Chapter 6


    Sofia’s POV


    My heart was hammering hard against the insides of my chest and my rib cages, my pulse rate has


    spiked high up to the level of me feeling it vibrating fast on my throat. I shivered slightly as fear started


    to crept into my veins once again and stubbly leaned back when Luca’s fingers started to slow trail over


    my robe covered arm. To my surprise– and in the very next second, horror, Luca pulled his fingers


    away from my arm almost immediately. My eyes widened in horror as I realized what I just did and I


    held my breath fearfully, my whole body going numb as I waited on the p that was surely going to hit


    me any second from now.


    A few seconds passed, and… nothing.


    I blinked a few times and turned my head around and– locked eyes with Luca. He was staring at me


    the same way he had been staring at me since the start of my wedding, there was nothing standing out


    about his facial expression. I silently prayed he wasn’t already thinking up different ways in which he


    could use to ‘discipline’ me


    “I’m s– sorry,” I whispered in a quiet breath, my voice wavering and stuttering fearfully as I averted my


    gaze from staring into his gray eyes and instead focused them on my robe covered thighs. My hands


    were starting to shake due to how scared and worked up I am, and I sped my two hands together


    and ced them on myps to try to slow my heartbeat down which would then automatically calm the


    bubbling nerves that was causing my hands to shake.


    A startled sound suddenly flew out of my mouth as Luca suddenly grasped my chin and tugged my


    face around until I was staring into his eyes once again, I tried to stare in a spot that wasn’t his face–


    his grey eyes in particr, but his firm hold on my chin didn’t waver for a fleeting second and I wouldn’t


    ever dare try to pull my face out of his hold– because I wasn’t ready to meet my end yet.


    “You’re so skittish,” He suddenly said, his voice deep and sounding all growly despite how quiet it


    sounded. I felt my cheeks flush in embarrassment, making me duck my head almost immediately– or


    tried to, but couldn’t because my new husband was still holding my chin captive in his hand, his eyes


    trailing over every feature of my face.


    “Um,” I whispered and bit my lips in concentration as I tried to think up a word that would be a good


    reply to what he said a few seconds ago. I couldn’t say ‘thank you’ to that because that was most


    definitely not apliment, now could I? But then I couldn’t leave his words hanging in the air like that


    because that would be just rude, and I didn’t want him to think I was slow, something I most definitely


    wasn’t.


    “I, um…” I started to say again without knowing what exactly I was going to say, my eyes stayed


    focused on his nose and cheeks, that was a way safer ce for my eyes to peacefully stay glued to,


    I trailed off immediately and stared wide eyed at him as he started to lower his head towards mine once


    again, his face was only a breath away from grazing mine and I was fully aware of myself slowly


    leaning away from him, his grip on my chin to only thing keeping me from outrightly pulling away from


    him. I was trying to plead with my body to stay still, to avoid angering him, but for some reasons, my


    body was doing a different thing from what my mind was telling it to.


    It was most definitely going to get me in trouble tonight.


    He pressed his lips lightly pressed against my throat and at the same time brushed one part of my robe


    off my left shoulder. I gasped audibly and willed my body to remain still as his warm lips ghosted over


    my bare throat and was now lightly trailing over my corbone, his grip choose that moment to


    thankfully leave my chin and I dragged in a deep breath and did my possible best to keep my body still


    as I refilled my empty lungs, my fingers twitching and slightly trembling on my tights. The deep breaths


    that I took into my lungs a moment ago whooshed out the very next second when he unexpectedly


    pushed on my shoulders until my back was t on the bed. I tightly fisted the white, fluffy bed sheets as


    my mind started to register the fact that it was finally time for what was his to be taken.


    My virginity was going to be non-existent before he pull himself away from me tonight.


    My eyes started to sting and the back of my throat started to hurt as tears threatened to spill out the


    sides of my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to anger him further since I knew I had


    angered him a few times tonight by my actions.


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    Look at me, sprawled out fearfully on the bed as I awaited my dreadful fate which was to have my


    privates invaded against my will, by this man– who was now my new husband, whom I had no doubt


    would definitely hurt me when doing the said act. I couldn’t stop the set of tears that managed to ept


    my tightly closed eyes and I held my breath and tightened my hold on the sheets even more as I


    awaited the smack that was going to hit the side of my face now.


