Filed to story: Turn The Mafia’s Virgin Wife On
…no matter what, no matter when and no matter where…isn’t that crazy?
“I think the fourth rule is a little…bit much?” I asked, stating my opinion.
“I never asked for your opinion. You just broke rule number three,” Sebastian stated curtly.
Shit. Is he being serious right now? How much of a tyrant can this man be?
If I replied back, would I be violating rule number three again? So, what should I do? Hold my tongue…?
“I never asked you to agree to the rules. I was merely stating the rules. Oh…I never mentioned the punishment for breaking the rules now, did I?” Sebastian said and I swear that I could see his eyes sparkling with evil.
“No…you didn’t,” I mumbled as I stared back at him.
“Usually in our mafia world, we punish people by cutting off a part of their body or removing an organ. Perhaps, you’ve seen something along those lines in the movies? It’s not very different really…” Sebastian said casually.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…” I muttered.
“I wish I was. But I’m a gentleman, you see, and hurting women isn’t really my thing so I’ll adapt the punishment a little for your sake…and for mine as well,” Sebastian said as a smile curved his lips sadistically.
This was probably the first time that I had seen him smile and it was not a pleasant one.
“What do you…mean?” I asked in a whisper. I couldn’t predict what he had in mind at all but at least he wasn’t going to chop my body up, so I guess that was good news?
“Each time you break any of the rules, I’ll take a part of your body as my own,” Sebastian said, his eyes narrowing slight at me.
“…I don’t understand,” I said, confused.
“It’s simple, really. Each time you break any of the rules, I’ll claim a part of your body as mine,” Sebastian said with a smile.
“As yours?” I asked, still confused. If all parts of my body are still intact, how can he possibly claim a part to be his?
“Yes. The body part that I’ve chosen to claim will be mine to do with as I please, wherever and whenever I please,” Sebastian stated as he smiled with utmost satisfaction at his own idea.
Seeing that I still looked quite confused to this alien concept, Sebastian laughed softly at me as he continued to watch me from the opposite side of the table.
“Stand up…and strip,” Sebastian commanded, his eyes never leaving my face.
“Excuse me?” I replied in shock. What did he just…say?
“Stand up and take off your clothes. Please don’t make me repeat myself or you’re about to break another rule, Grace,” Sebastian warned sternly.
“I…Why are you doing this?” I asked breathless. I wasn’t sure if I imagined it, but his blue eyes seemed several shades darker as he stared at me like an animal eyeing its prey.
“If I don’t get to see your body, how am I supposed to choose which part that I would like to claim first?” Sebastian asked, acting all innocent as he shrugged his shoulders.
I hated how he was speaking like there certainly would be a second…or a third time.
My body froze in place as I hesitated. How can I possibly just strip in front of him and right here in the middle of the dining room? This is beyond insane…but what can I do.
“You have ten seconds to stand up and start stripping. If you don’t, I’ll call some men in to help you get on with it,” Sebastian said emotionlessly.
“No…” I whispered.
“Ten…nine…eight…” Sebastian began counting down from ten.
“Sebastian! This is crazy…” I protested.
“Seven…six…five…four…three…two…one…men!” Sebastian continued his countdown.
I looked into his eyes and could see that he was dead serious about this.
“No! I’ll…do it,” I cried out desperately.
It was bad enough that I had to strip in front of Sebastian. I didn’t need his men seeing me naked as well.
At the sound of Sebastian barking into a small communication device on his collar, a few men dressed completely in black quickly rushed into the penthouse. I watched the men as my eyes opened wide and my mouth hung open in shock.
Sebastian was serious. He actually called in his men to strip me…
“No need anymore. Just leave…” Sebastian said to his men dismissively, while his eyes were still glued to me.
Sebastian leaned further forward across the table and peered into my face with an alluring smile. In other situations, I would have thought that the smile on his face was out-of-this-world bewitching, but I was finding it hard to admire him in this situation.
“What are you waiting for? Stand up…and strip, Grace,” Sebastian commanded as he smiled at me.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I stood up stiffly and I could feel his hungry eyes on me as if he could burn my clothes right off my body. I closed my eyes tightly as I tried to calm myself down. I’m not a virgin…and men have seen me naked before. Ok…not that many, but still…so this isn’t exactly a big deal or anything.
When I opened my eyes again, I was determined. No matter what he does to me or put me through, I’m going to survive these 30 days and I will return with my grandmother to our normal lives once again. I must survive this!
I won’t allow him to break me…
Slowly, I brought my hands up to the first button of my shirt. I realized that my hands were shaking slightly but after a few deep breaths, I was able to stop them completely from shaking. I felt his eyes on me, watching my every movement and I stared back into his beautiful blue eyes as my fingers moved to unbutton the first button.