The Guardian(5)

"You'll see."

Cryptic much?

We headed to the waiting limo that took us to a villa on the beach. There was a very official looking man waiting there as soon as we got out, with a book in his hand.

"Good afternoon Mr. Costakis, Miss." He nodded to me.

"Are we ready?" Zared walked us over to stand in front of him.

Ready, ready for what? I looked at Zared, waiting for him to explain but he didn't say a word, just told the man to begin.





Chapter 4





I'm...married, let me say that again, I'M MARRIED TO FUCKING ZARED COSTAKIS.

Okay, so the guy who did the deed just left and I'm all alone with my new husband. I’m still not sure what just happened, did I just get my every wish? Could it really have been that easy? I turned to him expectantly as he closed the door behind us and…

"Okay Isabella, let me introduce you to the man you married."

What, what was he talking about? He took off his jacket and threw it across a chair while kicking off his shoes. My eyes followed his every move. Were we about to have sex? We hadn’t even kissed yet, shouldn’t we…?

I didn't have long to think about it before he pulled me over to the couch and over his knees.

I was too shocked to utter a sound at first, but when he lifted my dress and brought his hand down across my ass I screamed.

"Don't, you, ever, defy, me, again."

These were not love taps people, these were ass reddening, you will not sit down for a week slaps.

I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks as I finally got enough sense to try to get away.

“Hold still or it will be worse for you.”

Worse, how could it be worse? This was humiliating and degrading and everything other ‘ing’ I couldn’t think of at the moment.

“Let me up Zared, you can’t do this. I hate you.” My screaming did nothing to stop the rain of blows that fell on my poor abused ass. I was too embarrassed to look up at him when he was through, all that could be heard in the room were my sniffles and his loud breathing.

I guess the asshole felt guilty after abusing my ass because the next thing I felt was his hand rubbing the spot he’d just heated up. My brain was trying to play catch up, while my traitorous body was all but purring beneath the soothing warmth of his hand.

“Do you promise to be a good girl if I let you up?”

“Yes.” Was that my voice that sounded so pitiful? He sat me on the seat next to him and I scotched onto one butt cheek, since the sting was still very much there where he’d wailed me.

“What did you do that for?” I rubbed my ass and scowled at him. Even now, as I wanted to scratch his eyes out for treating me like a child, he still made my heart sing. He sat there looking like the world’s foremost leading man. His dark hair cut short, those spellbinding eyes, that I swore saw through to my very core, and that face that had been haunting my dreams almost since the first moment I’d met him.

His pristine white shirt under a black jacket and his Hermes tie made him look like what he was, a suave and debonair businessman. No one would ever believe he’d just got through spanking my ass.

“I’m not staying here with you if this is the way you’re going to treat me.”

“Isabella, I see I’ve let you get away with too much for too long, it’s given you a false sense of your own independence. Get this through your head.” He grabbed my chin with one of his manly hands and turned my face towards him.

“I own you. That’s right.” My eyes had widened at his proclamation. “I let you run wild to give you a taste of freedom, but make no mistake, you’ve always been mine. Now that rock on your finger makes it official, that means from now on you do as I say without question, or every time you disobey me I’ll turn your little ass over me knee. Do you understand me?”

“You…” this was too much, the damn tyrant thought he was going to be the boss of me. It was just more of the same; he’d only married me to control me, not because he loved me, but to keep me from running wild, and blemishing his precious name by association. I took a swing at him but he was prepared, the bastard.

“Uh-uh-uh, none of that now, unless you want me to tan your little ass again. Now sit there like the young lady I raised you to be and behave while I make a few calls.”

I didn’t like the sound of that and it stopped me in my tracks. I didn’t know exactly what it meant, but I know Zared, and that tone meant trouble for someone. Since he’d already got me in his clutches, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know who the calls were going to be about.

I watched him as he crossed the room and headed out to the patio. I was about to get up and follow him but he turned just outside the door and caught me with his eyes, trapping me there with the heat in them.