Chapter 2

• JASMINE
• He is going to be rough with me, but the baby growing inside my womb is barely two months old; it may not survive Romano's rough lovemaking; he has never cared about my pleasure.
• I muster up the courage to meet Romano's glare, "Can I take a day off today and rest? Of maybe we can just do it without these . . . "
• A chill freezes my blood when Romano only looks at me with a contemptuous gaze which possesses a hint of lust as he sneers "I've been away for some days, you had all the time you needed to rest!"
• He climbs the bed, his large body sprawled like a predator as he suddenly grabs my chin with strong fingers and leans to kiss me, but I tighten my lips stubbornly, attempting to turn my head.
• "Don't deny me your lips, I own them!" Romano growls, his eyes flashing with irritation, as his grip on my jaw turns painful, causing me to cry out, and he uses the opportunity to slam his mouth against mine.
• My screams are swallowed by the force of his lips, branding me with a searing possessive kiss.
• "You're mine, your body belongs to me!" Romano growls menacingly, kissing me deeply, his hot, wet tongue thrusting into my mouth as he rips my dress and jerks it down to leave my breasts bare.
• Another pitiful sob wrenches from my throat as he grabs my thighs to expose my most feminine parts, and two rough fingers part my folds.
• "Please don’t do this! Please! No!” I cry, but my pleas only seem to further irritate him.
• My struggles are futile against his brute strength as he chains my hands to the bedpost. My cries are muffled by the gag.
• I continue to sob even as Romano buries his face in my neck; inhaling deeply, he tilts his head so his lips brush against my ear with every cold word he whispers.
• “Don't forget that you are my whore; you have no right to deny me, willingly or unwillingly; I will claim you. Actually, I prefer it when you fight me.”
• “Mine,” Romano groans out; he slams his hips forward with a brutal thrust that erupts a shattering scream from deep within my soul; his large cock stretches me to the fullest, and my body writhes in agony beneath him.
• My glassy eyes focus on the ceiling; my body is in so much pain, but it's nothing compared to the throb in my soul. He is killing me, each violent thrust is snuffing the life out of me.
• What did I ever do so wrong to deserve this horrible treatment?
• It feels like forever before I feel Romano's semen spurt deep within my insides, his grunts of pleasure as he swallows my nipple with his mouth.
• He isn't done yet.
• I think I passed out at some point and when I jolt awake again from the searing pain between my legs, Romano is nowhere to be seen.
• My blurry, exhausted gaze slowly lowers to my body, the imprints of his hand covering almost everywhere.
• His possession.
• My thighs are trickling with his semen, and also blood!
• The red marks on the bedsheets gnaws my breaking heart with panic, and tears of sorrow continue spilling from my eyes.
• My baby, Please be okay!
• I stare at the blood for an extra thirty minutes, the waves of searing pain between my legs are almost unbearable. My heart is drowning in despair and panic.
• I need to go to the hospital to ensure the baby is safe, but I will need Romano's permission for this.
• And if he refuses?
• My mind is scattered with confusion, telling him about the pregnancy is out of the question. I need to find a way to make him let me out.
• I inhale deeply to summon courage; putting on a fresh pair of clothes, I gather my hair into a messy bun and apply a little makeup in the hopes of using the makeup to conceal my pale face and prevent Romano's suspicion.
• My heart throbs with bitterness and anxiety with each step I take into Romano's home office. I knock nervously, and Romano's gruff voice comes a second later.
• "Come in,"
• I reluctantly enter inside, my eyes instantly settling on Romano's blank expression; He doesn't show any reaction to my presence.
• My heart clenches with terror when I see the several weapons on his large desk, guns of different make, as though he plans to make use of them soon.
• "Are you going to just stand there like a dummy? Then you can leave, I'm busy!" Romano barks and I jerk.
• He sounds upset, but then again, he is always angry with me.
• I walk towards him, ignoring the tearing pain that shoots through my lower body, I struggle to steady my breath, pretending as though nothing is wrong with me.
• "I need to visit the hospital to check up on my contraceptive; it's already time. I don't want to end up pregnant, and I'm sure that you don't want that to happen too,"
• Something dark flashes in his eyes, but it vanishes in the next instant, and I start to wonder if I imagined it.
• Romano lifts the glass containing whiskey to his lips; his penetrating grey eyes studying me so intensely that I have to resist the urge to squirm.
• "And how will you know what I want?"
• Confusion forms a boil of sweat on my brow; he has always been too complicated for me to clearly understand his thoughts.
• "Come here!"
• I flinch at his command; he pats his thigh, and one of his brows arches perfectly as though daring me to disobey.
• I take several slow steps towards him, and when I'm within his range of reach, Romano suddenly grasps my wrist, forcing me to fall against his body, his muscular arms tightening around my waist.
• "You're right; I don't want you to get pregnant; This marriage is your atonement for your sins," He whispers, taking another sip of his whiskey.
• My eyes tear up at his words, when is it ever going to be enough for him?
• His loathing for me seems to only be increasing daily; I've tried so hard, not even aiming to earn his love because that would be impossible; Romano doesn't have a heart; I only want to make him hate me less, but every effort I make has always backfired.
• Two years.
• That's how long since I've worn his last name like a burning shackles around my neck, it feels like a decade already.
• I had been nineteen when he forced me to drop out of college, he entered my life like a storm and drenched me with his hatred.
• The reason Romano is taking revenge on me is because of my mother.
• My father had never mentioned the cause of my mother's death to me, it was at the age of ten when I overheard my stepmother's sarcastic remarks about how my mom and a wealthy man had a shameful deed in a car in the mountains, resulting in both of them plummeting off a cliff to their deaths.
• And that wealthy man was Romano's father. I once heard from the housekeeper that after his father’s death, Romano's mother became so heartbroken that she disappeared soon after, and no one ever saw her again.
• Romano hasn't always been a Mafia, his father used to own one of the largest companies, the De Luca empire. It's only after his father's death that his uncle adopted him, introducing him to the dark side of the underworld, Romano had been a teenager, but he had vowed to avenge his father's death and his mother's disappearance.
• And since my mother is long dead, I became the target of his vengeance.