Chapter Four

Richard's POV

'I don't want to get married to the slut of that family just because you need some cash and a sort of connection Mom!'

'You have no choice, it's not like there's anything you can do to Dave the business, besides; your father had already given his word before he died.'

'I am in love with Kayla, how would she feel?'

'If my husband isn't dead do you think I'd turn to you for help? Kayla would understand if she really loves you, I don't care what you do. Get married to the girl, get me the money and then you can make her divorce you or keep Kayla as your mistress or something.'

'Mom, Kayla isn't a mistress!'

'So you say but you sleep with her without officially begin a relationship with her, you'll get married to Luna Del Mario deal with it.'

I downed another shot of alcohol as this conversation replayed in my head, I did as Mom wanted, married a wench to save the family business and now I'm stuck drinking at a bar on the night of my supposed wedding.

"Penny for your thoughts." Kayla said.

I chuckled and pulled her closer, kissing her deeply. My hands roamed freely on her body and she moaned against my lips as I fondled her breasts. I pulled out and ran my fingers through my hair.

"I have to go. It's past midnight." I told her.

"To that wench?" She spat maliciously.

I chuckled and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"For Mom." I corrected her.

"Make her life a living hell for intruding in our lives." She requested of me.

I smirked as I rose to my feet, ready to leave.

"She has no idea what's coming for her. I'll see you at work tomorrow." I swore and turned away, leaving the exotic bar.

As I drove back home, anger accumulated like fluid in my heart and I carried this aura into the house. I knew where she was and headed there only to found her on my bed, crouched and I threw an empty can of soda at her head. She awakened immediately and was frightened to see me.

There was something in her eyes that wasn't just right, it reeked of innocence but I wasn't going to be fooled. I know her type, shameless pretenders so I gave her a piece of my mind.

"What?" She stuttered.

"Don't make me angry, you'll regret it. Strip." I warned her.

She tried to protect her body and looked away, her hands quavering and I laughed at how plausible her acting was. The tramp put on a show with the intention of fooling me.

"I don't understand why you decide to act like a saint or something but I'll break you until your real attitude surfaces, you're very famous among men for the wrong reasons and now I'm married to a tramp so the least you can do is obey me so I won't have to waste my money on cheap sluts like you outside. If you make me happy who knows? I could fulfil your wishes." I offered her but she shook her head.

I clicked my tongue and lost my temper, I drew her closer and she screamed, I ignored this ofcoyrse and ripped off the annoying wedding gown she was wearing, I shredded it until she was clad in her undergarments.

She begged me to stop but I didn't. I saw what made me go crazy for her. Her perfectly carved body begged to be banged, it turned me on instantly and her sobs were musical to my ears.

"Get it off." I commanded, she shook her head.

I rolled my eyes and tore it off, revealing her bra and lazy pant, her body glistened under the dim light and she cried heavily, trying to hide her shame but I was less concerned. I began to push her until she was on the bed and she tried to crouch, closing her thighs. I stripped as well and she closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes!" I ordered but she didn't as I hovered above her.

"Please don't do this to me." She begged. Her tone held persuasion and helplessness, emotions too pure for her tainted soul.

I slapped her. "Open your eyes!" I thundered, she did. Slowly and fearfully.

I crashed my lips on hers, kissing her fiercely but she pushed me away. I loved it, she liked it rough but I was rougher so I came back on her, more fiercely this time and pinned down her fragile body.

She tried kicking, swearing, crying and begging but I kissed her body anyways and buried my face in her boobs, getting drunk on them.

Her closed thighs gave way as I delivered heavy blows on them.

"Please, please." She cried, desperately.

I ripped off her panties and positioned myself in-between her thighs, inserting fully into her and she let out a loud shriek, of pain.

"No, no please. Oh God, please help me." She cried.

"There's no God here, you're in hell." I countered.

I almost stop because it was bone chilling but one look at her face and I began thrusting in and out. She screamed loudly and scratched me with her fingernails but I didn't stop but intensified.

Slowly, she gave in and eventually didn't do anything other than cry which was agonizing but I got what I wanted and only stopped after I had released my load in her.

I got off and fetched a contraceptive, throwing it at her motionless body. She laid there like a log, tears lazily rolling down her face. I scoffed.

"What a nice performance you put on, next time I expect you to be more active." I panted.

She didn't say a word and I took a warm shoulder, washing away her touch on my body, hot dressed in my pyjamas and she was still in the condition I left her. I slept on the other side of the bed, soundly.

The next morning, I work up to find her on the same spot, sobbing. Her eyes were swollen and she looked pitiful. I tittered, pissed by this and kicked her and she fell to the ground with a thud, only then did she sit up. I then noticed something that made my heart skip a beat; blood. The sheets were stained with blood.

I rushed towards her and she retreated backwards in fear, she was also covered in the same blood. It was from her. I was horrified and realized that I didn't notice it the previous night.

"What is that?" I asked, shakily.

She glared daggers at me and then it struck me that I forced myself on her and blood due to intercourse meant the hymen was broken which would make her a virgin.

"You took away everything I have from me, everything." She whispered.

I looked at her and burst into laughter.

"Where did you get the job done?" I asked.

She looked at me like I was insane.

"You think I'll be fooled by this? Blood and then I'd conclude it's from you and that you're a virgin? Give me a break. You're devious and I know better than to fall for your cheap tricks! You probably took some pills and made it look like this. Clean this up, I'll be leaving for work, it better not be like this when I get back." I spat at her then walked away, laughing.