His Queen

CHAPTER TWO

A R A B E L L A    P O V

My husband is vulgar with the way he stood in front of me, tensing his naked body. Tried to intimidate me with his flexed muscles, revealing his rock-hard throbbing cock to force himself on me. He is an animal with a glint of rage shining through his eyes. 

Grabs around my waist like an animal, then throws me on the bed, expecting me to give in to his advances to indulge him. Not allowing him to take what he thinks he owns. It infuriates him, making me laugh, which in this case is making it worse. 

He might be the King of the Mafia, feared by everyone who knows him, but I don't show him fear. Seated at the table eating dinner, he watches me with his mouth agape, eyes wide. The curiousness feeding his inner fantasy. See the torment in his eyes from my actions.

Dante complains to me for teasing him, telling me he needs to bed me, to take what is his. Laughing in his face, he punishes me with rage. Not taking my punishment lightly, I fight back with so much anger he screams with anguish, pinning me to the wall. 

His fingers grip around my neck, his lush blue eyes burn deep within me. His body pressed against mine, grinding, wanting me to be weak. The anguish he feels is only fuelling his temptation to take me, to ravish my entire body, to make me lose control, weak at the knees. 

Melting like water into his embrace. Not once do I dare let my guard down so he could feed his impulse, invade my purity. This man is sexy, titillating, tall, masculine out of this world good-looking. Not caving to his charms or the way he uses his eyes to lure me into the unknown. 

He might have charisma on his side, making it his goal to push me to the verge of giving up. The ache that tingles through my veins, yearning to let myself go, but I know if I do there is no turning back.

This guy is immaculate, well put together. Perfect V. Eyes with a shade of light blue. Tattoos on his body are there to hide scars from gunshots, with his perfect white teeth. He makes me wet between the legs, clenching my thighs, biting my inner lip to stop a moan from escaping. 

Makes my heart race, my inner core overwhelmed with passion for him. I am young, just eighteen, keeping myself pure, waiting for the right time to give myself to him, and that is when I will feel love.

Placed my cutlery on the plate, waiting for him to finish, to excuse myself. He takes the last mouthful of food, placing his cutlery on the plate. Picks his glass of red wine up, puts the rim to his lips, takes a mouthful, staring at me the entire time. 

Smirked at him, he glances at the table while placing his glass. "Arabella, we need to talk." He hissed at me, straightens his back, not even daring to take his eyes from me. "Talk?" I replied with a sarcastic tone, his eyes crease, jaw clenches. "Fucksake. Will, you for once just listen to me?" Heightening his voice to assert his manly hood. To frighten me into false pretences. 

Snickering at him, he stands with irate, sending his chair flying back across the room. Grasps my wrist, pulling me to my feet, dragging me from the room to another down into the basement. Flings the door closed behind us, making the entire room airtight. 

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Throws me into the corner of the room, his eyes like the devils. His hands clenched, making fists with his burning rage. The glare from his eyes sending a shiver down my spine. Fold my arms, makes the situation worse than it already is. 

This is a battle he will lose. The gap between us is getting shorter as he steps closer to me. Our eyes lock, we are now in a deadly stare, not one of us speaking or even moving an inch.

Glanced over my shoulder to see what is behind me, stumbling back he catches me, his arm snakes around my waist, with one move I'm in his tight embrace. Dante presses himself against me. Use my hands to get out of his arms, but he is having none of it. 

His lips lower to mine, pressing, demanding me to kiss him. Not complying with his demand, he pulls me to the bed using all his weight against my tiny body. "Dante, stop." Pleading to him to let me go, he doesn't listen, lifting me on the bed to sit over me. He takes one wrist at a time, placing it above my head in the handcuffs. "You will take your punishment like a good girl." It inflames his tone. 

My panties wet from his husky voice of firmness. "You can't do this," I yell, wriggling under the pressure of his body, he laughs at me. "That is where you are wrong. You are my wife and you will obey me," He stares down at me, taking my other wrist to place in the cuffs above my head. 

Lowers his lips once again, kissing me, moving my head side to side to get him off me. "Arabella, I will have what is mine," Gets back on to his feet, taking my ankles to shackle me to the bed. "Take your punishment," He picks up the chair, slamming it down beside the bed with the back facing me. 

Takes his jacket off, placing it over the back of the chair, rolls his crisp white shirt sleeves up past his elbows, showing his tattoos. Gazes at me takes a seat with his arms leaning over the back of the chair. My head sinks into the pillow, staring at the ceiling. Why is he doing this? He knows no amount of punishment will ever alter me. 

Thought he would have learnt by now that I will never yield to him. "We need to talk," I sighed loudly, rolling my eyes with every word he said. "Arabella, please take note of what I have to say to you." Turn my head to the left away from him. 

"Do you know anything about the raid on one of the brothels?" Shrugging my shoulders at his question, he leans over, gripping his fingers tightly around my chin, making me look at him. "Tell me the fucking truth. I know you've been talking to your brother," "Why fucking ask me then?" He sits up, taking his fingers from my chin. 

"Why ask if you already think you know the answer?" Snickering, he shakes his head, takes his gun from his holster. "It's nothing to do with my family," I spit, he points the gun at me, taking the safety off. "Go on do it, I fucking dare you," My words flow out of my mouth with hate. "Don't push me, Arabella. I will take your life." 

His sinister voice gives me goose pimples, sending a frenzy of antagonising hatred towards him. "I will not falter," He stands paces the room with his gun in his left hand, his finger on the trigger.

Gazing back up at the ceiling, listening to his footsteps. How could he believe my family had something to do with this? He is the King, so he should know who to trust and who not to trust. Couldn't hear his footsteps any more glanced to my right to have Dante pointing his gun at my head, his eyes glazed with hatred. 

Not moving my entire body for fear, he would take my innocence from me. "You will be spending the night down here," He places his gun in the holster, steps to the door, opens it, leaves slamming the door closed, then locking it. My chest raises with my laboured breathing. "You are an animal," I scream with so much effort the door bursts open. Dante storms over to me, grips my throat, squeezes gently at first, then tightens his grip. 

My body feels faint with not getting enough oxygen. Gasping for air plus wriggling, he releases his grip, takes his gun and shoots me. He fucking shoots at me. The bullet whizzed past my ear, just missing it by a fraction. "Are you fucking crazy?" Screaming at him while he laughs. "If you are going to shoot me, then do it." He bends over me, pointing the warm barrel to my temple. 

Trembling with the feel of the gun touching me. "Don't tempt me," He straightens up, puts the safety on his gun, holsters it. "Arabella, you have pushed me too far. I'm not going to put up with this between us for another ten months." As if I take any notice of him of what the hell he is saying. He leaves locking the door again. My thoughts swirl around in my head, I'm His Queen, and it's time I acted like it.

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