"So... your awake at last. " deep chocolatey smooth voice said.

He continued to speak in foreign language when she didn't answered as she still ogle him.

She blink as he rise one brow.

"What was that?" She asks. Distracted.

He scrunched his brows.

"How are you feeling" he asks.

"Oh uhm... im good. A little ache here and there but fine." She said.

His face scrunched some more. He move closer to her side.

"Say that again?"

Confused she said it again.

"Since when did you have an American accent and a southern one too?" He now glared.

"Didn't I always talk like this?" She asked.

He abruptly stood up. He glared at her then walk away.

Applaud she just looked at him walk away. She think he must have now understood that she lost her memories.

Soon after that doctors check on her again. Asks questions and took blood.

Her husband stood guard and was talking on his phone with his language.

"Mrs. Drevontti. Im afraid you may have Amnesia due to your surgeries and in comatose state. We ran some test to your brain conditions and we have found no abnormalities other some scar tissues. No memories but basic functionalities are good. We were just baffled by the change of personality and no recollection of your native language. Normally person with your case of amnesia retort back to her most common and old state.

As your physician all your life, i known you my dear and i have never known you to have travel in America to pick up your accent nor did you encounter people on there. Have you Mr. Drevontti?" The kind Doctor looked at him.

His face looked grim. "No."

The medical stuff now looked worried.

"Very well. The test will be done as soon as possible thanks to your kind addition to our hospital so we wont have to worry very soon." The Doctor said.

"If it came back positive. May men will be on all of the procedures so no one will be fooled." He looked stately at the nervous doctor.

"Yes of course. Well then, we will take our leave."

They can't even escape fast enough. She silently looked at them and then him. He stared at her intently.

"So...what is your name Mr. Drevontti?"

He walks at her side and took her free arm with out needle. Gently he handled it and bring up to the headrest of the bed.

(Cling Click!)

She was shocked. He just handcuffed her in the bed.

"Wha..."

"My name is Uriel." He then sat at the near by couch and cross his one ankle over his knee.

"Why this?"

"To prevent your escape. If the DNA test shows negative and you are just pretending to be my wife. If I found out you are a fake and try to fool me you will be questioned and punished and force to tell where is the real Margo."

"Woah wait there mister! Half a freaking day ago i didn't even know i was this Margo! I just woke up here! I dont remember anything! Y'all people just informed me I'm this person and i didn't said i am. If i was pretending shouldn't i made the perfect character?"

"Perhaps, you did loose your memory but i should still want to know why you have my wife's face. Memories or not i want to make sure the kidnappers didn't made a double to send back and kept the real person."

"This isn't some movie! That's imposible! I already have heard many cliches this past hours and to assume that?! You all maybe royalties but this isn't some conspiracy theme movie!"

"In my world it is possible. After all many wishes to take down the family of Drevontti for many generations and now more than ever as i held the royal family in their balls. Margo Annalisa Cor'Auream is wedded to the head of the Family. Many mafia families plot to sever my hold to the Cor'Auream's and weaken my power in this country. This one plot is just a scam of many!" he said angrily.

Family? Mafia? Plot?? Goddamn. Her face paled on every word his saying that made her dizzy.

"What a fuck up life i have woken to" she mumbled.

(Ring... Ring...)

"Cupcake"

Her head whip to him. Cupcake and him don't mix. at all.

He talk in some languages obviously she didn't understand and she saw how his face softens a bit.

"Be back home soon. Love you" he end in english.

They both stared at each other.

"Well mister Casanova, wife barely alive at the hospital for seven months and already have a lady friend at home? Such a High life for a mafia man." She tease.

His stare hardens. A tick in his jaw. "I don't care about other women who will lay there hands on any married man they desire"

Shocked for moment but she then sighs heavily in disappointment. "Oh darn.. such a waste! You gay?!"

He abruptly stood angrily and slam his palm on either side of her head. His eyes are burning. He then grabs her free hand and planted it at his hard crouch.

"Will this be hard for the woman who lay weakly in this bed if i am?! I want to fuck you the moment those azure eye land on me even if i need to kill you the moment i discovered you are a fake."

Her eyes widen. The words of this man!

He press hard her hands and ground his hips. A muffled groan past his lips as he clenched his teeth.

Looking down. She saw how he was strained in his jeans. She flex her fingers and she shudders how, how well endown he is.

Another muffled groan. Another flex of the hips.

A knock on the door rang. Soon suit came in. Thank goodness this man covered them and his back face the door.

"Sir, another hour before the test completed."

"Good. Don't disturb us in that time."

"Sir." The suit then leave.

"Uhm...let go?" She didn't know what to say.

"In one hour. You are technically still my wife until proven. Your duty is to satisfy me until then."

Now, that made her jaw drop.

He unbuckle his belt, pop his jean and zip down all while still holding her hand. He then plunge her hand in.

"Now, satisfy me woman."

Shock was kick out in the window. Something sensuous whispers inside her that she's not the woman to back out of this kind of challenge.

Her eyelids drop. Licking her still cracked lips she move deeper his jeans.

She felt a nicely trimmed thick hair, massive bulbous heah, angry veins, monstrous body.

Both of them hissed. Moving more to the constriction she did her best. But not enough.

"I wanna see..." she whimpered.

He oblige. He pulls his jean down a bit together with the boxers and she pull him out.

Monster. Beautiful, delicious monster. She wipe the pearl in his head and spread it. Slowly her hand travel in his length and gave a hot massage.

Mesmerize she proceeded to gave in hand.

All the while his eyes never leave her face. Even if he unrestrainedly groan loudly.

Swept in the moment she tried to stood up a bit and lick his head and suck it as best as she can reach. But her still sore shoulder protests and she was force to back done with a groan.

"Bad idea." Then she lick her lips and still tasted him. "But totally worth it" she moaned.

His hips soon piston at her grip and he too pump his together with her. A few sweat drops at her face and she looked up.

His face is fierce. Drown in lust. Still staring at her. His deep breaths synchronize with her open mouthed breathing and she drowns in his eyes.

He hiss and a tick in his jaw. He exploded in her hands. Undiluted groan ran around the room and she knew men outside heard it too.

Thick liquid jetted out of him for a long time.

He slumped in his forearm above her and breathe heavily. Fore heads touching.

As he gained his axis he stood up then walk in the bathroom still his monster out in the open, half hard.

She breaths calmly and looks at her sticky hand. He really came a lot. Thickly too.

He soon came out with a wet towel and wiped her hands and arm. Bed too.

As he finished. He sat again to his chair. A calm and but hard look on his face.

"Well... thats a lot. And quick too" she chuckles. She wanted to tease him so she will forget her unsatisfied needs.

He looks at her stoic. "I haven't had sex since the first of our marriage. I satisfy my self but not with anyone."

She stared at him. Face written in distrust.

"And when was that?"

"Six years ago. Even before your kidnapping a year ago."