Chapter 40 I'm Going To Fuck You As Is My Right!
SANCIA
I was terrified and frozen in place by the thought that Lorenzo intended to kill me or probably cut me. It was then that I realized there was a small cut above his eyebrow.
My eyes widened with fear, my breasts rose and fell with my labored breath. Lorenzo grinned darkly as he pressed the tip under my lacy white bra.
“I know you'd be fun and I wasn't wrong,” he said, grinning.
“What are you doing? Are you going to kill me, you fucking monster?” I asked, hiding my fear behind my dwindling defiance.
“Kill you? Where's the fun in that, Sancia? You're my wife,” he replied.
“I'm just going to fuck you as is my right as your husband.”
My eyes flutter close in surrender before a ripping sound echoes in the room as the switchblade slices through my bra and wedding dress that cost the equivalent of a small house.
“So beautiful,” he drawled, staring at my breasts that were suddenly bare, his eyes darkening with hunger and that crazy glint.
“You have the smoothest skin, Sancia, soft and unblemished; it makes me want to leave my mark. To take a little bite of you all over, have your taste in my mouth.” He bent his head and did just that, biting my right nipple hard until I yelped in pain, then he sucked it lightly.
“Red is your color, Sancia; maybe I should nibble all over and see how beautiful you'll look,” he murmured, flicking the abused nipple with his tongue.
My eyes widened with fear. He chuckled when I suddenly started struggling, afraid he was going to do what he just said.
He grinned and dug his knees harder into my shoulders. He only stopped when I stopped struggling; it was pointless. I will only end up exhausting myself. I was already out of breath. He grinned when he saw the blatant fear in my eyes.
“You're a monster,” I whispered.
“Don't be scared, tigress. You're going to like it.”
I scoffed, “I can assure you that I don't like any of this.”
He rolled his eyes. “Obviously not yet, we're just starting, but you will come to crave me, and just the thought of it is making me want to come all over your tits.”
Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinched my other nipple hard until I gasped and tears welled up in my eyes; his cock jumped in reaction. His gaze roved over my body.
“God, you are so sensitive to pain,” he said, like it's a revelation. I glare at him, wondering if he's really crazy; he's obviously not sane.
“Oh, Sancia, you have no idea how much this pleases me. I really thought I would have to ease you into what I like, but from your little struggle, I realize you like it rough, don't you?”
I didn't answer him, and I don't know what he's even talking about. I just glared at him despite the fear that made my stomach clench.
He spreads his fingers and palms my breasts possessively, first one then the other, while he grinds his cock in the valley between them. Goosebumps race over my skin, whether with cold or disgust, I had no idea.
But I know the pounding in my heart was all fear as he raised his knife and held my gaze. At the same moment, the tip of the blade dug into my upper breast, not deep enough to cut but enough that the hurt registered.
“What are you…” I gasped and then winced as he pressed deeper until blood beaded at the tip. Horrified and paralyzed by shock, I watched him take the switchblade tip to his mouth and lick it.
“Taste as I remember,” he groans.
“You really are a psycho,” I spat.
“I don't like that word, but you can call me a sadist,” he drawled.
“You get off on people's pain?” I asked, not entirely surprised.
“Yes, though right now I get off on just yours, babe.”
He moves, his feet digging into my palms as the pain made me grit my teeth to stop from screaming. I won't give him the satisfaction, though.
I already knew who he was, a monster. Let him do his worst; it didn't seem like my struggles were doing anything for him other than arousing the sick fuck. But after that, I will never have to suffer his touch again.
“You can scream, Tigress. It won't change a thing for you, but I'll definitely like it,” he said, grinning darkly.
“Just get it over with, Diavolo,” I spat coldly.
“Eager are we,” he replied with a chuckle.
“I'm going to lift off you if you try anything. It won't be good for you, but then I love the chase.”
He instantly dragged the switchblade the rest of the way, cutting the wedding dress until it gaped open, exposing my stomach, my sex, which was covered by a scrap of white lacy panties, down my thighs, and finally, my legs. He yanked the dress from under me and flung it to the floor.
“Fuck, you're sexy,” he said, standing at the edge of the bed, tall and broad, his cock thick and jutting, his hair still in a bun as those dark eyes trace over every inch of my body with dark possession.
Though he was no longer pinning me to the bed, my entire body felt heavy and throbbing, especially my shoulders, the top of my breast where he'd nicked me, and my hands where he'd stepped on my palms. There's no doubt that he'd left bruises.
Despite knowing who he was, I was still shocked by his utter heartlessness. It solidified my belief that I was right in giving away my virginity, even if it was going to make him hurt me more.
He crawled back over me and tugged the only scrap of clothes I had, not that my panties were such a great barrier, but having them gave me a sense of protection, which I suddenly lost the moment he yanked and tore them from my body.
“Just take what you want and get it over with already,” I said, glaring at the ceiling so I wouldn't have to see his face. My body was trembling; my stomach knotted itself with nerves.
The wait was killing me, not because I was aroused or anything, but because I was close to my breaking point and didn't think I could handle it anymore.
It's taking every ounce of strength I have to not burst into tears at the thought of everything that might happen to me when he realizes that I was no longer a virgin.
But I force down my panic and remind myself of what's at stake. This is what I want, this is the only way I reminded myself stubbornly.
I cannot survive being Lorenzo's wife, and I don't want to have to; I just want this night to be done and over with. But the monster wouldn't let me hide; he grabbed my chin and stared at me.