The man with the dragon tattoo

I walk down the stairs and stop to look outside through a window.What's this?What am I doing with my life?Is this better than being sold as a prostitute?Yes.Is this the life that I wanted?No.I am just a 'wife' that does nothing all day.I am just scared for my life as I am living with the mafia.When my 'own husband' refused me earlier I felt bad.One night and he already dislikes me.Am I bad in bed?Yes.It was my first time.I can be thought about that thing.He can teach me.I don't want to sleep with somebody else than with my husband.Not that I love him but because that it's a sin.I know God exists.

I look outside and see the nearest park very clearly.People walking here and there.Couples holfing hands and kissing.Kids playing without a worry while their parents are watching them with love.

I want to be free like that.

My heart jumps when I feel a warm hand on my neck touching my skin softly.I turn around slowly and see the face of my one and unique husband.

I look at him for a second before returning to look outside.He doesn't say anything for a short time but he finally speaks.

"Let's go in bed,"he says and his hand presses a little hard on my skin.

"I am busy,"I say with obvious sarcasm.

"Busy with what?Watching people?We have TV in our room too,"he says.

"I like live action,"I say and stare outside but my whole self is concentrated on his hand that sends warm waves everywhere in my body.

He moves his hand slowly from my neck but harshly he grabs my jaw with his big hand and whispers in my ear.

"And you know what I like?"He whispers almost sensually in my ear but with a rough tone."I would love to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until you can't walk right here and now but I am considering you when I am telling you to go in our room.I have no problem having you here on these stairs but you'll probably hurt your back,"he finishes talking and puts on a smirk that I saw in the window.

"I-i.."I try to talk but my voice is shaking.Yes I am a little scared of him.I stop and cough and continue talking,normally this time."I thought you are busy,"I say and praise myself for being so calm.

"I can make a little time for my wifey,"he says with a sarcastic tone.

Before he gets an answer I succed in moving his hand from my jaw and then with an incredible speed I run downstairs.I thought I succeded to escape from him but that was only until he grabbed my hand from behind and make me jump in his arms.I try to fight him but he holds me very tight to his chest that I can't breath.Soon he let's go and I catch my breath.

"Willing to go on your own now?"he asks knowing he scared me a little with his deadly hug.

"No,"I say and try to run away.Well who thinks they can run away from a guy who kills people as his hobby is crazy.He grabbed my whole body and put me on his shoulder.

"Ya put me down monster!!!!"I scream but only earn a chuckle from him.

"Monster?I am not one for wanting to fuck my legit wife,"he says and laughs a little.He starts walking towards the stairs.I punch his back with all the power I have in my hands but it's like he doesn't feel anything."It's like a massage you know,"he says but I don't give up.I punch his back harder and desperately I dig my nails in his skin.

"Put me down,"I say again but I know I am wasting my time.

He slaps my butt and I give an 'ouch' that didn't sound serious.More like I liked it instead of hurting.But it hurt!!!

"I see you like masochism huh?"He asks while holding his laughter.

"No!That hurt!"I say and then give up on punching.

"Good girl!"He says and pats my butt this time.But it kinda turned me on.This was actually the thing that I wanted from the first time but ..Wait.This in not our room.I was so concentrated on escaping that only now I realised we entered another room.It's the gym where he probably works out.

"Wait.Why are we here?"I ask confused and he puts me down.I stare at him and he looks back.I am completely lost in his charming eyes.Everything about him is so amazing.I thought he is going to rape me.Not exactly rape because we are married and probably I would like it-that's not the point.He brought me here.He is so handsome to kill people.

"Those were some hard punches just now.You could start training in case sone rival of mine will want to harm you,"he says and moves his sight to somewhere in the room.I see he is looking at the punching bag hanging from the ceiling.

"You want me to box?"I ask.

"Yes.Do you have workout clothes?"He asks.

"No,"I say.It's true.The last thing on my mind when I worked my fucking ass off for my parents was to work out.I just have many pairs of jeans and t-shirts.That's basically my entire wardrobe.

He makes a call while going to a locker and taking out a few clothes.He ends the call and sits on a bench.He starts stripping his suit,piece by piece until he is only in his underwear.I stare at that worked body and don't get to enjoy too much because he immediately puts on a loose shirt without slevees and large sport shorts paired with sport shoes.

A knock I hear at the door and he goes there.Opems the door,takes something and then locks it with us inside.He throws some clothes at me.They are workout clothes.

"Change,"he says and points out the bench he just used.I look there and walk towards it.In the meanwhile he puts on boxing gloves.I start stripping.I take off my shirt and realise I have to wear a sports bra.Meaning I need to take off my bra.I hesitate.

"Shy?Think I didn't see anything before?"he says with a serious tone and starts punching the bag lightly.I watch him as his muscles contract at every move.His milky skin compliments his arms muscles very well.

I take off my bra and let my breasts pop out.I catch him take a glance but put my sports bra fast on.Then I wear the rest.I am very exposed but whatever.I am only with my husband and probably I'll sweat a lot.So yeah fuck everything else.

"Here take these,"he tells me and with a gloveless hand,he gives me some bandages.I struggle to put them on so he helps me.I look at his face and his relaxed features.He really can't be such a bag guy.

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