Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
My stomach fluttered.
My heart dropped.
When he began striding over to me. Cruz didn’t walk, he swaggered.
Determined.
Pronounced.
Looking every bit the part of the devil.
Until he was standing at the foot of the bed, right in front of me. Cocking his head to the side, he tapered his sinister stare to bore into mine. His appearance took on a whole different demeanor now. In one swift move, he grabbed ahold of my ankles and roughly dragged my body toward him.
I yelped, caught off guard with his brute force rendering my silence. In less than a second, he spread my legs and crudely gripped onto my thighs. My ass was now on the edge of the bed, he placed me where he wanted me…
His dick against my core.
My chest heaved. I was beginning to walk a very thin line between lust and loathing. Except, I wasn’t going to back down. I knew what I was getting myself into by provoking him. At the end of the day, I’d take his demons over his sympathy. I didn’t want his kindness. In my eyes, he would forever be my enemy.
He wanted a wife, I’d give him a whore.
“Fuck me, Cruz, so my blood can attest your loyalty to La Famiglia.”
He arched an eyebrow before leaning forward. With his mouth inches away from my lips, he rasped, “Is this what you want, Sin?”
I held my head higher. “Like it would matter to you if I said I didn’t. Just do it already. Steal another thing from me, but don’t for one second think this isn’t rape if I’m not screaming or begging for mercy. You’ll never see my weaknesses. Ever.”
Growling from deep within his chest, he sat up and reached for the zipper of his slacks. I turned my head, tightly shutting my eyes. Mentally preparing myself for his assault on my body. The pain that I knew was coming. Fisting the sheets, I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood. He was stripping away one more thing I held so sacred to me.
My soul.
After everything I’d been through, it was always mine. It was all I had left. I welcomed the Hell he’d burn in for eternity with more blood on his hands.
Mine.
“Sienna, look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you.”
Reluctantly, I did. Stunned by what I saw. There was a pocket knife in his grasp.
“What are you doin—”
Crudely, he slid the blade down the palm of his hand.
“Oh my God! Are you insane?”
Lifting his arm to the side of our bodies, he quickly fisted his hand over the sheets beside us.
“If La Famiglia wants blood, then it will be mine they receive.”
I loudly gasped, shocked as shit by what he was doing for me. I opened my mouth to speak, but his phone rang.
“What?” he roared, answering it. “Yeah…mmm hmm…I’ll be there in thirty.” He hung up, placing his phone back into the pocket of his slacks before looking at me again.
With an expression of utter disgust I’d never seen on his handsome face, he spewed, “I want a wife, not a goddamn whore. I’ll never fuck you without your consent.”
“I…I…I…”
He got off of me, and I instantly felt the loss of his touch. His warmth. His hatred.
Or was that love?
“I’m a lot of things, Sienna. But I’m not a fucking rapist.” He threw the comforter on my body. “And don’t you ever fucking treat me like one again. Unless you want me to prove to you how wet I can make your pussy until you beg me for mercy.”
“Cruz, I—”
Deliberately backing away, his glare spoke volumes. “You got what you wanted, Princesa. For me to leave. You’ll be all alone now, so you can continue on with your pathetic pity party.”
Everything happened so fast, one minute he was there and the next he stormed out. Slamming the door behind him. I stayed lying right there, frozen on the bed for I don’t know how long. Cold and abandoned on my wedding night. Hours could have gone by as my head spun around and around with no end in sight.
My prayers were answered.
I won.
He left.
But why did it feel like…
I lost instead?
Chapter 24
—Cruz—
Three months later
“I swear I don’t know where the fuck she is!” my victim bellowed, screaming as if his life depended on it.
It did.
Torturing motherfuckers never got easier and I wasn’t talking about the actual sadistic act of what I did, it was how I’d do it. I’d show up strapped with a few men by my side, but there was only so much I could do with a fucking gun.
I had to get creative. Carlo, who was one of my main men, tied the piece of shit to a chair while I wired together a couple of car batteries with jumper cables attached to them. My options were limited, we were at his shop and this was all I could fucking find. After Carlo dumped a bucket of water on the son of the bitch, I used the end of the frayed jumper cable to shock the shit out of him.