    But… nothing. My heartbeat continued to pound and I was extremely scared to peel my eyes open in


    fear of what I was going to find. What if he was staring at me with so much anger pouring off those


    unnerving eyes of his? Or what if he had already gottenpletely naked in preparation for what was


    going to take ce between us tonight? Or what if...


    A quiet stuttered breath puffed out my lips as I felt him pull my hands off the sheets I had tightly fisted a


    few minutes ago, and next thing I knew, I was being moved on the bed.


    To the center? Where he was going to do it?


    I couldn’t help the second set of tears that spilled out the sides of my eyes and I tightly bit into my lower


    lips to stop a sob from slipping out unconsciously.


    I felt my head being ced on a pillow before I finally stopped being moved and I held my breath again


    and awaited the worst.


    “Open your eyes,” Luca’s voicemanded, the voice sounding close to my face and slipping into my


    ears immediately. I blinked my wet eyes open the next second as I couldn’t bring myself to disobey him


    despite the amount of fright stifling my fast pumping heart.


    I blinked a couple of times before finally locking eyes with Luca, the whole surroundings of the room


    feeling bright and blurry because of the tears clinging to myshes, as I stared into his grey eyes and


    unconsciously pressed my head into the pillow for there to be space between us, than there currently


    was.


    “How old are you?” He asked, slightly moving above me, which was when I noticed that he was slightly


    kneeling above me, his arms were on either side of my head and his face was a few inches away from


    mine. I ignored the way his big shoulders and biceps were making me feel extremely tinypared to


    him as I tried to focus my overheating brain on his question.


    “I’m eighteen years of age,” I whispered my answer, silently impressed in myself for not stuttering in


    between the words.


    “Fuck.” He quietly eximed above me and I flinched, immediately trying to figure out if I had done


    something to anger him at this very moment anding up with nothing. He broke eye contact this


    time, staring at a spot above my head and I noticed the way his throat moved a few times in a


    swallowing motion while the protruding Adam apple protruding and way more more outlined than any


    one I’ve ever set my eyes on. Father had something like that, but it was mostly covered in fat since he


    started putting on weight while my brother and I were growing up. I had no one else’s topare with


    Luca''s since I had never seen any man’s throat in this kind of close proximity– except my brother’s, and


    his was barely outlined as he’s still growing up.


    “Sleep.” He instructed the moment his gaze locked with mine once again and I blinked at him a couple


    of times, trying to confirm if I had heard him correctly.


    Sleep?


    Sleep as in, go into an unconscious state and lose all control of my body, leaving me in an extremely


    vulnerable state and leaving my body at risk of it being vited by him?


    But sleep? He wanted me to sleep?


    Or he wanted to wait until I went to sleep before pouncing?


    I watched as he pulled his hands from either sides of my head and rolled his whole body over to the


    other side of the huge bed, keeping a wide space between us- which was when I noticed that he had


    pulled my body over to the very left side of the bed, instead of the middle I had thought. My eyes


    followed his every move while my heart stay pounding hard against the insides of my chest and I


    watched as he sat on the other side of the bed with his elbows on his thighs.


    I blinked as my eyes took in the whole expanse of his back, the upper side of his back was very wide


    and my eyes immediately zeroed in on a scar in the left lower side of his back. It looked jagged and


    shrieked tightly together like the actual wound was way bigger but the scar then chose to not be as big


    as the initial wound. I had no idea what kind of wound the scar was form, I have seen quite enough


    gunshot wounds while growing up to be able to identify a wound from a bullet on first nce, but this


    one was quite… confusing andplex looking.


    Wait, why was I suddenly analyzing his scar?


    Luca choose that particr moment to nce behind him and I flushed red on mortification as his eyes


    locked with mine, I averted my gaze immediately and turned around on the bed, facing the other side of


    the room and silently praying that he had gone back to staring at his fists and meditating instead of


    staring at my awkwardly, curled position. My knees were tucked behind my thighs and I was very aware


    that my robe had rode upwards on my thighs along the line, but I was too frozen and scared to do a


    thing about it. I felt very vulnerable and wanted nothing more than to curl into a small ball beneath the


    nket that I was currently on– but I wouldn’t dare move around on the bed just to get beneath the


    nket.


    Luca had asked me to sleep which my over analyzing mind had broken down into multiple meanings


    even though it only had one actual meaning.


    It could be that he actually wanted me to sleep, because maybe he had suddenly lost interest in my


    body like I had feared– and hoped.