Bones (Bonetti Brothers #1)

CHAPTER NINE

BONES

I know I’m supposed to feel something when I stare at the tears rolling down her cheeks. The sadness in her expression should make me find another way. I’m as broken as the bones I shattered earlier today, because it does the opposite. It makes me fucking feral for her. I want to fuck her with the most animalistic need I’ve ever known, but I can’t. Not yet.

My mother will ask if I’m fucking her, and I need the answer to be no. I guarantee my mom does not know that my father has insisted I take a wife. She’d never agree with it. My parents did not marry for love, and she has always been adamant that her children would never enter into an arranged marriage. This isn’t exactly arranged, but she would look at it the same as if it were. I have never in my adult life lied to her, and I have no intention of starting now.

“Finish up and get dressed. I’ll put clothes on the bed for you.”

After drying off, I head back to the bedroom and pull on a pair of sweatpants. Can I hear her crying from the bathroom? Of course, I can. Instead of telling her that this is really all her fault, I choose to ignore it. I’m sure she knows this already. She’s probably in there beating herself up, as she should be.

Athena comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her gorgeous body, as she stares at the tank top and shorts I put out for her with a glare. A furious glare. I don’t mind it really because pissed off is sexy on her, even if it did catch me off guard.

“I’m not wearing some skank’s clothes.”

Arching an eyebrow at her, I warn, “Watch your mouth. My sister is not a skank.”

Her shoulders relax, as does her face, before her expression turns to a fearful one .

“I’m sorry.”

She walks over to the bed and gets dressed, first by putting the shorts on under the towel, as if I haven’t already seen her naked. As if I won’t be seeing her without clothing again.

“You may want to start thinking before speaking. That sharp tongue is going to get you into trouble. I’m half tempted to let you sleep in the cage tonight, instead of a nice warm bed. Is that what you prefer?”

Athena stands before me, with dried tears on her face now mixing with new ones. She looks fucking delicious in tiny black shorts, and a tight tank top that shows off her pebbled nipples. Her long wet hair hangs past her shoulders, begging for me to wrap it around my fist while I fuck her pretty cunt. Will she cry when I fuck her? Beg for me to stop? Or will she willingly give me what’s mine?

I walk over to her and she backs up until she hits the wall, narrowly missing the mahogany dresser beside her. She trembles slightly, and it makes my desire for her intensify. Brushing my thumbs over her nipples, I lean down and speak into her ear. My voice is low and gravelly, likely telling her how badly I want to be inside her.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Butterfly?”

“No,” she squeaks in a shaky voice.

I chuckle softly. “When you marry me, I’ll own you, and I will take you whenever I want to.”

She tries to appear brave. “I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to own people in this country.”

I can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of me. She’s so fucking cute. “Oh, trust me. I do many things that aren’t legal. Owning you will only be one of many.”

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I gaze at her wide eyes, that plump trembling bottom lip, and the need to taste her overwhelms me. I know I shouldn’t because this is how it starts, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stop, but she darts her tongue out and licks her lips, and I lose control. Slamming my lips to hers, I forcefully push my tongue into her mouth. I pull back to change my angle, and she bites my bottom lip so hard I taste the copper of my blood.

I stare at her while I run my tongue over the cut on my lip. “Fucking beautiful. I like it when you fight me, Butterfly. How hard will you fight for your ability to breathe?”

I’m not trying to hurt her, but I am attempting to teach her a valuable lesson.

Her eyes grow wide and teary as I squeeze my hand around her throat, cutting off her air supply. “That’s right. You do nothing I don’t allow you to do. Including breathing. Tomorrow you’ll be my wife, and then we’ll see how hard you’ll really fight.”

I let go of her throat, and she rubs her fingers over her skin as she coughs. “Tomorrow?”

With a smirk, I confess, “Yeah, tomorrow, because I can’t wait much longer to slam into that pretty pussy.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “You’re a deviant. The goddamn devil.”

I chuckle. “You have no idea, but you will find out. Tomorrow.”

“Do you really want to fuck someone that hates you?”

Stroking my fingers down her cheek, I admit, “Yes, Butterfly, I do. The more you fight, the harder it’ll make my cock. The more you cry, the more I want it. I want you to fucking bleed for me. I already know how your blood tastes. I want more.”

“Fucking vampire,” she grumbles.

