"I despise you, psycho murderer!" she yelled angrily at him.
Denise thought she could escape by pushing open the door and attempting to run outside to the sand that surrounded his cabin.
"You are trapped with me, my princess," Mike cleverly whispered.
Mike approached her, now silently sobbing, a few miles from the water's edge. He'd seen her run across the sand and waggle around, looking for a way out. Fortunately, she didn't see his boat, but she couldn't use it. These days, biometric keys are extremely useful.
Mike's anger had dissipated. He has never felt this warm towards anyone. For him, these feelings were only for her. He then cast a glance at her, who was slightly trembling. Under the moonlight, her beautiful body becomes highly accentuated.
Her toned stomach and the curve of her chest. Her thighs were thick, all the way down to her slender feet. And her expression? He was taken aback. Her big doe-like eyes squinted at the moon, hoping for a way out.
Mike could tell she was upset, but fear overcame her sadness, making her feel hopeless at this moment.
Mike then tried to approach her slowly and yanked her.
Denise climbed into his arms as he cornered her, holding her close. Even though her fists were clenched, she did not attempt to fight. He frowned as he firmly grasped one of her arms. His finger-sized bruises, like the scars on his body, left a mark on her skin. He'd physically harmed her. If her wrists were as purple as he suspected, he dreaded the state of her back.
Mike's shirt began to soak as he carried her to the house. She was sobbing once more.
He then entered the room as he walked up the stairs and went to the room, he placed her on the couch close to the balcony door. "Why do you do this to me all the time? ", he could hear her cracked voice say, "Why did you take me away from everything?" she asked, looking up at him, his face expressionless until she saw his eyes, where she saw the possession, the ruthlessness, the obsession, but not the love he had for her.
As Mike approached her, she scrambled back on the couch, bringing her legs up to her chin, and screamed as he raised his hand, expecting him to hit her, as he had done before.
"I would never hurt you again, my princess; you are my future wife, and I will protect you-"
"Protect me!? By murdering people who cared for me!? You are terrifying; I do not want to be the wife of a mafia leader!" she exclaimed as Denise bit back.
"Please, Mike, I'm begging you this time, let me go now!" she yelled at him, her tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Shhhh, don't cry my princess, but even if you cry all day, my mind won't change, and you'll be stuck with me and our future children for the rest of our lives. I will always protect you from those who want to steal you away from me. You are mine. Everything I own, including this house, is now yours. My money is yours. You never have to worry because I will always be there for you "She held her breath as he spoke to her. He sounded like he was saying wedding vows to her. She hopped off the arm of the couch, moving backward as slowly as she could. She became enraged as she nodded her head from left to right.
"You! You are so self-centered! I always want to have total control over my life! Certainly not! I will not stay! with you! You're insane! You can't just take someone out of their life! "
"Denise".
"You are a monster; don't call me that!"
"Prince-".
"I'm getting away from you!"
"Denise! Denise! "Denise!" Mike dashed over to his woman, exclaiming, "You are mine!" as he stroked his nose against her cheek, drawing himself closer to her. Nothing could have prepared them for what was to come.
Her back slammed into the soft bed behind her before she could blink. When she was about to get up from her fall, his hand pinned hers above her head, and Mike's knees pinned down her legs, preventing her from moving.
She could feel him. His entire body pressed up against her. The small trail of kisses Mike left from the top of her neck to her collarbone, on the other hand, terrified her. He intended to punish her.
~
Denise had tried to sleep but had been unable to do so. She sat in the darkroom, staring out at the moonlight for the second time.
There were no tears. She had no emotions running through her. The only thing that could be heard was the wind blowing the sheer white curtains in and out of her balcony doors.
Knees to her chest, chin resting lightly on her legs, she huddled up to the headboard.
Denise remained motionless even though the sun was about to rise. Her hair fluttered in the breeze.
Bite marks covered her neck. Not swollen and inflamed. His eyes are a deep purple and black. Her wrists were purple and green because of his tight grip and her right thigh hand had a large handprint painted on it in red and purple.
"What did I do to deserve this? Did I do something wrong in my previous life?" she pondered.
She wished she could forget what had occurred, but she couldn't. He harmed her and bruised her. His words rang in her head as she marked her.
"We're getting married tomorrow."
~
Mike sat on the sofa, eyes red, holding another glass of alcohol. He was inebriated. As he began to think about it, he felt lost, angry, and pleased with what he had done earlier.
Flashback:
He snatched her arms and pinned her to her bed, arms above her head, knees pinning her legs down. He had her, she was beneath him, just as he had imagined. He could feel every curve of her body pressing against his toned body. As she breathed slowly, in and out, up and down, her breasts caressed his chest. Her pelvis sat on his lower abdomen, jerking slightly to getaway. His breathing had slowed, and hers had begun to quicken.
He smirked menacingly as he looked into her eyes. Denise has made him feel emotions he hasn't felt before. She made him fall in love with her. But she had also irritated him. If she wasn't willing to cooperate even a little, he'd show her what he was capable of. He'd mark her as his.
With one hand on her chin, he began to caress her cheek, teasingly breathing against her neck. Denise didn't have time to scream. He used his lips, tongue, and even teeth to attack her neck. He was marking her, indicating to her who she belonged. When he felt her thrashing around, he grabbed her thigh with his right hand, causing her to scream.
"Stop! Stop."
"No! I will do whatever I want to you!" He grabbed her hair with his right hand and bit down on her tanned neck, causing it to bruise.
"Please stop!" she begs, but he remains silent. He was aware that she was in pain, but he couldn't stop himself.
"Plea...pl," she said as she went in and out of consciousness.
"You have a very sweet taste, my princess." Mike bit behind her jugular, gripping her wrists even tighter than before.
"D...Do.Don-.Don't do this to me, please; you're hurting me," she'd given up fighting. He noticed her come to a halt.
He pushed himself off of her, regaining his composure. He cringed as he looked at her almost passed-out figure. That was something he'd done. He had harmed her.
"We're getting married tomorrow," he said, walking out the door, pleased that he had marked her but disgusted that he had abused her in such away.
End of the flashback.
He leaned back in his chair and looked out the window, where he noticed the sun was about to rise. The blood-red hew glowed at the rim
of the sea. Mike took his phone.
"Bring me a lawyer, a marriage certificateate, a gown for your First Lady, and yourselves and the men; you are to be eyewitness," he said before hanging up the phone. As he stood up, his shirt clutched, the buttons were undone, and the sleeves were rolled up. He walked into her room and slowly opened the door. He expected her to be sleeping but instead was met with a nightmare he never wanted to see.
His handprints were all over her thigh and wrists, and this bite mark was all over her neck. She was persuading her eyes open, gazing out at the sea.
He wished to approach her, apologize for his mistakes, and relieve her pain. Then it slammed into him like a sack of rocks. He was her anguish. He vowed to make her fall in love with him. He made a promise to her that he would make her happy. She was to be his wife by the end of the night. She wouldn't be able to leave him because he would prove to her how much he loved her. Denise will soon be his Mrs. Denise Colly Murgoci.