“I know the law, Devious. Women are supposed to remain a virgin until we’re married off.”
“Good. Because I would hate to kill someone as pretty as you.”
I gulp at his words.
He walks to the drawer, yanking a white t-shirt, tossing it at me. “Put this on and go to bed. You need to get up early and meet me at the dining room by eight.” Then he shut the door.
I throw on the clothing, climb into bed and cry myself to sleep.
Devious
I PERCH AT THE BLACK marble table in the dining room, sip my cup of joe, reading a psychological thriller, while waiting for Roselyn.
Sip.
The best way to take down your prey is by observing them. You examine them for their weakness and strength. So, when it’s time to strike, they will be caught off guard.
Last night, when Roselyn was arguing with Lex about marrying me, I watched her body movement and facial expression. I watched how her head dipped and the corner of her mouth wrinkled. Her weakness is she doesn’t know when to shut up and be obedient. Her strength is she’s prideful and has a backbone. Her backbone and pride are going to need to be broken. Fear is something I’m going to instill in her because Lex failed in the department.
Sip.
I glance down at my Rolex and it’s five after eight. Grinding my teeth, I get up from the table, straighten my red tie. This will be her first punishment for making me wait.
As I barge in the bedroom, she lies on the bed, face down, with her face buried in a thick fluffy pillow. I snatch the black blanket from her body, lean down, and yank her Winnie the Pooh pajama pants enough to expose her pretty, plump ass. My dick is engorged, making my black dress pants tighter. The tip of my head burns as it rubs against the metal zipper of my pants, so I adjust myself and continue to stare at her ass. I want to shove my dick inside her until she’s screaming my name as I slap her ivory flesh. I want to shoot warm cum all over her pussy, marking it, claiming her. Fuck, I’m going to jack off before I have a meeting with the underbosses today.
Leaning forward, I smack her ass as hard I can, and her cheeks turn a rose color.
She turns around, sits up, rubbing her flesh and her eyes widen, frowning. “Dude, what the fuck?”
“You’re late for breakfast. Do not leave me at the table waiting. Do I make myself clear?” I grit out.
“I lo—”
“Do I make myself clear?”
“I’m ju—”
I pin her head back into the pillow, smack her ass again.
“Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal,” she mumbles, leaping out of bed. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“You need to ask.”
“May I take a shower, sir?” she says sir sarcastically, and I fight the urge to smack her ass again. I let her go.
This rebellious behavior will not be tolerated. No wonder Lex had a problem getting her married off to other underbosses. Lex also told me she’s spoiled and acts like an entitled brat. But she won’t be once I’m done with her.
“Yes. You have thirty minutes to meet me for breakfast.”
I leave her in the bedroom and stomp to the dining room, taking my seat at the head of the table.
Thirty minutes later, Roselyn hurries to the table, pulls out the wooden chair, and sits across from me. She examines the expensive Greek statues which cost more than this penthouse and the chandelier made out of real diamonds. She avoids eye contact with me. She’s so fucking beautiful. Her wet strawberry blonde hair cascades down her back and her face is still in the stages between girl and woman, but it’s angelic. She looks too much like Shelby, my dead fiancée. She wears an oversize shirt with baggy jeans, trying to hide her figure from me. No matter how much she dresses like a hobo, it won’t keep me from fucking her on our wedding night.
My chef strolls in, setting a plate of breakfast food in front of Roselyn.
“Do you need anything, Mr. Cayden?” My chef asks. All my staff and employees call me by my real name while everyone else calls me by street name.
“Refill on my coffee.” I hold my grey mug up to her and she clutches it, disappearing into the kitchen. “Let’s discuss business, shall we?” I sit forward, leaning my arm against the table. “First thing first. We’re getting married two weeks from now. You’re going to lose your virginity to me on our wedding night to pay off Lex’s debt.”
“I thought by marrying you, I’m paying off his debt.” Her perfectly arch eyebrows rise.
“That’s him paying the first half, the second half is me having your blood stain my dick.”
She swallows hard. “I’m not ready to lose my virginity to you.” She takes the shiny fork and picks at her eggs.
“You don’t have a choice.” I keep a blank expression.
“No. I’m not sleeping with you.” Her voice is stern.
I chuckle. “You keep forgetting you’re my property, Roselyn. I do as I want with you.” She does not respond, but her gaze shoots daggers at me. “You are allowed to go as you please. But be home by dinner.” This me testing her, to see what she will and will not do. To see if she’s going to run away. Lex informed me she has a past habit of running away. She escaped from her ex-fiancée, Umberto, who she was engaged to for six months and she was found in Atlanta, Georgia. He didn’t want her anymore. “Your bodyguard, Max, will escort you everywhere. Do not talk to him unless you want to leave this building. Our engagement party will be next Saturday. Marla will bring you dresses and whatever you need so you can attend formal events with me.”
The clothes the maid unpacked from Roselyn suitcase are hideous. It seems my
