Chapter 2 - Lorenzo

It thrills me that I'll soon be settling with Amelia, the last daughter of Sen. Clayton. From the very first time I saw her at her father's house opening event, the thought of purchasing her and making her mine had rid me of sleep most nights. Today, I feel more restless than I have ever been in my life. My mind is filled with her. Her tall blonde hair and hazel eyes that sparks off her beauty. Her curvy hips that sways with each step she takes. The only thing on my mind as we head to her father's house is what her body would look like and how delicious she will be.

I button my shirt as the car pulls into Sen. Clayton's driveway. I step down and begin to walk into the penthouse before me. My soldiers stay outside while Leo, my underboss trudge with me into the house.

Sen. Clayton ushers us into the sitting room and offers us seats. “I hear the campaign is next week, I'll send strong Made men to you,” I say as I take my seat.

“You have to. I made a good offer,” Sen. Clayton smirks.

The clicking of heels against the wooden floor force my head to turn to the direction of the sound. In my view stood the woman that makes my organ wake up. My eyes focus on her hips which sways seductively as her mother leads her to me. I continue staring at her body, wondering what is hidden behind those fabrics. If only I could undress her with my eyes.

Her mother gives her hand to mine with a smile which I know is false.

“She's all yours,” Sen. Clayton says.

I take Amelia by the hand and order Leo to grab her bags. 

“We'll be ready for the wedding,” Sen. Clayton says.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a single tear drop from Mrs Clayton's eyes but it is none of my business. Amelia will be my legally married wife in two days and after that I'll do what I want with her. All I want.

I lead Amelia to the car and help her inside. Leo tugs her belongings into the car trunk. I climb into the back of the car where my fiancée is sitting and watch as Leo slips into the front. The car rolls away with a gentle sway. I look over my shoulder to find my other cars slowly follow behind.

I turn to Amelia. She close her eyes momentarily and continues sighing but her lashes soon lift to catch my gaze on her. She frowns.

“Must you stare at me that way?”

“What way?”

“I admit you must have a lethal appetite but can't you just wait till after the wedding night?”

“Whether its now or the wedding night, it doesn't change the fact that you are my wife…”

“Wife to be. Two days difference.”

“It doesn't matter. I can have you whenever I wish and—wherever.” I cringe my brows and stare intently at her distractingly perfect bow shaped lips and swallow the burning urge to kiss those lips. I wonder how she will taste. I think about letting her hair fall over her body, and arranging it over her breasts. I think about gagging and fucking her.

“What do you even want from me?” Her voice shrieks and I sense fear. Although she is trying to be bold, she can't deny that she's afraid of me.

“To wake up everyday with you on my bed.” I watch her clench her jaws in a fit of rage. I only let a smile escape the corner of my lips. “You're going to be my wife.”

“Wife?” She scoffs, “even if you were to fall in love with me, I won't accept to become your property or love you back no matter how hard you try.”

“Property? Is that what you think?” I know she's my property now but she's quite smart to have read my mind.

“You'll hate me because there was no love in the first place.”

“Its not that I'll hate you but—I don't love. Loving you would put you in danger likewise me. I can only protect you as my wife.”

“If I were your wife, would you let me go wherever I choose, do whatever I please with no questions or recriminations? Would you make no protest while I pursue my dreams? Would you let me have my freedom?”

“I'll let you, as long as it doesn't put you in a compromising situation and you give me the attention I need. You wouldn't let me force you to get that, right?” I watch her sulk.

“I suppose…we could try a sort of…friendship. There's no need for us to be at odds,” she says tentatively.

“And what is that?”

“To be free of each other. I'll be able to continue my life while you continue with yours and we'll be best of friends. After all, getting a wife is also a huge burden. You'll have to protect two people at all costs, me—you. Don't you think?” She grins.

“I see you're doing everything you can to put a wall between us.”

“What if I am? Is it wrong to want to protect myself from you?”

“You don't need to be protected from me.” This whole discussion is getting me angry and I know just how to put an abrupt end to it.

“Just because you want it doesn't mean its right. I have to consent first. Its an arranged marriage, I should be given some time to sort out myself and figure a way for this to work out for both of us. You won't force me right? You won't force yourself on me? It will be rape if…”

I couldn't hold it anymore. My mouth descends on her warm lips down to her throat as I aim deeper. I hear her gasp and that stimulates me the more. The urge to ravenously feed on her lips triples.

My mouth wanders in a new quest along the tender surface of her neck, down to the pulsing hollow of her throat. 

A faint cry escape her lips as my fingers slid into the thin fabric over her breast, stroking, teasing until her nipples aches and hardens. I rub her nipples until she's gasping for breath.

When we were both breathing fast and hard, my mouth pulls up to her ear, “tell me you don't want this.”

“No!” I hear her scream as she push me backwards. "You're never doing that with me!” She quickly smoothens her dress and push open the door. That's when I realize we were home and Leo had already stepped out of the car.