Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 6

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My heart was hammering hard against the insides of my chest and my rib cages, my pulse rate has

spiked high up to the level of me feeling it vibrating fast on my throat. I shivered slightly as fear started

to crept into my veins once again and stubbly leaned back when Luca’s fingers started to slow trail over

my robe covered arm. To my surprise– and in the very next second, horror, Luca pulled his fingers

away from my arm almost immediately. My eyes widened in horror as I realized what I just did and I

held my breath fearfully, my whole body going numb as I waited on the slap that was surely going to hit

me any second from now.

A few seconds passed, and… nothing.

I blinked a few times and turned my head around and– locked eyes with Luca. He was staring at me

the same way he had been staring at me since the start of my wedding, there was nothing standing out

about his facial expression. I silently prayed he wasn’t already thinking up different ways in which he

could use to ‘discipline’ me

“I’m s– sorry,” I whispered in a quiet breath, my voice wavering and stuttering fearfully as I averted my

gaze from staring into his gray eyes and instead focused them on my robe covered thighs. My hands

were starting to shake due to how scared and worked up I am, and I clasped my two hands together

and placed them on my laps to try to slow my heartbeat down which would then automatically calm the

bubbling nerves that was causing my hands to shake.

A startled sound suddenly flew out of my mouth as Luca suddenly grasped my chin and tugged my

face around until I was staring into his eyes once again, I tried to stare in a spot that wasn’t his face–

his grey eyes in particular, but his firm hold on my chin didn’t waver for a fleeting second and I wouldn’t

ever dare try to pull my face out of his hold– because I wasn’t ready to meet my end yet.

“You’re so skittish,” He suddenly said, his voice deep and sounding all growly despite how quiet it

sounded. I felt my cheeks flush in embarrassment, making me duck my head almost immediately– or

tried to, but couldn’t because my new husband was still holding my chin captive in his hand, his eyes

trailing over every feature of my face.

“Um,” I whispered and bit my lips in concentration as I tried to think up a word that would be a good

reply to what he said a few seconds ago. I couldn’t say ‘thank you’ to that because that was most

definitely not a compliment, now could I? But then I couldn’t leave his words hanging in the air like that

because that would be just rude, and I didn’t want him to think I was slow, something I most definitely

wasn’t.

“I, um…” I started to say again without knowing what exactly I was going to say, my eyes stayed

focused on his nose and cheeks, that was a way safer place for my eyes to peacefully stay glued to,

compared to those, unnerving eyes of his.

I trailed off immediately and stared wide eyed at him as he started to lower his head towards mine once

again, his face was only a breath away from grazing mine and I was fully aware of myself slowly

leaning away from him, his grip on my chin to only thing keeping me from outrightly pulling away from

him. I was trying to plead with my body to stay still, to avoid angering him, but for some reasons, my

body was doing a different thing from what my mind was telling it to.

It was most definitely going to get me in trouble tonight.

He pressed his lips lightly pressed against my throat and at the same time brushed one part of my robe

off my left shoulder. I gasped audibly and willed my body to remain still as his warm lips ghosted over

my bare throat and was now lightly trailing over my collarbone, his grip choose that moment to

thankfully leave my chin and I dragged in a deep breath and did my possible best to keep my body still

as I refilled my empty lungs, my fingers twitching and slightly trembling on my tights. The deep breaths

that I took into my lungs a moment ago whooshed out the very next second when he unexpectedly

pushed on my shoulders until my back was flat on the bed. I tightly fisted the white, fluffy bed sheets as

my mind started to register the fact that it was finally time for what was his to be taken.

My virginity was going to be non-existent before he pull himself away from me tonight.

My eyes started to sting and the back of my throat started to hurt as tears threatened to spill out the

sides of my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to anger him further since I knew I had

angered him a few times tonight by my actions.

Look at me, sprawled out fearfully on the bed as I awaited my dreadful fate which was to have my

privates invaded against my will, by this man– who was now my new husband, whom I had no doubt

would definitely hurt me when doing the said act. I couldn’t stop the set of tears that managed to accept

my tightly closed eyes and I held my breath and tightened my hold on the sheets even more as I

awaited the smack that was going to hit the side of my face now.

