Scarred Wife (Villains #1) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Villains Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
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Without waiting for a response, he let her go on the bed, and then stepped back, finally removing his shirt, and taking a little time to ease the zipper past his raging erection.

She was a dream. So beautiful.

And he removed his pants and boxer briefs within seconds, ignoring the stiffness of his cock, as he climbed onto the bed and moved between her thighs.

Her beautiful blonde hair was fanned out across his pillow, and he stared into her blue eyes. They stared up at him, and he wondered what she was thinking.

“This is going to hurt,” he said. “Don’t fight me. Let the pain subside, and then we’ll have some fun.”

He lifted her thigh, reached between them, aligning his cock to her entrance.

Diago returned his gaze to hers, and he didn’t prolong the torture, or try to make it better. To him, the best way to get through the pain was to tear the Band-Aid right off, and that was what he did. He slammed balls-deep inside her, feeling her virginity tear as he did, which made her his.

Vanessa was a virgin, and now she was his wife completely.

Chapter Seven

Vanessa had always tried not to imagine her wedding night. When she was old enough to realize what was expected of her, she’d asked Maureen what happened between a man and a woman. Maureen hadn’t sugarcoated it, and told her bluntly what was going to happen.

At first, she’d been terrified, but then her nanny had also told her that when the time came, if her husband was the right guy, it was going to feel like the best thing in the world.

Diago’s mouth on her body had felt incredible, especially when he went between her thighs. She didn’t think it was possible to feel that way, but the pleasure had been out of this world.

When he’d finally taken her upstairs and told her it was going to hurt, she figured most women wouldn’t be happy about that. In fact, she could imagine most of them being somewhat pissed. Then, of course, the pain that came when they finally did have sex.

But … it hadn’t lasted. It hadn’t been this awful feeling that made her feel split in two. Yes, it had been uncomfortable, or maybe that was now the third orgasm talking, but it hadn’t ruined it. Vanessa lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling her husband at her side.

They had already changed the sheets. Diago had taken them, said he needed them, for what she didn’t know. She didn’t care either. If it was to show her father, it didn’t matter.

“How are you?” he asked, and she slowly turned her head toward him.

“I’m fine.” Which also seemed odd to her, considering she was now married to one of the scariest men of the mafia, probably of the whole world. “How do you do it?” she asked, rolling over to face him.

“Do what?”

“Make people afraid of you? How did you do it? Was it some kind of magical gift?” She wasn’t a fool and knew deep in her soul that magic didn’t exist, but if he had any way he could help her, then she was all ears.

“You know the answer to that.”

“No, I don’t.”

His gaze looked past her shoulder.

“I’m not afraid of you. I know you’re not going to hurt me, unless I do something that means you have to. I get it. You don’t have to worry about what I’m going to do or say, or any of that.” She quickly pressed her lips together and then took a deep breath. “I’m not trying to be difficult. I promise. I just … I … how do you make people so afraid of you like that? Everyone ignores me, or talks behind my back, laughing and sniggering.”

“And you think I don’t get that?”

“You do?”

“I don’t get the laughter and the sniggers, but I certainly get the whispering behind their fingers, but that’s what I like, as it does half the job for me. It’s simple, Vanessa, and you are not allowed to have nightmares after this.” He stopped and she felt his hand on her hip. It felt so good when he touched her, and the truth was, she didn’t want him to ever stop. “I do whatever it takes to get the job done. I’m not afraid to get killed. There is no situation I’ve had to run from. I go toward the danger and pain, and I laugh at it. Mainly, I kill it, and after a while, people know what you’re capable of. I’ve killed men and women who were considered indestructible, and yet with a bullet, a swipe of my blade, or my fist, I’ve taken their lives. They’ve seen me covered in blood, and I haven’t gotten so much as a scar.”

“So you are some kind of super being?”


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