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“Who else knew about this deal?” I ask, finally finding my voice. I need to know. If my father was okay with this, then why keep it from me? And if he wasn’t, why not try and get me out of the deal? Why make it in the first place?
“Just our fathers, Kias, and myself. I think.”
“Why did you keep this to yourself the entire time? Why not just fucking tell me, Atlis? I had a right to know. I’m not okay with this.”
“I couldn’t tell you. Your father asked me not to. I respect him as a Don. Every year on your birthday, he would have a gift sent to my house. At first, it was a little toy or teething ring. Later, it became your favorite CD or a list of your favorite bands. It was almost as if he had been taunting me throughout the years. The night before last, before your birthday, he showed up at my house. He and my father worked out all the details about the surprise wedding. I only followed through because it was a promise I intended to keep,” he looks up at me and mumbles the last bit.
“Let me get this straight.” I stop slouching and put my feet back on the ground. “You have watched me since you were ten– after our fathers promised me to you. I was barely the size of what… a mango?! Anyway, my dad took items that I thought I’d misplaced over the years and sent them to you. And then he shows up at your house the night before last without ever saying anything since the meeting. You decided to go along with his plan? Their plan? Marry me, technically kidnap me, and take me to some remote cabin? Also, it’s a promise that you didn’t make. Plus, you still didn’t decide to tell me until after it happened.”
“Yup. That’s about it. Oh, and Kias?” He directs his eyes to mine.
“Yeah?”
“I killed him. Now, that wasn’t part of anyone’s plan but my own. If it helps you feel better, though, I enjoyed it.”
Atlis stays on the table watching the shock of what he just told me to register on my face. Only then does he get up and walk away.
Chapter 14
Atlis
I couldn’t stand to see the look of pain on Zolina’s face when I mentioned the fate of my brother. She shouldn’t have been that upset when I told her. What had it been? A month, maybe less? I could blow her mind with time like that. I could make any girl fall for me. I have, and I’ll do it again. Regardless, it irks me to the point of wanting to wash the look off she gave me. I told her the type of man I am; I don’t know why she seems so appalled and perturbed. Does she think I won’t kill a family member for her?
Climbing into the downstairs shower, I am finally able to relax. Yesterday was too much for me.
I stroke my cock, needing to relieve myself in any way possible. Being alone in this house with the woman I’ve watched for years is nearly impossible to resist. Zolina is irresistible–I want to imprint everything about myself into her. She won’t be able to think of anything else except for me. Her creamy white skin had left me as hard as a rock after I’d touched it.
I have spent the last thirty-one years of my life trying to make my father happy. I have killed who he has told me to. I have gone to the places he wanted me to go. Fuck, I even married the person he ordered me to.
I don’t know what is waiting for me– for us. I know the other shoe is going to drop now that I am married to Zolina, but I can’t figure out what the ball is.
I stop jacking myself off– it’s no use. I won’t be able to come until I’m balls deep inside her cunt. The way her eyes searched my body, roaming over every scar, makes me more miserable. Her screams will turn my thrusts into a personal fucking machine.
Standing under the relaxing water, I wait until my fingers prune, signaling it’s time to get out. Needing to rectify things with my Pet, I dry off and go looking for her. She should have crawled back into the room in a pit of despair by now.
I am so wrong.
Confused as to why she isn’t hiding, I tilt my head as I lean against the entrance to the kitchen, watching her move around. “What are you doing?”
Zolina stands at the stove, her brows furrowed in concentration. I’m not sure what she is cooking, but it smells delectable.
“I’m cooking, idiot. What does it look like? I assume you’re hungry. Am I wrong?”
“No, you’re not wrong. I’m famished. Just not for food,” I say, winking at her. “I don’t think I’ve had someone, other than people my father hired, cook for me in years. This makes me want to roll out the red carpet and then fuck you on it. Maybe you really are wifey material.”
She turns around to face me head-on while waving a spatula at me. “You sit here all day and night and crack jokes. I doubt you’ve even had someone suck your cock.”
“Sassy Lil’ Pet, aren’t ya? I’d like to say you’ll be the first, but that would be a lie.” The grin on my face makes her almost crack a smile. However, her mental shield drops faster than she can. Zolina turns around and continues to cook.
“None of this has been funny, Atlis. You murdered your own fucking brother.”
“Yeah, but at least no one will call you ‘Pookie’ anymore. Right, Pookie?”
“I swear to fucking god.” She drops the spatula onto the counter and turns towards me once more. She stomps over to me with the cutest little angry face I’ve ever seen. Lifting her hand to slap me, I catch her by the wrist and flip her around. My other hand finds its way to her hip as I lock her against me, pressing my hardness into her lower back. I release her hip, slowly bringing my hand to her throat and resting it against her skin. I can feel her swallow beneath my open palm. She's simply testing her ability to breathe and speak.
“Bad little Pet,” I whisper into her ear. “You don’t get to smack me. The only one who does the smacking in this marriage… is me. Wanna bend over, and I'll give you an example?”
She laughs nervously, “L–Let go, Atlis.”
