THE WEDDING DAY
ROSALIA
“Spread your legs,Rosa! You may as well get used to it. I expect you’ll be doing a lot of this.”
My cousin, Eva, is an esthetician. While my family could look down on her for her work, they became her biggest customers instead. She’s ruthless, has no morals, and will perform any “extras” deemed necessary.
She waxed my entire body two days ago in the living room, turning a blind eye to the men who walked through to stare at me. She drew the line at touching me, cursing them out in Italian as she waved her arms at them.
The situation in the ice cream parlor’s bathroom broke me. Nico must have said something to my father, because I have even less privacy than ever, and I’m on some sort of suicide watch. It’s the kind that has a guard posted inside my room at all times, while I stare at a corner and focus on my bond with Vero.
Every day, it grows despite not being together, so I disassociate and do whatever I’m told to do, while I hold onto the glowing ember of Verona’s love.
I simply don’t care what happens to me now that I know she’s no longer in this cursed house.
Holding onto the bathroom sink, I grit my teeth, annoyed she’s pulling me back to a reality I no longer wish to be a part of. For some reason, Eva has decided I need to wear a butt plug with a pretty jewel on the end of it for my husband to be. Nico isn’t interested in any of my holes, but I keep my lips pressed closed as she curses me out for not slicking to her approval.
“You’re the worst fucking omega,” she growls, making me roll my eyes. Oh no, my feelings are hurt. “Give me a fucking second.”
“She can’t be alone,” Tony says, watching as Eva ignores him to stomp into my connected bedroom. “I don’t know why I bother talking to you, Eva.”
Moving over to lean against the doorjamb, he makes himself comfortable as he stares at me. I’m butt ass naked, and he smirks as he enjoys the view. I’d straighten up from my hunched position, but I’m afraid I’ll push out what little bit of the plug is inside me and have to start again.
“You slicked so well when you were passed out,puttana.We all enjoyed taking turns. Maybe we just have to knock you out so Eva can get the plug inside of you.”
A cold sweat beads up on my skin as memories of that day creep over me. The good of Verona at the play, the horror of my father giving me to his men, and the reminder that they continued until I tore while I was passed out. I know damn well my body did not betray me during the rapes and I did not fucking slick.
My body doesn’t work that way. If I’m not attracted to someone, I won’t respond as if I am.
“You’re freaking her out. Back to your corner. As it is, I’m going to need her to shower before she gets into her dress. Go!”
“You’re not untouchable, Eva,” Tony growls as she pushes him out.
“I am until after the wedding. I’ll be far away from you and hopefully will never have to be in your presence again.”
Ew. Is this her way of flirting? Tony chuckles under his breath while she blushes and I have to keep from gagging. Papa made sure I drank my smoothie this morning, but I vomited most of it up from anxiety. Tony told me I would have to drink another, angry that I’m a pain in the ass. Elio simply rolled his eyes and wished me a happy wedding day in that condescending way he has as I hovered over the porcelain god.
Happy. That’s hysterical.
“Alright. Now that it’s just the two of us, Rosalina, let’s try this with lots of lube.”
The coolness of the liquid hits my ass, and I close my eyes as Eva works the plug inside of me quickly and efficiently. She’s my cousin by marriage, and I flinch when she spreads my bottom lips to stare at me once she’s done.
“No hair,” she murmurs. “I did a damn good job. Go shower and then we’ll get to work. It really would be a pleasure to eat your cunt. I heard you were into girls.”
It’s said so nonchalantly, I press my hand to my mouth to keep myself from vomiting. I don’t think my body will ever belong to me again.
Standing to get away from her, I move to the shower and step inside, turning on the water. The freezing water pelts my skin, and I stay under it as I scrub my body with as much sweet smelling soap as possible. I don’t understand why no one can keep their hands to themselves!
A cough and gag collide, and my body shudders and shakes as I work through it. Fuck, that hurt. Maybe I do have some awful disease. The only down side to Vero and I now being bonded is that she could die if I do.
So, I’m still here, despite not wanting to be.
“You’re too valuable to die!” Tony says, standing in the bathroom now. Eva is getting things ready in the next room, which puts him on Princess duty.
Flinching, I quickly wash my hair before getting out of the shower with several towels wrapped around me. I need layers between me and the disgusting looks Eva and Tony keep giving me. My skin is crawling relentlessly, and I feel lightheaded from stress.
The plug shifts constantly inside of me, keeping me from fading into the recesses of my head as I walk. Eva has a robe ready for me when I step back into my bedroom, and even though it’s sheer, it gives me a small amount of coverage. Sitting on the hard chair that was brought in for me, I suffer through Eva’s work. Most of the bruising has faded, and though my ribs still hurt when I cough or move too quickly, it’s better than it has been.
