Page 19 of Debt to the Mafia King
“You have a question?”
She swallowed so hard I saw her throat bob. “This is, Viktor, this is about marriage?”
“I am aware,” I answered her coolly.
“But when you first met me, you said it would be,” she glanced away and blushed, “a casual arrangement, and I thought after last night?” She trailed off,
Throwing my head back, I laughed. “You thought one night with you was worth over a hundred grand? Printsessa, your pussy is some of the best I have ever had, I won’t deny that, but it’s not worth thiskind of money. I’m sorry, but marriage is the only way now. Keep reading, and you will see what I am offering you in return. I’ll start to pack up some clothes for you.” Standing, I looked around. “You won’t need a lot. I’ll get you everything you will need.”
Without another word, I left the room. I didn’t need to look back to know she was sitting exactly where I had left her.
Heading towards the room where I’d been balls deep in her only a few hours ago, I looked around. She had pulled back the sheets, stripped the bed completely, and remade it with floral bed linen in the time I had been gone. I didn’t know how I felt about that. Part of me wanted to keep her in sheets that were covered in my cum, so it was always coating her skin.
That’s how I would keep her, I told myself as I began to tug open drawers and yank our neatly folded clothes. I didn’t look to see what I was packing because it really didn’t matter. She wouldn’t be wearing any of this crap. Hell, once the vows were said and we were on our “honeymoon,” I might not let her have clothes at all.
The idea of her spending all of her time completely nude was a nice one.
“Viktor?”
Turning, I stared at her. “Yes, Printsessa?” Heaving the half-full bag over my arm, I headed towards her.
“I…this is really messed up.”
Closing my hand around her arm, I pulled her after me and toward the door. If I stayed here a second longer, then she would be on her back and naked, and I would lose the rest of the day buried in her tight body.
I didn’t have time for that today.
“It’s one year, Leah,” I said through gritted teeth. “One year of being mine, and you will leave the marriage a wealthy woman. Don’t you have dreams? Ones that don’t involve a dive of an apartment and working all the hours under the sun?”
“Well, yes, I wanted to go back to college and—”
I opened the front door and pulled herwith me toward the car. “Then I’ll have that added in. A full ride to any school you want. Get in.”
She slipped into the car like a zombie, all shaking hands and wide, unseeing eyes.
“And all it costs me is I have to pretend to be your wife for twelve months?” she asked quietly when I got in the other side.
“You won’t be pretending to be anything. You will be my wife.” I side-eyed her as I pulled out. “You will be my property, Leah. To do anything I want with.”
“Anything?”
Her voice was tiny, I couldn’t help it, I smiled. “Absolutely anything.” Reaching out, I squeezed her knee. “But don’t worry, I will explain my rules to you. Follow them, and the next year will be like a wet dream for you.”
“And if I don’t follow your rules?”
My eyes snapped to attention on the road. “Then things won’t be so pleasant.”
She didn’t say anything for the space of five whole seconds. Enough time for me to start the car, and then she took a deep, shaking breath.
“What do you mean, not so pleasant?” Twisting in her seat, she stared at me, and her eyes narrowed. I stifled back a sigh. Leah was about to argue with me. And while I liked her fire, this fighting me at every step was beginning to wear thin.
Leah was mine, and the sooner she realized that and submitted, the better. It would make things easier for her. I was a fair man, most of the time anyway, but as my wife, she couldn’t keep going up against me. I wouldn’t put up with it in private and in public.
My hands closed into fists.
Turning to face her, I speared her to the spot with narrowed eyes. “You know what I mean, Leah,” I kept my voice even, but that didn’t mean it was any less scary. “From this moment, you are mine.”
“Heart and soul?” She whispered, and I couldn’t help it. I threw my head back and laughed. “I don’t have either of those things, Leah. And honestly, I don’t care if you do. This is an arrangement, nothing more.You will be my wife for twelve whole months. I’ll tell you what to wear and how to act.” I smiled at her, but it wasn’t a friendly smile. “You won’t have one opinion that isn’t in tune with mine. One year of your complete and utter submission, we will call it a marriage, but don’t get things twisted. I will own you.”
