Page 85 of Cardinal

Uneven breaths tightened my anxious chest as I watched him carefully shed his suit jacket, discarding it randomly somewhere in the room—I was too focused on his damn gun to follow the jacket.

The sound of clicking caused me to flinch, and a small scream squeaked out of me at the feeling of him gripping the back of my hair. With some force, Luciano dragged me over to our bed, where he very unceremoniously grabbed and threw me up onto it.

"You know, I was really hoping you would pick that dress tonight." The sinister edge to his voice sent chills down my spine as I backed away on the bed. With bated breath, I watched his skillful fingers undo the buttons on his shirt in the blink of an eye before that was shrugged off effortlessly and discarded onto the floor. "It's like you knew red's my favorite color and how much I love it on your sexy little body. Pops against your skin so well, hugs your curves just right." Pausing, he looked at me and let out a feral groan.

Like lightning, his hand flashed forward and snatched my ankle, making me shriek out a sob as my body was yanked back to him. Out of sheer instinct from the rising panic, I kicked at him while my breathing picked back up. "Let me go!" The feeling of my foot catching his face sent a tidal wave of fear over me when he glared softly at me.

He was pissed, and I was royally fucked. Seeing his chest puff out should have been a clear sign for me to stop my struggle, but I was stupid. So, I kicked harder until he grabbed both my legs, spread them wide, and wedged himself between them, forcing me to keep them spread at a somewhat painful angle.

With a remark on my tongue, I opened my mouth to snap at him, but my words flew off my tongue from the sharp slap across my face. Stunned, all I could do was gasp for breath at the tightening feeling around my throat. "You better start behaving because as cute as your defiance is, it'll get real annoying, and I won't tolerate it, especially from my wife." His words pressed into the side of my face with his weight into my body.

"I don't want to be your wife! I never asked for it!" I struggled to get my airy words out while I clawed at his forearm, leaving trails of red streaks across inked-out skin.

"Yet you signed the papers." He remarked snidely with a curt laugh, catching my hand before it made contact with his face and pinning it to the mattress. "Don't make me tie you up." He threatened in a voice full of promise.

Swallowing hard, I did my best to glare at him through my teary eyes. "Because you had a gun shoved at my vagina, you bastard!" My scratchy voice squeaked out almost pathetically because of his hand choking me.

Sweet air filled my lungs the moment he released my throat, but my inhale cut short sharply from my head snapping to the side, a result of another slap from him. Shocked, my mouth hung open as I tried to formulate the words stuck in my throat. Nothing but my own gags came out because of Luciano's fingers forcing themselves down my throat.

"Don't make me shut you up with my cock." He said in a low growl as he gripped my open jaw. "The only place I want to shove myself tonight is inside that tight cunt of yours that you've been refusing me."

Taking my other wrist, he easily pinned both to the bed with one hand, leaving a free one to roam my squirming body. "No, Luciano, no, I don't… I can't. I'm not ready." Not gonna lie, the thought of him taking me scared me a little because of what happened last time.

A shocked, gasping whimper strained out of my tensing body at him shoving his hand against my throbbing core after he threw the skirt of my dress aside at the slit. "Liar, you're soaking wet." To press his point, he ripped my thong away and ran his fingers along my puffy lips a few times. "Look at this." I refused, closing my eyes when I caught movement out of my periphery.

His low voice rumbled above me as the tangy scent of my arousal hit my nostrils. "Open your eyes and look at your own mess, you slut, or I will shove my fingers into your mouth and make you taste yourself." The thought of choking on his fingers again with the added lewdness of my own juices made my eyes snap open.

Mockingly, he waved his fingers in front of my eyes. "You say you're not ready, yet look at this." Holding his fingers inches from my eyes, he let me see my glistening juices on his digits. Then, he slowly parted his fingers, making me watch the strings form between the gaps of his fingers, bridging them together. "I bet I'll slide right in no problem."

My eyes widened at his words, my head shaking in refusal as I began to struggle. "No, Luciano, can't we wait? Please? It's too late to be doing this." I pleaded desperately while trying to bring my leg up enough to push him off—to no avail, of course.

Grabbing my face, he pressed his thumb into my mouth and dragged it down my lips before kissing me hard and hungrily with a deep groan.

I don't know what came over me to do it, but I found myself biting his lip—hard. It was hard enough to where he reeled back and slapped me again as I swallowed the metallic taste in my mouth. Glancing at him, I watched as he wiped his smirking, bleeding lips with the back of his hand. "You little bitch." It was a little terrifying at how amber eyes glowed with angry excitement.

Another slap stunned me enough for his next act to go unnoticed until it was done. "I almost forgot to collar you like one." His words barely registered in my mind because I was too focused on the tight feeling around my throat. "Fuck, you look so beautiful, all collared with my mark."

"I'm not a dog! Take it off!" I wanted to rip the thing off in defiance, but my arms were bound tightly by his hand. His grip only seemed to tighten whenever I struggled to free my hands. If it weren't for the feeling of my hands going numb from my circulation cutting off, then I would have continued to struggle.

Chilly air hit my bare chest the next second, and it took me a hot minute to fully process that Luciano had pulled my dress down to expose my breasts. "Can't wait to cum all over these sweet tits of yours." The bottom of his lip tucked under his teeth with his sharp inhale as he eyed my chest eagerly.

Rough pads ghosted down my cheek and neck to my breasts, where he forcibly cupped one of them, squeezing until I whimpered out another sob. The pressure eased momentarily, and my heavy breaths filled the air for a quick second before it echoed with my short scream of pain in response to him clamping down on my nipple with his fingers. "Luciano, that hurts, please stop!" I begged between my sobs.

"If you say so." How his lips turned evil made me regret my plea, and oh boy did I regret it.

The moment he released my abused nipple, blood rushed back into it, causing even more pain that had me tearing up and nearly screaming. "Please, no more." My body ached so badly from the struggle and torment.

Soft rustles made me tear my eyes away from his face to his crotch, where his hand skillfully unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. "Luciano, please, don't!" I pleaded with fearful eyes.

No matter how much I tried to push away from him or push him away, I got nowhere with how he kept pressing himself into me while holding me firmly in place with his weight. He got annoyed enough to pull my arms down so he could lay them against my chest to press his forearm into me.

It was so hard to breathe through my panic from the weight, and I feared a full-blown attack was on the horizon until a pang of pain jarred me out of it. A scream filled my ears, and it took me a second to realize it was my own.

That painful feeling was him inside of me, filling me to the brim. It hurt so much; the burn and ache of his thick member forcing my tight walls to stretch and accommodate him was so unpleasant. "It hurts, it hurts, Luciano, please, it hurts, stop, pull out, please," I begged through my erratic breaths and tears.

Everything started to blur as the darkness threatened to pull me under. "Juliet, look at me." A faint voice demanded, forcing me to remain aware and follow the command. "Look at who is inside of you." Mindlessly, my eyes fell down to my parted legs where Luciano and I were connected so intimately.

That's right, Luciano. It's Luciano. My Luciano.

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