Page 8 of Cage the Storm
“I’ve decided that it’s time for your initiation into thefamiglia.Stop scowling, Luna. There’s nothing to worry about as long as you cooperate.”
“What kind of initiation do you have in mind, because I’ve heard a few horror stories?” See, this right here is what I mentioned before. Yes, Luna is my wife, but she needs to respect me and not question my authority.
“Well, why don’t we just get started so you don’t spend your whole day worrying about something that’s out of your control?” I pull out the knife that’s been hidden in my pants pocket. The second she sees it, she runs.
My hand fists in her hair, and the blade is at her throat before she reaches the front door. “Yesterday, I saved your life because you are my wife. It didn’t matter whether we had been married for years or minutes. It’s my job to protect you. But I can slit your throat here and dispose of your body in the lake. No one would dare question me as to your whereabouts. So, it’s your choice,Moglie.”Wife.
“It depends on what you’re going to do to me. I’ll gladly accept death before I let you abuse me like your brother did.” She struggles to break free of my hold, but by doing so, the blade nicks her delicate throat.
“Now, see what you’ve done. You cut yourself.” I quickly flick the blade back inside and spin her around. My tongue lapping up the blood that’s already escaped. “Delicious and mine. Now give me your hand. I won’t ask again.” She has no choice since my hold on her is unbreakable. She has nowhere to run, so with a huff, she reaches out a shaky fist and closes her eyes.
Opening her palm, I use the tip of my knife to make a small cut, and then do the same to mine. I grab her hand, mine over hers, like an upside-down handshake of sorts. “Repeat after me: 'We share the same name and now the same blood runs through our veins.” It’s barely above a whisper, but I’ll accept it. “We’reone in body, mind, and soul. Our bond will last long after our death.”
“I’ve never heard of such a stupid thing,” she laughs nervously. “Did you just make that up?” Oh, her mouth is going to be put to excellent use in a short while.
“Other families might have their version; this one belongs to the Caputos. I’d think twice about making fun of our traditions.” She squirms, but it’s clear she has nowhere to go. She’d get lost inside these tunnels, and even I’d have a difficult time finding her.
“Are we done, because I’d like to wash my hands now?” Since our hands are still connected, I interlock her fingers with mine and lead her to the bathroom. Once inside, I flip on the switch, and I’m confused by her reflection in the mirror. I thought for sure she’d be furious or frightened, but that look is anything but.
I’m taken aback, even more so when she grabs my hand and swipes the blood with the flat of her tongue. Instantly, my cock stirs.
“Well, are you just going to stand there, or are we going to fuck?”
CHAPTER NINE
LUNA
As I swipemy tongue across his warm flesh, the fire in his eyes will be forever seared into my soul. The heat is a fucking turn-on, so without thinking, I opened my mouth and asked him the one question that’s been on my mind, while the metallic taste of him dances along my tongue. The anticipation has the wetness pooling between my thighs. Nicolai has me craving the dark, depraved side of himself that he’s hidden from me until today.
When his bloody hand wraps around my throat and squeezes, I meet his dark gaze in the mirror, contemplating if this will be my last day on this earth. Most women would be scared and struggling to break free. Me? I’m the complete opposite. My clit throbs in anticipation of what’s going to happen next.
As I feel my pulse slowly weaken, I know I’m on the verge of passing out. Leaning in, he whispers, “I decide where and when we fuck, Luna. You’d be wise to remember that in the future.” I’ve no doubt he savors the fact that he could end my life, since his erection is thick and hard against my back.
Just when I start to lose consciousness, he releases his tight grip around my throat. I’m gasping for air, and the only thingholding me up is his tall frame and the counter pressed against my hips.
Tears are streaming down my face as his large hands grip my waist. I struggle for every breath when I suddenly realize I underestimated my new husband. He might not be as evil as his late brother was to me, but he’s his father’s son. I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree when push comes to shove. And, clearly, I pushed his buttons and forgot my place in this family.
He’s scooping me up in his arms one minute, holding me close as the bullets fly on our wedding day. Today, he expects me to act like the dutiful wife and wait until he initiates sex, like I’m just here to breed his spawn, heartless bastard.
When I stop coughing, I open my eyes and shudder at my reflection. My cheeks are stained with tears and splotches of mascara. My throat has a slight purple hue along the edges, and my hair is a tangled mess. If he thinks for one minute that I’m a puppet he can control, he’s sadly mistaken. I didn’t break for his brother, and I sure as hell won’t do it for him either. I’ll let him fuck me every which way to Sunday, closing my eyes and pretending it’s his brother so I won’t feel a thing. That will be my gift to him for stifling my sexuality.
“Since you have a smart mouth and don’t know when to shut it, why don’t I put it to good use. Get on your knees, Luna,” I’m ready to give him a piece of my mind when I catch his stare in the mirror.
He’s waiting for me to fight it. So, I turn around slowly, hand pressed against his chest, pushing him back. And then I drop to my knees, tilting my chin to meet his steely gaze.
That infuriating smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Smug bastard. He knew I’d do it, and I hate that he’s right. Hate that my pulse is racing and my skin’s flushed at the thought of taking him in my mouth.
He crouches slightly, bringing his mouth close to my ear. “You look better like this,” he whispers. “On your knees. Breath hitching. Eyes dark with arousal.” His breath grazes my skin, and my spine tingles from the contact.
“Say it, Luna,” he murmurs. “Say you want me.” I hate him, but I want him. God help me, I want him.
“I hate you,” I whisper, “but I don’t have a choice.” I never did, and I never will.
“There’s a difference,” he says quietly. “Between surrendering and making a choice. And you don’t hate me. You hate the fact that you want me. Now unzip my pants and take out my cock.” I pause because his words have a ring of truth to them.
I reach for his belt, my fingers trembling slightly. The sound of the buckle clicking open is loud in the quiet room, and his gaze on me is heavy and intense. I unzip his pants, my heart pounding in my ears. He hisses as I slide my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around him. He’s hard and hot, and I can feel the pulse of his arousal against my palm.
“Luna,” he groans, his voice low and rough. “Look at me.”
