“He just spanked me like I was some bratty little kid.”
“You must have deserved it.”
“How can you say that?” I shake my head in disbelief. “This whole place is insane. I’m leaving.”
She holds the wedding dress up in front of me. “Please, you must try it on.”
In a fury, I grab the dress from her and toss it aside. It lands in the hearth and immediately catches fire. As the women rush to put out the flames, I walk over to the door and pull it open.
On the other side Alexsei is standing with a knowing smile on his face. “I thought I had made myself clear,” he says, picking me up like I’m a sack of potatoes, hoisting me over his shoulder. “I see you need another lesson in what happens when you disobey me.”
6
Alexsei
Idump her on the floor in front of my desk, slamming the study door shut a moment later. “Do not move,” I tell her, locking the door before spinning around to face her.
She’s a stubborn one, I’ll give her that. Refuses to look the truth in the face. Once she accepts she wants me, her life will be so much easier. I know it. She knows it. Yet still she tries to fight it.
She glares at me, her arms folded across her chest, a defiant look on her face.
“You think you can walk all over me?” I ask, taking a single step toward her. “You think I am so weak I would permit it, is that it?”
“Fuck you,” she replies.
“Such strong words but you have no idea where the balance of power lies in this situation. Your father has sold you to me. I own you. I could click my fingers and have you killed and no one would ever know. Yet, you continue to fight me. Why is that?”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“Only because you do not know me yet. I am to be feared. I am to be respected. In a few hours I will be your husband and you will obey me.”
“I will never obey you. No matter how many times you say it.”
“I always get what I want and I want you to obey me. We can either do things the easy way or the hard way. You want to know the difference?” I tuck a lock of stray hair behind her ear, remaining close to her, watching her pupils dilate as she stares at me. “The easy way involves a lot more pleasure.”
“You think you can just control me like I’m a robot? You’re no different to my father.”
She looks like she truly believes that. Brainwashed by her own kin, such a shame. I want to tell her I am nothing like that asshole. I will care for her, provide for her, comfort her every single day of our marriage. I cannot appear weak so I say nothing of that. Instead I use what I always use when I need something doing. Threats.
I can handle threats. I can’t handle the emotions she raises in me, the warmth she brings out. A man cannot function if he is not cold.
I shake my head. “I am a lot more dangerous than your father. You are about to become my wife. You are going to give me a child. You can enjoy the process or scream throughout but it’s happening.”
“So you’re giving me no choice in this?”
“I told you, I will not fuck you until you beg me for sex but this insolence cannot be permitted to continue. Bend over the desk, now.” I make my voice into a cold dead sound. I lean close to her.“Do not anger me further by pretending not to hear.”
She gulps, turning away from me, placing her hands on the desk, her ass pointing toward me.
“That’s better,” I say, reaching around her waist, finding the button on her jeans, undoing it with nimble fingers before sliding her pants down her thighs. “You will remain in place until I give permission for you to stand up. If you so much as think about fighting me on this, you’ll be walking down the aisle naked in front of all the guests. Is that clear?”
She doesn’t answer so I yank her panties down too. “I said, is that clear?”
“Yes,” she spits, the hatred dripping from the word as she turns her head to glare at me. “I hate you.”
“I hear that a lot but I guarantee soon you will be begging me to fuck you.”
“Never.”