marco. His hazel eyes had a cold glare at Jonathan and the man stepped back.
Marco held out his hand to Alessia. "Come."
Alessia shook her head. She hid behind Jonathan, realizing what Marie and Sara had been warning her about. Of course, it was their consummation night.
"Alessia, come here!" Marco thundered.
Jonathan shuffled away from Alessia and Marco grabbed her arm.
Alessia shook her head, sobbing.
He dragged her into the bedroom and shut the door.
Alessia's pulse raced as Marco's gaze lingered on hers.
He snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her close.
"You're playing with fire, Alessia. Did no one tell you the rules of the game?" Marco whispered, his voice husky and seductive.
Alessia's heart skipped a beat when Marco's hand brushed against hers, linking them.
Shivers traveled down her spine when he lifted her from the floor and into his arms.
She looked into his hazel eyes. There was a dangerous look in his eyes and wierdly, it attracted her.
"Are you afraid?" Marco watched her take slow breath.
Alessia shuddered. She tried to protest when Marco set her down on the bed.
Marco’s laughter was low and mocking. “Of course you are.”
Alessia crossed her arms over her chest protectively.
“What are you doing?” He quirked an eyebrow, amused at her behaviour.
Alessia looked away. Marco grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“There is no point in hiding your body from me, Alessia.” He reached his hands down to peel her hands off her chest.
“The contract your mom and I signed; stated that everything,” he nuzzled his face in her neck, “belongs to me.”
Alessia panicked when he began to trail soft kisses from her jawline and down her neck.
“You're shivering,” he said. “I like that.”
Alessia caught her lower lip in her mouth to suppress a moan.
“Don't stop yourself from moaning for me, cub.” Marco sank his teeth into her neck and Alessia cried out in pain.
A moan escaped Alessia’s lips and Marco chuckled.
“That's it,” he ran his tongue along her neck, wiping the blood that had spilled over. “I've marked you, cub.”
Then he pulled away from her, slowly reaching for her gown.
Alessia watched him mesmerized as he began to unbutton the gown.
He paused and looked up at her. “How about you undress yourself?”
Alessia’s mouth fell open in shock. What?
“Undress yourself.” Marco held her hands softly and placed them over her chest. His eyes dancing with mischief.
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