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Your family owes me a bride and you will be mine." Fucking mine. I like the sound of that too damn much.
It feels like he's marking me as his and a primitive part of me wants that.
"My bride," he says, his voice dark with possession.
I do not want my wife calling me don, though sir might be fun. In the bedroom."
Note to self: if you are going to try to lie to yourself, make it more believable.
What cannot be changed must be endured."
He is showing me that when it comes to a choice between my well-being and keeping up appearances, I will lose.
Severu may not physically harm me, but he does not care if I am hurt. I am nothing to him but a means to an end. I am his wife to protect his pride, not because he craves me like I crave him.
"I am like my mother," I say. "Too good for a disgusting monster like you."
"You are so pathetic you have to hurt the women you know are better and smarter than you. We are stronger too. You could never have survived what you put mamma through." I don't know where the words are coming from. I've never spoken to my father like this before. But I am not done. "You are the weak little bitch, not me."
"Relax, wife."
"Yes, wife.
"I can't stand it, Severu, it's too much!" "You will take what I give you," he tells me in a voice dark with control.
"Even your compliments are bossy." "Part of my charm."
"She is mine."
I'm not sure tender is the right word. Possessive more like.
I look up at my husband. "Possessive, much?" "You like me that way," he says.
I have put on a calm façade, rage is a consuming fire inside me. Seeing her succumb to the memories, her skin going pasty, her beautiful hazel eyes filled with horror caused a feeling I have no experience with. Helplessness.
"Do you love me, Severu?" Will he admit it? "Is love the inability to see you hurting without fixing it? Is it craving your body even when I'm so physically spent I can barely move? Is it finding time to spend with you regardless of responsibility? Is it wanting to be a better man? Is it trusting you more than any other person?" I can't answer. My throat is too clogged with tears. "If that is love, then yes, I love you, Catalina. But it feels like something bigger than such a small word."
"I think love is bigger than the stars in the sky." "It's the birth of a new galaxy in my heart." Maybe even a whole new universe. "I love you so much." I kiss him. He says the words again when he is inside me, my legs draped over each side of his hips, our bodies one. "I love you beyond death, Catalina."
Her hazel eyes light up. Her sweet beauty blooms under praise and I make sure she gets a lot of it.
Her smile is blinding. "I love you so much, even if you are a bossy don." "You wouldn't want me any other way." And we both know it's true. Still, I'm a little surprised when she says, "No, I wouldn't." Because I am her devil, and she is my sweet beauty. Together we are perfect.