Shaking my head, I say, “I’m tempted to shut you up by fucking your mouth again, but you need to eat. You have a big day tomorrow. Follow me.”

“I’m not your goddamn pet,” she blurts out.

I run a hand through my hair. “Would you like to eat, or would you like to spend the night before your wedding in the cage?”

“No,” she shakes her head, “Please. Anything but that.”

Obviously, I don’t expect her to like the cage. No one ever does. I learned that little trick from my brother, Kage. He does it because he gets off on it. I do it out of necessity. Her reaction to it is worse than anybody I’ve ever seen, and it makes me curious about her past, but I don’t bother asking because I know she isn’t going to tell me about any of that right now. I do wonder if Manny kept her in a cage. I have figured out that he did not treat her well. Neither do I, but I won’t beat her. I don’t beat women. Kill them if I need to, but assaulting a woman? Especially one that’s mine. That’s not something I’d ever do. Keeping her bound to my bed, and using her repeatedly, is something I’ll do. I have friends in the BDSM lifestyle and it’s never been my thing. Somehow, I’m now seeing the draw, because my pretty little wife will look so beautiful tied up, crying while I fuck her relentlessly.

“You’re ready to eat, then?”

Athena nods. “Yes.”

“Good. Let’s go get you food.”

She stares at me. “Are you going to put a shirt on? It’s a little,” she waves her hand in the air, “distracting.”

I chuckle. “Afraid you can’t stop yourself from jumping on my dick, Butterfly?”

Her blush is instant and fucking beautiful. “No thanks. I already told you if you want to fuck me it’ll need to be by force, because I’ll never consent.”

Grabbing her hand in mine, I chuckle lightly. “I don’t need consent to take what I own, but I guarantee you, not only will you consent, you’ll beg for me to fuck you.”

Athena laughs, but there’s no humor behind it. “Are you always completely delusional?”

I tighten my grip on her hand. “Are you always such a fucking brat?”

“Only for you, Bones,” she says as we walk into the kitchen.

I point to the dining room table, telling her to sit. “I’m a lucky man then, Butterfly, because I promise I’ll thoroughly enjoy spanking your ass. ”

“You’re such an asshole,” she says as she plants her pretty ass in the seat.

Arching an eyebrow, I say, “What did I tell you about calling me that?”

I move over to her as she grins. “Aww, poor Bones. Is that your trigger? You’re not going to cry, are you?”

Gripping her face in my hands, I glare at her with a growl. “Fuck, Butterfly. I’m going to enjoy breaking you. And trust me, you will be broken. There’s more than one way to break a person. I have shit to do tomorrow and believe me, I’m going to get off on putting you back in your cage.”

Instantly, her demeanor changes. There really is no fear greater than the cage for her. And I know I’ll get her to do anything I want her to, with the mere threat of it.

Letting her go, I grab a plate of food from the refrigerator for her and heat it up in the microwave. I set it in front of her, and she keeps her head hanging low with a quiet voice, “Thank you.”

She picks up her fork and eats the roast my chef made yesterday. I watch her eat and attempt to ignore the satisfaction in my chest. This ridiculous fucking feeling of wanting to take care of her. It’s fucking stupid, so I shove it away. There’s no room for any emotional bullshit. There’s no room in my life for weakness, and I simply will not allow it.

“This is good. Did you cook it?”

I laugh as I take a seat across from her. “No. I probably couldn’t cook toast without burning it. My chef made it.”

Glancing up at me, she giggles. “Of course you have a chef.”

I nod in agreement, because there is nothing good in this life I don’t have.

She smirks at me. “Although you should know, they make these things called toasters. The bread automatically pops up when it’s done. No risk of burning it. You should look into them. I’m pretty sure you could afford one. ”

“Smartass.”

Athena glances up at me, and flashes me the first genuine smile I’ve seen on her face. “Always.”

Her eyes change when she smiles, and I’ve seen some truly beautiful women, but nothing like this. It reminds me of seeing the mural on my ceiling for the first time. The way the colors all come together with absolute perfection. Like the Goddess Athena, she has a strength to her I didn’t expect. My future wife has vulnerabilities like any other person, but also a fight that I’ll enjoy. One she’ll need to survive me.

After she helps me clean up for dinner, I glance at the time and notice how late it is.

“It’s ten o’clock. You need to rest before tomorrow.”