But… nothing. My heartbeat continued to pound and I was extremely scared to peel my eyes open in

fear of what I was going to find. What if he was staring at me with so much anger pouring off those

unnerving eyes of his? Or what if he had already gotten completely naked in preparation for what was

going to take place between us tonight? Or what if...

A quiet stuttered breath puffed out my lips as I felt him pull my hands off the sheets I had tightly fisted a

few minutes ago, and next thing I knew, I was being moved on the bed.

To the center? Where he was going to do it?

I couldn’t help the second set of tears that spilled out the sides of my eyes and I tightly bit into my lower

lips to stop a sob from slipping out unconsciously.

I felt my head being placed on a pillow before I finally stopped being moved and I held my breath again

and awaited the worst.

“Open your eyes,” Luca’s voice commanded, the voice sounding close to my face and slipping into my

ears immediately. I blinked my wet eyes open the next second as I couldn’t bring myself to disobey him

despite the amount of fright stifling my fast pumping heart.

I blinked a couple of times before finally locking eyes with Luca, the whole surroundings of the room

feeling bright and blurry because of the tears clinging to my lashes, as I stared into his grey eyes and

unconsciously pressed my head into the pillow for there to be space between us, than there currently

was.

“How old are you?” He asked, slightly moving above me, which was when I noticed that he was slightly

kneeling above me, his arms were on either side of my head and his face was a few inches away from

mine. I ignored the way his big shoulders and biceps were making me feel extremely tiny compared to

him as I tried to focus my overheating brain on his question.

“I’m eighteen years of age,” I whispered my answer, silently impressed in myself for not stuttering in

between the words.

“Fuck.” He quietly exclaimed above me and I flinched, immediately trying to figure out if I had done

something to anger him at this very moment and coming up with nothing. He broke eye contact this

time, staring at a spot above my head and I noticed the way his throat moved a few times in a

swallowing motion while the protruding Adam apple protruding and way more more outlined than any

one I’ve ever set my eyes on. Father had something like that, but it was mostly covered in fat since he

started putting on weight while my brother and I were growing up. I had no one else’s to compare with

Luca's since I had never seen any man’s throat in this kind of close proximity– except my brother’s, and

his was barely outlined as he’s still growing up.

“Sleep.” He instructed the moment his gaze locked with mine once again and I blinked at him a couple

of times, trying to confirm if I had heard him correctly.

Sleep?

Sleep as in, go into an unconscious state and lose all control of my body, leaving me in an extremely

vulnerable state and leaving my body at risk of it being violated by him?

But sleep? He wanted me to sleep?

Or he wanted to wait until I went to sleep before pouncing?

I watched as he pulled his hands from either sides of my head and rolled his whole body over to the

other side of the huge bed, keeping a wide space between us- which was when I noticed that he had

pulled my body over to the very left side of the bed, instead of the middle I had thought. My eyes

followed his every move while my heart stay pounding hard against the insides of my chest and I

watched as he sat on the other side of the bed with his elbows on his thighs.

I blinked as my eyes took in the whole expanse of his back, the upper side of his back was very wide

and my eyes immediately zeroed in on a scar in the left lower side of his back. It looked jagged and

shrieked tightly together like the actual wound was way bigger but the scar then chose to not be as big

as the initial wound. I had no idea what kind of wound the scar was form, I have seen quite enough

gunshot wounds while growing up to be able to identify a wound from a bullet on first glance, but this

one was quite… confusing and complex looking.

Wait, why was I suddenly analyzing his scar?

Luca choose that particular moment to glance behind him and I flushed red on mortification as his eyes

locked with mine, I averted my gaze immediately and turned around on the bed, facing the other side of

the room and silently praying that he had gone back to staring at his fists and meditating instead of

staring at my awkwardly, curled position. My knees were tucked behind my thighs and I was very aware

that my robe had rode upwards on my thighs along the line, but I was too frozen and scared to do a

thing about it. I felt very vulnerable and wanted nothing more than to curl into a small ball beneath the

blanket that I was currently on– but I wouldn’t dare move around on the bed just to get beneath the

blanket.

Luca had asked me to sleep which my over analyzing mind had broken down into multiple meanings

even though it only had one actual meaning.

It could be that he actually wanted me to sleep, because maybe he had suddenly lost interest in my

body like I had feared– and hoped.