“You...you didn't!” My voice cracked, hoarse and terrified. “We can't be...”
“Married? Fuck yeah we can, Anna. And we are. Get used to it.”
All my energy came surging back. I bucked in his arms, tried to elbow him, screaming. But he was too strong, too fast, easily thwarting my efforts the same way a grown man slaps away a child's feeble punches.
“Calm the fuck down, beautiful. I'm doing you a fucking favor by being upfront. Better to get this shit outta your system now.” He laughed. “Go ahead. Try to kick me in the nuts. Nothing like a real drag out fight to get to the truth.”
I thrashed in his arms several more times. Then I went limp again, realizing I was so thoroughly fucked my body didn't want to spend any more time fighting. I couldn't muster up the will to scream, to claw at him, least of all to cry.
“What is it, love?” He asked after a minute of calm. “You're taking this shit better than I thought. Is that all the hell you got in those pretty bones? Or could it be that maybe – just maybe – marrying my ass isn't a death sentence?”
Bastard! The overwhelming urge to spit and bite and stab was back, but I kept in check. Just barely.
“I'll never be your wife,” I said coldly. “Go ahead and pretend. Use me as a pawn in this sick fucking business I never asked to be a part of. I don't know what your problem is with my Dad, but it's not mine. If you're going to hurt me, rape me, keep me against my will then...that's all on you.”
I expected him to snarl, maybe slap me across the face. I didn't expect more of that vicious, dark, thick laughter thundering in my ears.
“Suit yourself, baby girl. You're my new wifey whether you've internalized that shit yet or not. I don't give a fuck if you want to fight and tell me what a bad boy I've been. I married you because I didn't want our kids coming up like bastards.”
I gasped for air. Kids? This lunatic was really talking about having a baby with me?
“Hope you get those fucking tears out of your system soon, pet. They're not gonna delay a damned thing.”
“What're you talking about? Delay what?” I snorted.
David jerked me against his chest, this time tighter. His hand rolled down my side, pressing my sweater snug. He didn't stop until his brute hand was clapped on my thigh, giving it a possessive squeeze.
Dangerous heat flooded me, rage and lust mingling in the dance I despised. It gave me my answer before he opened his mouth again.
No. Not there. Please!
“You're gonna do your fucking duties like a good wife, same as I'm gonna do mine like your lawfully wedded man. We've got certain traditions we respect around here, Anna. Shit means more to me than breathing. You'll figure that out fast.” He sighed, hissing hot, guttural desire onto my neck, stopping just short of stamping his lips to my skin. “Nothing's gonna stop me from fucking your brains out, love. Nothing. This little contract gives me all the rights and privileges a husband deserves, and I'm not taking that shit for granted. You can whine all you want, but sometime in the next twenty-four hours, I'll be balls deep inside your sweet little pussy. Then you'll understand. Once you have this dick in you, you'll never be able to imagine another, especially not one attached to some pissant who doesn't know shit about blood or sex or ink like I do.”#p#分页标题#e#
Shit! I stared deep into his eyes, searching, wondering if this entire thing was some sick bastard's joke.
There was amusement in his eyes, but it wasn't playful. The handsome psycho holding me was deadly serious.
I tried to keep breathing. It wasn't easy when the lust was overpowering my anger, one ruthless piece at a time with his hand so close to where I gushed and ached. I was coming unraveled right there, lusting after a man who filled my heart with total contempt.
He pulled himself away in one rough movement, sending me crumpling down again, clawing at the chair for support. I caught myself and stayed on my knees.
“I'll give you the day to get used to this house and screw your head on straight. Dry those bright eyes,” he said, stepping away and pointing his finger at me. “Tonight, babe, it's just you, me, and a bed. Welcome to your fucking honeymoon.”
I never knew how long I lingered there. The door slammed shut and I kept my head against the leather for a good long while. Stomach churning, head throbbing, heart ripping to shreds.
Jesus Christ, Dad. What have you done to me?
I was starting to hate my own father worse than David and his sick promises. Was the family enterprise really more important than his own daughter? He had to have some idea what he'd thrown me into.
Asshole. My brain wanted someone to pay, someone to take my hate and anger out on.