Vegas Pete - A Mafia Romance (Completed)

Chapter 6

The commotion in front of the door stopped except for Macau who was still shouting lewd suggestions of what Vegas could do to me, or I to him. "Shut up, Macau, and go find a whore to fuck," Vegas shouted. Silence reigned outside. My eyes wandered toward the king-sized bed in the center of the room and terror gripped me. Vegas had his own whore to fuck tonight and until the end of days. The price for my body hadn't been paid in money, but it might as well have been. I wrapped my arms around my middle, trying to quench my panic. Vegas turned around to me with a predatory look on his face. My legs turned weak. Maybe if I fainted, I'd be spared, and even if he didn't care if I was conscious and took me anyway, at least I wouldn't remember anything. He thrust his jacket over the armchair next to the window, the muscles in his forearms flexing. He was muscle and strength and power, and I might as well have been made from glass. One wrong touch and I would shatter. Vegas took his time admiring me. Wherever his eyes touched my body, they branded me as his possession, the word 'mine' edged into my skin over and over again. 

"When my father told me I was to marry you, he said you were the most beautiful man the Chiang Mai Outfit had to offer, even more beautiful than the woman in Bangkok." To offer? As if I was a piece of meat. I dug my teeth into my tongue. "I didn't believe him." He stalked up to me and grabbed my waist. I swallowed the gasp and forced myself to be still as I stared at his chest. Why did he have to be so tall? He leaned down until his mouth was less than an inch from my throat. "But he told the truth. You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen, and tonight you are mine." His hot lips touched my skin. Could he feel the terror pounding in my veins? His hands on my waist tightened. Tears pressed against my eyeballs, but I forced them back. I wouldn't cry, but Grace's words slammed into my brain. He'll fuck you bloody. Be strong. Tay's words flashed in my mind. Don't let him treat you like a whore. "No!" The word ripped from my throat like a battle cry. I wrenched myself away from him, stumbling a few steps back. Everything seemed to still then. What had I just done? Vegas 's expression was stunned, then it hardened. "No?" 

"What?" I snapped. "Have you never heard the word 'no' before?" Shut up, Pete. For God's sake shut up. "Oh, I hear it often. The guy whose throat I crushed he said it over and over and over again until he couldn't say it anymore." I took a step back, bristling. "So you're going to crush my throat too?" I was like a cornered dog, biting and snapping, but my opponent was a wolf. Avery big and dangerous wolf. A cold smile twisted his lips. "No, that would defy the purpose of our marriage, don't you think?" I shuddered. Of course, it would. He couldn't kill me. At least not if he wanted to maintain peace between Chiang Mai and Bangkok. That didn't mean he couldn't beat or force himself on me. "I don't think my father would be happy if you hurt me." The look in his eyes made me take another step back. "Is that a threat?" I averted my eyes from his. My father might risk war over my death – not because he loved me, but to keep face –, but definitely not over a few bruises or rape. For my father it wouldn't even be rape; Vegas was my husband and my body was his to take whenever he wanted. "No," I said softly. 

I hated myself for being submissive like a bitch bowing to her alpha, almost as much as I hated him for making me do it. "But you deny me what's mine?" I glared. Damn being submissive. Damn my father for selling me off like cattle, and damn Vegas for accepting the offer. "I can't deny you something that you don't have the right to take in the first place. My body doesn't belong to you. It's mine." 'He will kill me', the thought shot through my mind a second before Vegas drew himself up before me. Six foot five was scarily tall. I saw his hand move in my peripheral vision and flinched in anticipation of the blow, my eyes slamming shut. Nothing happened. The only sound was Vegas's harsh breathing and the pounding of my pulse in my ears. I risked a peek up at him. Vegas was staring at me, his eyes like a stormy summer sky. "I could take what I want," he said, but the viciousness was gone from his voice. There was no use denying it. He was much stronger than me. And even if I screamed nobody would come to my help.