She didn’t say anything, but I could see her start shaking when she peered up at me. Did she think I’d fucking cut her? If I really was that kind of monster, we wouldn’t be standing here. She’d be sprawled out on the bed, crying her eyes out because I’d fucked her.
“That blood on the sheets needs a story,” I told her, hoping to fucking calm her, but she flinched again. “That’s six times.” I brought the knife down to the edge of her dress, making sure the blade didn’t touch her unblemished skin. I sliced the fabric slowly until the dress finally fell apart and pooled around her heels. “It’s tradition in our family to undress the bride like this.” Aria was left in nothing but a tight corset and white lacy panties. Damn it. She was fucking sex on legs. And then she flinched again. “Seven,” I said, wishing I could tear my eyes away from her gorgeous body. The rise of her perfect small breasts, her narrow waist, the thin fabric of her panties barely hiding her pussy.
“Turn around.”
Fuck. Aria’s back was even more tantalizing than her front. What was that thing she was wearing? She had a fucking bow over her perfectly round butt, practically inviting me to unpack her. It would be so easy to rip down her flimsy panties and bury myself in her. She smelled sweet and perfect, and she was mine, only mine. I tugged at the bow. It would be so easy.
“You already bled for me,” she whispered in a small voice. “Please don’t.” My wife begged me not to hurt her. Maybe I was a monster. I ran my knuckles over the silky skin of her back, needing to touch her, before I cut through her corset.
She held onto it before I could catch a glimpse of her breasts. I wrapped my own arm around her, pulling her against me. She gasped and stiffened when my cock dug into her lower back, and the blush across her cheeks deepened further.
“Tonight you beg me to spare you, but one day you’re going to beg me to fuck you. Don’t think because I don’t claim my rights tonight that you aren’t mine, Aria. No other man will ever have what belongs to me. You are mine.” She nodded quickly. “If I catch a man kissing you, I’ll cut out his tongue. If I catch a man touching you, I’ll cut off his fingers, one at a time. If I catch a guy fucking you, I’ll cut off his dick and his balls, and I’ll feed them to him. And I’ll make you watch.” She knew I wasn’t kidding. She’d seen what I had done to her bastard of a cousin years ago. And that was nothing.
I let her go. Her proximity was giving me ideas I really didn’t need right now. I walked toward the chair and got myself another drink as Aria disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the lock click into place and had to bite back a laugh. My wife was hiding from me behind a locked door. Everyone in this fucking mansion was probably getting more action than me tonight. Damn it.
I had downed three more glasses of scotch when Aria finally emerged. This was fucking torture. She was wearing a flimsy, see-through nightgown that didn’t hide anything. Was she fucking kidding? “That’s what you choose to wear when you don’t want me to fuck you?”
Her eyes darted between the bed and me. I didn’t need to read her mind to know that she still didn’t trust me. In that outfit, she was probably right not to trust any man. “I didn’t choose it.”
Of course she hadn’t. “My stepmother?” That woman was a meddlesome sadistic bitch.
She gave a quick nod. I was sick of her terrified expression. I set down my glass and stood. As usual, Aria flinched. I didn’t even bother with a comment. I was too fucking annoyed. Without another word, I headed into the bathroom and let the door fall shut behind me. I got out of my clothes and stepped into the shower. Under the warm water, I jerked off to images of Aria’s delicious body. I felt like a fucking teenage boy, and even back then I’d never had to use my hand when I shared the room with a gorgeous girl. Shooting my cum at the shower tiles didn’t give me any kind of satisfaction, but at least my balls didn’t feel like they were about to burst anymore.
When I stepped back into the bedroom fifteen minutes later, Aria was mostly hidden beneath the blankets, only her golden hair spread like a halo on the pillow. I turned off the light and got into bed. She was so still, she might as well not have been there at all. I knew she wasn’t asleep. Her breathing was off. It screamed fear.