Page 9 of Blackmailed Marriage

Aria didn’t know what had set off his anger, and she wasn’t interested in learning either. Dante, other than to do his duty, hadn’t laid a finger on her, and she wanted to keep it that way. Other women were not quite so lucky. Black eyes, lots of makeup, and of course lies—that was what she was used tohearing from them.

The silence between them was starting to make her uncomfortable. She wanted it to be over.

“I was just getting a glass of water. I’m about to go to bed,” she said.

Move. Try not to draw his attention.

Not for a single second did she think she had the power to draw his attention, but she didn’t want to have to perform more of her duties.

Go.

Dante wasn’t saying anything, but he was staring at her. She had no choice but to attempt her escape.

She moved toward him, and was just about to glide past him when he suddenly reached out, grasping her arm, and before she knew what was happening, she was pressed up against the wall. Panic swelled up inside her. What had happened? Had she done something wrong?

She heard the cruelties of people at parties saying that he would probably beat her because she wasn’t anywhere in his league. Fear traveled down her spine, and it had no thought, no care, no consideration.

She stared at him, waiting, wondering.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” Dante said.

“I don’t?”

“No, you don’t. I just want to try something. Trust me.”

Aria didn’t trust him. His reputation far exceeded him, but there was nowhere else for her to go. She felt the panic, but then Dante surprised her. The only time they had kissed was on their wedding day straight after the priest had told them the I do’s. The kiss at the altar had been chaste. To any onlooker, they couldn’t have mistaken that neither person wanted to be there.

She’d been terrified. Since then, they had not kissed.

They hadn’t even had a honeymoon, or done anythingtogether, other than their duty. She struggled to think of it as sex … it was duty. Sex was something different to her, intimate.

All thought fled her mind as Dante’s lips took possession of her own. She expected him to be somewhat cruel, unyielding, refusing to give up and just taking. This kiss was so many different things, and yet, all of them together.

Dante’s hands went to the wall on either side of her head. At first, it was only their lips touching, and Aria couldn’t deny that it felt nice.

Slowly, his body pressed against hers, they were flush together, and something changed within her. At first, she thought she was going to panic, but then suddenly, that all evaporated, and she felt the length of his body against hers. It was nice. Strange.

And all too soon, the kiss had come to an end.

Dante pulled away, and she stared up into his brown eyes. They had the same eye color, but her husband’s eyes were slightly darker, more intense, at least to her.

She knew it was the perfect time to make her escape, and she did, running right back to her bedroom.

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Dante hadn’t meant to listen in on Aria’s phone call. It had been the last thing on his mind to even consider. But, he couldn’t help being curious about who she was talking to. He should have known it would be her sister. After listening for about a minute, he had every intention of disconnecting his line, and allowing her to have privacy.

Then the conversation of sex came up, and he listened. He’d never been considered a bad man in the sack. There were a lot of women who would kill for a chance or two to be with him.

He wasn’t used to this feeling.

Dante knew he had gone out of his way to make Aria’sfirst experience miserable. Her virginity had gotten in the way. It was going to be painful that first time. Since then, he’d not once tried to do anything to please her. Other than coming to perform his duty, he didn’t do anything. His instructions were always the same. To be bent over the bed, no underwear, and nothing to get in his way.

Aria didn’t know how good sex could be, and she didn’t want to know.

Dante’s lips tingled as he thought about that kiss he’d taken just a few hours ago. Rolling over, he looked at the clock and saw it was a little after two in the morning. Sleep was not coming, and he knew it was because he didn’t like this. He’d never doubted himself before and he was used to women trying to gain his attention.

When it came to his wife, he’d done absolutely nothing to help her enjoy sex.

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