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There was a cigarette between his lips, and his dark eyes were trailing over me. His gaze was so intense, it almost felt like he could see right through my clothing to what I was hiding beneath. My entire body flushed beneath his gaze.
Even if Iwantedto hide how he made me feel, it was impossible. That forbidden part of me throbbed, aching for his touch, for what he might be able to do to me. Mother had taught me what my job was as a wife, how sex worked so I wouldn’t look stupid when I lay with my husband for the first time.
But she’d never said my body would be possible of reacting to a man like this, like it did to Amadeus. Was that normal?
“Should you be smoking that?” I asked, the words falling past my lips before I could stop myself. Instantly, I felt really stupid for letting that slip. What did I know of what men of the church were allowed to do? Their rules were so different from my own.
A dangerous smirk curled his lips. Fear sparked in my veins, my heart racing in my chest. My cheeks colored when my panties dampened, something that had never happened before
He stepped closer to me, crowding into my space. I swallowed thickly, my senses assaulted by the scent of him: spice, cigarettes, and mint. He brought his face in next to mine, his five o’clock shadow brushing against my smooth cheek, burning my skin. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, barely holding in a whimper.
I sucked in a sharp breath when he cupped my other cheek, his fingers grazing over thebarely-therebruise. I’d done what I could to make it disappear, but I still had to use my mother’s makeup on my face to try to conceal what was still visible.
“Your cheek is swollen,” he rumbled, his hot breath fanning over my ear. He dropped his hand, sliding it slowly down my arm. Even though I was wearing a sweater, his touch still burned into my soul, scalding my skin. “I don’t like my women to be damaged unless I’m the one doing the damaging,” he rumbled. “Better make sure you’re the perfect little good girl, sweetheart. The next time you’re punished for not following the rules, I’ll make sure I hurt you to the point you never break the rules again,” he promised, his voice holding a silk-edged warning that sent tremors of terror racing down my spine.
With that, he moved back from me and inhaled on his cigarette, a dark, haunting look in his eyes. I was shaking, my heart knocking hard in my chest. I could barely breathe.
Just what kind of man was my father trying to pawn me off to?
He hummed. “I won’t marry you, little blondie, but I’ll break you.” That smirk tilted his lips again. I wanted to run in the opposite direction, but I couldn’t get my feet to move. I was frozen in place, his eyes holding me captive. It was like heownedme, and we’d barely known each other. I felt trapped in a prison much more dangerous than the one my father locked me in day in and day out.
And suddenly, I felt like my father was the lesser of two evils.
“B-break me?” I stuttered, my voice sounding weak and squeaky.
He reached out with the hand holding his cigarette and brushed his fingers over my jaw before squeezing my cheeks in his grasp, the tip of his cigarette a mere hairsbreadth away from my skin. “That’s right, little blondie. I’ll break you, twist you, mold you into the little slut I want you to be before I release you back to the wolves that reside in the church.” He grinned, looking like the biggest wolf of them all, and I was nothing more than the helpless rabbit in his trap.
“And what’s best, Lillian?” He leaned down, his lips barely brushing mine as he spoke. Tears burned in my eyes and began to leak down my cheeks. His eyes brightened at the sight of them. “You can’t run, no matter how much you want to.”
With that, he released me and walked away as if he hadn’t just made me absolutely terrified. I barely managed to keep myself from crumbling to the ground long enough to make my way to a bench and sink onto it, hot tears streaking down my cheeks.
I was absolutely terrified.
And I was trapped.
ChapterFour
Amadeus
What the fuck had gotten into me?
Three days. It had only taken three days since I laid my eyes on hers to apparently lose my entire goddamn mind. Seeing her at the park, those blonde curls whipping about her pretty face… Whatever control I’d had snapped. Something dark and depraved had unlocked inside of me, and I wanted to do nothing more than see her break.
I wanted to mold her into my pretty little slut just like I’d told her I would. I wanted to see her crying for me, wanted to hear her beg me to stop torturing her sweet body all while that same body betrayed her, making her wet and her nipples ache for my touch.
Christ.
I gritted my teeth and hopped into my car, heading for the gym so I could work out and shower before Solomon got home from work. He’d gotten hired Monday morning at a local pizza spot. Even though most of the town frequented the spot, which meant most of the church members, I knew it was an escape for him. Plus, he worked in the back, never having to man the counter, so he got to pretty much be by himself, which meant he would be safe. No one could touch him. It helped put my mind at ease.
Lillian was sitting on the park bench when I drove by, her hands swiping at her cheeks, though it didn’t seem to be doing much when she just kept crying more. My cock hardened in my jeans. An image of her on her knees, gagging around my cock, while she drooled and cried flashed through my head, and I groaned, reaching over to turn up the radio to hopefully drown out the shit swirling through my head.
I glanced in my rearview mirror, unable to help myself, and anger swirled in my gut when she touched her cheek and flinched. My hands tightened around the steering wheel, rage swirling through my veins. I wanted to bash her father’s face through a fucking wall for putting his hands on her.
They wanted to set me up with her? Fine. But that meant while I was going along with this shit, she wasmine. That meant no one else was allowed to touch her, to mar her skin. That included her father.
OnlyIwas allowed to put marks on her body, and I knew my marks would be ones she welcomed, even if she didn’t understand why.
That innocence would be her downfall. And I couldn’t wait to watch her crumble.
