Minutes upon minutes pass and yet there was no bride coming, which is getting me pissed off. Why will I have to wait this long for her? The atmosphere slowly began to erupt with different whispering and murmuring voices, people turning to their partners, some turning to their seatmate while murmuring something, stealing glances at me. I feel so embarrassed right now. "Frank, what is going on? Where is my bride!?" My cold tone is loud enough for anybody to hear. "Err---boss," Before Frank could answer the tall wooden door of the hall, push it open with force, one of my men racing in, Boss, your bride has escaped!" The whole place went silent for a moment as if struck by lightning before it burst into different loud mocking voices and ill statements. "Alert the warriors and send messages to all the embassies to stop any flight!" I turn towards Frank, giving him the order. "Okay boss!" He salutes with a slight bow and descends the altar, disappearing into the wind to go carry out his assignment. I release the tie from my neck, feeling all choked up; I am boiling inwardly. "What are you planning to do!?" Hunts rush towards me. I start to undo the buttons of my suit, "Leave my bride to me, Mr. Hunts; I know how to handle her since you failed in doing so." I reply in a very calm and collected tone. "Listen, she is just naive; don't do anything stupid, okay?" He requests. "Mr. Hunt, it seems you are forgetting that this is a business deal; let me handle my part. You have given me your daughter as part of the deal, so let me handle things concerning her." I whisper into his ear, with eyes glistening dangerously. "Besides, will you marry a wife for me and still teach me how to fuck her!?" He grunts at that statement, "WHAT OUT!"
Chapter 1 Handsome stranger
*Marcella POV*
"Another shot!" I demand, slamming the shot cup back to the counter. The bartender pours more liquor; I pick it up close to my mouth and gulp all down my throat. My throat burns as a punishment for my greediness.
"Hello Damsel!" I made an annoying sound and turned to look at the owner of the deep, husky voice. His face screams perfection, brooding shoulders that would be so sexy to wrap arms around; arms covered with beautiful tattoos and a few piercings on both sides of his ear, nose, and tongue, I guess. I drool for some minutes but slap myself back to reality. I should be worried about my life right now, not drooling over a stranger; I've just a few hours as a single lady.
"Do you mind having a drink with me?" I roll my eyes at his polite approach. I know what dudes like him want. I flap my chocolate hair rudely, my brown eyes checking him out.
"Go over that dancefloor; you will find the pawn you are looking for; they are all tailored to your taste." I watch the strange man from the corner of my eyes; his face forms a deep frown, but he quickly replaces it with a sweet smile.
"You got good acting skills," I score him in my mind. I snap my fingers in the air, thereby calling the bartender.
"Give this gentleman six cups of short; I will pay; at least let me pay him for his entrainment." My words hold a hint of sarcasm; the strange man chuckles, and I arch my brows at him.
"I hope you don't mind sharing it with me, or are you a newbie in alcohol?" I feel my body boil at that statement; it lessens my ego as a person. "Two more shots, please." I order foolishly. I have reached my limit, but I hate when someone dares me; it hurts my ego.
He drank the six shorts repeatedly and was able to finish it within a minute. I am tempted by his performance and also decide to prove to him that I'm up to the task; it turns out to be my greatest mistake. As soon as I'm done taking the two shots, making it a total of ten shots I have taken for the night, my mind becomes foggy. I could barely stand properly or hold my sight; my eyes were spinning heavily.
"Are you okay?" I feel the strange's breath fanned my ear; he was too close, too fucking close; he was calling out my hormones at this state. I badly want to push him away; he was looking like a sweet temptation right now.
"Where are you heading? I can take you there." His question reminds me of home, a home that used to be my safe haven but now is like a hunted house to me.
"Please, don't take me home." I cry out like a baby, tugging the shirt of the strange man. "Take me to somewhere safe, somewhere away from the world." I plead, hands clutching onto the button of his vintage shirt; his cologne calls me further, until I found myself sniffing him like a pig.
"Alright, mia cara (my dear), I will get you to my personal safe haven." My face tilt up only to make contact with his dark grin, which made me go weak on my knees.
He leads me towards the upper floor of the club; we trot further until we got to a particular door; he swipes the key card across it; it makes a ding sound, and it opens. We both walk inside; I was wobbling heavily, but he holds me, his warm hands providing the support that I need.
He gently placed me on the bed like a gentleman and went down in front of me. I gasp, highly waiting for a proposal or something, but his next action made a gush of embarrassment wash pass my face. Of course he simply wants to help me take off my heels. What was I thinking? In fact, was I expecting a ring? Pathetic!
He softly lift my slender legs one after the other and took off my heels. His moves were so posh, heat builds up in my face. I have never seen any man treat me this way.
I felt like Cinderella that is in the arms of her prince charming, although I'm a princess in truth, but I know I can never have a prince charming.
His hands accidentally brush past my thigh, and it caused a spark, my blood running wild. I don't know why all of a sudden I badly crave for a man's touch, my core throbbing with need.
"Do you need me to prepare a bath for you?" His voice was so sweet and tempting, his grey eyes bore into mine; I could read 'lust' he craves me, just how much I crave him.
"Damn this, fuck the pretence, fuck being a virgin!" I curse inwardly, swiftly attacking the handsome stranger with my mouth. He didn't hold back as well; our bodies heated up more as the kiss turned intense, and before we could figure out what was happening, our clothes were already flying out to the ground of the room while we push ourselves further into the bed.
"Hmm!" I moan out, wrapping my legs around his waist, exploring deeper into his alluring and delicious lips.
"God! MIA(Mine)" He groans out in his sweet Italian accent, making me more arouse.
"I want every inch of you!" He breathes out, our breath hitching into each other's ears. This just seems like we have been lovers for years, who reunited; the chemistry was one I never thought existed; it felt like I understood what he wanted and he in return understood me. I can't believe the great Marcella Hunt is in the arms of a man, making out! I bet the world I came from will die from shock if they ever see this.
My thoughts were cut short by a harsh penetration. "Argh!" I screamed out like a banshee as I felt my hymen tear in the most brutal way. I have taken a huge risk and here is what happens next......
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