She won’t stop fighting me, even though she’s pinned down and barely able to move. She’s shouting over the priest and making a huge noise, wiggling and squirming in my grip. Does she ever give up? Can’t she see that all of the effort she’s putting in is wasted energy?
The priest is uncomfortable.
I should have warned him she might be difficult. But I thought the amount I was paying him, four times the usual rate, would be indication enough of the type of situation he was walking into. It’s not the first time he’s done a mafia-arranged marriage, according to the guy who recommended him. But from where I’m standing, he looks like this is all new to him.
It’s new to me, too.
All I know is that I need her to sign the documents, and I need a witness to confirm that it was all legit.
But I didnotexpect it to be this difficult.
She kicks out, and the priest has to dodge, narrowly missing her attack.
“Um, Andrei, she isn’t—"
“I told you it doesn’t matter. Just finish this already. Get it over with. The faster you do this, the faster you can leave.” I snarl, starting to get impatient.
He nods again and flicks forward on his notes to get to the good part. Finally.
“Do you, Andrei Volo, take this woman, Tatiana Enzo, to be your lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold—"
“I do.” I snap, grabbing her wrist as she claws at my face. Her long nails almost reaching my eye.
“Oh. Ok. Um. Do you, Tatiana Enzo, take this man, Andrei Volo—"
“Are you fucking insane. I’m not going to say yes,” she screams.
I clamp my hand around her throat, squeezing hard enough to let her know I’m not fucking around anymore. I have patience, but she’s testing it in ways I didn’t know were possible.
“Yes, youwill,” I growl against her ear as I cut off her ability to breathe. I wait, watching her eyes glimmer with tears. Counting. Then I release my grip. She gasps and takes several sharp, panicked breaths.
This time, when the priest asks if she agrees, she says yes.
The ceremony comes to an end, and the priest glances towards the crisp white pages on the kitchen counter. “She has to sign,” he says tensely, not looking at Tatiana. “Her and the witness.”
“She’ll sign,” I snarl, digging my fingers into her side. I move her and pin her against the counter.
She whimpers, but she’s still tense in my arms from the last warning. Tatiana takes the pen from the priest’s hand, and when he points to the page, she writes her name in elegant cursive across the blank space.
“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear, pulling the pen from her shaking hand.
I scrawl my signature next to hers.
It’s official.
We are married. Husband and wife.
I am aware that a marriage under duress is not legally binding, but my witness will attest that she did this by choice. And so will the priest if he knows what's good for him. And at the end of the day, this entire shit show was more for her sake than anything else.
Yes, I want my rivals and allies to think we are married. It will play a role in my plan at a later stage. But for now, what’s important is for her to understand that I am in control of everything.This is her first lesson. She has no say. She has no rights. She belongs to me, and I will do whatever the hell I want with her.
The thought stirs my cock. She is still locked against my chest with her ass pressing into me.
Mm. All of that adrenaline is still coursing through my blood, but turning into desire instead of frustration.
But we aren’t alone. And this wasn’t the plan.
I look at the priest. “I trust the payment is enough to keep this entire thing between us? No one else needs to know about herreluctance?”
