Chapter 39 First Night
SANCIA
Fear was a huge lump in my lungs that wouldn't allow me to breathe easily; as Lorenzo led me to his hotel room, we stopped outside the door, and he brought out the card and swiped it in the lock.
I clutch my dress with trembling fingers and helplessly walk ahead of him into the large, furnished living room.
The sound of the door closing was like a death knell to my ears. I stopped inside and glanced all around, but I wasn't really interested in the furniture or anything; my eyes were fixed on the two doors opposite the large TV.
“Move, the bedroom is the second door.”
My heartbeat skyrocketed with that quiet command; sweat slid down every crevice of my body as I lifted my legs and headed toward the door. I probably shouldn't give my back to a predator like Lorenzo, but what else was I to do?
For all intents and purposes, he's now legally my husband. The marriage contract has been signed, we've both said our vows in front of witnesses, and we are now expected to consummate this marriage.
I'm not an expert in reading men's expressions, but even I could see the dark, hungry look Lorenzo had been sending me throughout the night. It gave me shivers and made my stomach cramp with dread.
Despite my fear, I know this has to happen for my crimes to be revealed. For Lorenzo to expose me and for my family to banish me, it's the only way I'll get my freedom.
I knew all these and was prepared, or at least I thought I was prepared, to face whatever came next. I was going to just let him do whatever he wanted for the first and last time so we could get to the hard part of the day.
But the moment I step into the bedroom and glance at the large bed with the sparkling white silk bedsheets, my heartbeat becomes a cacophony of fear, anxiety, and panic. I realized then that this is the hard part.
All my courage and strength abandoned me; I took a step back, not knowing what I was doing, only that I needed to get away. Instead, I fall right into the arms of the devil, who's now my husband.
His big, muscular hand wrapped around my stomach as he stood behind me, tall and imposing. His other hand yanks my diamond comb from my hair and throws it to the ground.
“Now, just where do you think you're going?” he asked, running his nose the length of my neck and shoulder.
“Let me go,” I choked, trying to yank his hands from my stomach. As my fear mounted, I thought I could do this, but now my entire body was shaking, trembling as frightening thoughts of what Lorenzo might do to me filled my head. He's probably going to kill me.
“Go? Go where? Wife, we're married; we stay together, I've waited long enough, don't you think?” he murmured, kissing my neck; my stomach flipped with dread.
“You smell so damn good,” he groaned, burying his nose in my hair. I squirm and twist helplessly against him as his arms tighten around me.
Lorenzo suddenly let go of me and strode back leisurely to shut the door. Then he walked back, swiped my legs under me, and carried me to the bed.
“Wait, put me down. What are you doing?” he unceremoniously threw me down on the bed, and then he took off his coat and started taking off his necktie.
“You do know what happens on wedding night, don't you? Your family is waiting for us to consummate our marriage and show them the evidence of your virginity,” he said with an arched brow, his eyes gleaming with some kind of amusement.
The bastard was laughing at me as though this was funny; I knew this was going to happen, and I should probably just let him, but all my logical thoughts had disintegrated under the ever-growing dread inside me.
It's instinctive, this fear.
Lorenzo shucks his shirt off, bearing broad shoulders, a sculpted chest, and toned abs; dark tattoos cover his chest, and his upper arms all look like Roman numerals with swirls and vines in between.
My eyes widened when he started on his pants, unbuckling his belt. My throat closed up as I realized I was running out of time. I hurriedly got up from the bed and crawled down; my stupid wedding dress made it hard for me to move fast.
Just when I was about to get down, his hand curled around my ankle and dragged me back.
“Don't be stupid, Sancia, you can't escape, you know that,” he growls.
“Damn you, let me go,” I screamed, panicking. My eyes fell on the beautiful, slim glass vase. I didn't think, I didn't hesitate; I just grabbed the flower vase on the bedside table and threw it at him.
He ducked. There was a loud crash on the ground before he suddenly flipped me on my back and climbed over me, sitting on my stomach, pinning me down with his weight.
“Fuck, stop this shit right fucking now,” he gritted.
I trembled when I realized he was now completely naked. My stomach clenched with fear as I scratched and hit him, bucking and twisting under him like a pony, putting all my strength to dislodge him.
A large, hulking man with tattoos all over is sitting on me with his cock in my face.
I really tried but…It was all useless because, in the next breath, Lorenzo grabbed both my hands and pinned them above my head. He moved upwards, his knees dug into my shoulder blades, and I gasped in pain.
He took one hand and, using his feet, pinned it beside me; he did the same to the other. I was now completely helpless. My chest rose and fell as I panted, breathing heavily, eyes glaring at him.
The bastard was in no way out of breath as I was. His eyes were darker than usual, and soon I understood why. He was hard, really hard, and it's currently curled upwards.
“If this is your version of foreplay, Sancia, I approve. See how hard you made me?” he drawled huskily, stroking his monstrous length.
“You're sick in the head,” I sneered.
“Maybe. Now, let's get down to the fun part,” he drawled. I don't know where he got it, but suddenly, there was a switchblade in his hand.
My eyes widened in fear as he lowered it toward me. “No…” I started barely breathing.
“Yes, he quips darkly, the knife going right between my cleavage.