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KAEL POV                   “I’ve found you a suitable wife, Kael,” my father Carlos said lazily to me as he tapped a pen on the top of his office desk.      “Good. It’s about time a marriage was arranged,” I replied. I was ready to settle down and start creating heirs.      My father—the eldest son of the Bueneventura family—ran our world like the empire it was. My uncle Francisco sat on the other side of my father’s chair and remained silent.      Francisco smoothed his hands over his blood-red tie, a smirk on his face. It was clear he wasn’t paying any attention to the conversation at hand. Then again, I could smell the rank pussy all over him. No doubt the two of them had just gotten back from one of the many titty clubs they owned. Probably fucked their way through all the girls.      As next in line to run the Bueneventura crime family, I knew it was imperative to have sons who would keep the bloodline intact.       “What family

Elara POV          I knew my role in this life. I knew I was to submit, to be quiet, and to do what my husband said when he said it. I’d been raised that way from birth. It was all I’d ever known.      And I kept my mouth shut when I disagreed with any of it.      “I’m going to die today,” I said to myself as I stared at my reflection.      Today was my wedding day, the first day of my marriage. An arranged one to a cruel, heartless man.       I’d heard the countless rumors of Kael Bueneventura before. My mother’s nephew.      He was a killer, a torturer. He reveled in being brutal and vicious.      And now I was going to be tied to him for the rest of my life.      My gown was nothing more than a costume for a wedding that was just for show, when the marriage itself was merely based on blood, money, and power. I was a pawn in a deadly chess game. The mouse for a hungry feline.      “Look happy, Elara, or you’ll ruin t

KAEL POV My cousin was a pretty little thing. Prim and proper. Innocent. Virginal. Under normal circumstances, any man would be proud to traipse around the venue, flaunting his new possession. But I wasn’t interested in showing Elara off. My desires were of a more dubious nature. A burning fire that wanted to blaze with her until all there was left was a shell. It was bad enough they'd forced me to marry the daughter of Russian trash and a traitorous mother. There was no way I would allow her to think she was anything more than an object purchased to satisfy my most carnal needs. “Time to leave, Principessa,” I growled in her ear. Elara stared blankly at me as her body shook. She was frightened. A pretty doe caught at the end of the barrel of a hunter’s gun. But she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut and simply nod. We made our way through the reception crowd, giving our final pleasantries, before I rushed her into the elevato

Once again, I was consumed by my insatiable need for my pretty little wife, and I had no regard for Elara’s comfort. I hoped I’d never break her spirit. It’d be rather boring if all the fight left her and all that remained was a willing victim.      My body leaned into her as my hands glided over her silky skin, feeling my way up and down her flat belly and perfect tits. I smoothed my fingers over her puffy pussy lips. She really was a beautiful girl.      Her body was soft, lush, and untouched.      Her body was mine in all ways.      “I enjoy knowing I’m the only man who’s ever touched you, Elara. I’m the only one who will ever touch you for the rest of your life.” I hummed as she hollowed out her cheeks and tried to keep up with my thrusting. “It almost makes me want to be gentle with you, but then I remember the family you’re from, and all those thoughts of kindness just float away revealing themselves as momentary acts of delusion.”       Sali

The very thought of Elara with any man other than me made the need to kill anyone and everyone rise within me.      Right when Vincent was about to touch her pussy, I curled my fingers around the handgun that was in the desk drawer—one of many I had stashed around the hotel suite. I grinned as I aimed.      Vincent turned to look in my direction at the sound of the hammer being cocked, and then he grunted, falling backward right off the bed, his blood splattered over the bed, the wall, and on my trembling wife.      I slowly rose, Carlo stepping back until he was now pressed against the bedroom door. With the letter opener gripped in my fist, I stepped up to Vincent’s corpse. He lay there, his gaze trained on me with lifeless eyes, the bullet hole centered between them.      “Go,” I said to Carlo in a low, deadly voice. A second later, the suite door opened and closed, and I kneeled over Vincent.      I gripped his arm and laid it flat as I br