"What is it?" Damon asked the moment he stepped into his office where Robert was standing and waiting for him.

"You seem in a hurry?" Robert asked and this made Damon look at him. "I can see from your face it isn't urgent. Don't let it be any of your lectures for fuck's sake."

"Why did you do this, Damon? I didn't ask who the woman is because..."

"She is a fine piece. It was love at first sight." Damon laughed at his own joke.

"You don't treat your love with such language. Selena and I saw you..." But Damon was quick to cut off.

"You don't tell me how I treat my subjects."

Robert stared at him. "Fine, but the last thing I expect you to murder her. We didn't have this wedding to..."

Ignoring him Damon walked to his table and pulled the drawer out. "...make a new record for you. I get you don't care but this is not how it works..." Getting on his chair Damon spilled the white powder on his table and carefully parted it into three lines. Damon closed his eyes before he started snorting. "...Not every marriage of yours can end up with your wife murdered..." But then looking at him taking his torture drug Robert yelled. "...What are you doing? You! Please...she is a fragile woman. At this point, kill her. Ugh! Why did you have to make it complicated? I wish I had visited to know who you are marrying to."

Damon raised his eyes from the table and rubbed his nose before responding. "It wasn't going to change anything. You will be surprised to learn she was the one who proposed this to me. I saw a beautiful girl and chose to be a gentleman." Robert was indeed surprised but knew his taking the drugs wasn't a good sign. It wasn't every day that Damon chose to snort. It was exclusive to when he was tired of solving a case in the morning and wanted to torture at night. It gave him a strong stimulant. And, today he indeed was on his feet from the morning and didn't want to sleep any soon.

Damon was inhaling the last and third line when Robert asked. "So, you won't punish her for her brother's doing. Right?" This made Damon look at him. Robert wasn't letting him in peace. If only Robert hadn't saved him several times putting his life on the line. He would have killed him too.

Damon let his neck fall back and rubbed his nose with his thumb again. It was kicking in almost instantly.

"Don't be stupid, Robert. Why will I hurt my wife? But reminding my wife that her whole tribe owes me for fiancé can make her obedient, right? I won't give up on it."

"She has married you. And, promised a submission. Then why?" Robert asked but Aria's cheerful smile and bold face got something pressing in the back of his throat. He almost believed she was the one. And, more than her infidelity it was his stupidity that was hurting every vein in his body. A lot had passed his thoughts. And, every thought had his stupid planning with Aria. His jaws were clenched when he said.

"A fiancé I wanted, a bride that was offered. It's not the same thing. Is it?"

"Don't harm her if you want her to respect you. Women aren't hard, Damon. It is you. You are hard." Robert wasn't looking out for Nancy. He was looking out for Damon's wife and didn't want her to get estranged with him.

"Trust me, you won't see her complaining." Damon walked out of his space and passed him saying. "...Also, it is a given that you will be looking for the timber deal. I have a new bride tonight..."

"Damon, Aria was a slut. She is not a loss. Nancy is someone..."

"Mrs. Anderson,..." Damon corrected. "...or my lady,"

Robert bit his lower lip in frustration and nodded. "My lady is someone with character. Don't hurt her and make every day complicated for you."

This time Damon walked to his face and gritted. "I won't hurt her after you find me her brother and Aria. I didn't buy any wedding gifts for my wife. Why don't you find the ones who mocked us? I want to cook them and serve them to my lady. I think she will like it. She is my wife, right? Won't she?" Robert wasn't shocked. They had done it as torture to some people in the past. But imagining him doing it to his wife was different. Damon walked out of the office agitated.

Robert could tell he had blood on his mind. "He is right. I can't do anything. Please, have it your way. And, we will keep witnessing your ways." Robert said to the empty walls and poured himself a drink. He had to stop thinking about it. It was a bad idea from the start. Damon wasn't going to listen to him. And, nothing could save Mrs. Anderson.

Damon passed the hallways to his bedroom. And, there she was. His wife was in a white dress. Nancy was quick to take a few steps back and he couldn't help the amusement on his face. He hated her. He hated her to dare such a proposal. She had gotten to marry him and now thinks she could make the effort. He could see the hope and game in her eyes. He hated her spine which had the strength to stand because he wanted to remove any speck of will in her soul.

"Your room is beautiful," Nancy said and there it was. She was trying hard. Damon offered her a smile. "It is ours now." He could tell she wasn't expecting it. He took his steps to her. And, the more he walked to her. The more her smile shrank. She held her arm on her chest when he tried to get closer. "What? You don't look good. Is everything fine? Wife?"

"I am fine," The fear in her eyes and shiver in her voice gave her away. The tears brimming her eyes were too apparent. He rubbed his nose to snort on his thumb and Nancy stared at the powder on his fingers. Damon noticed how her eyes were noticing his hand.

"What? Do you think I was going to hurt you when we can choose to make love? Look at the room. It is all for us." Nancy was lost for any response but Damon was quick to hold her lower back and made her walk closer to the bed. He gestured to the room and looked at Nancy who was looking around. "Yeah, look at it."

Nancy nodded a little. "I liked that too."

"Yea, it's beautiful. And, guess what?" Nancy looked at him when he paused. "It wasn't arranged for..." Nancy fell on the bed when he slapped her. "...you!" Walls echoed with his rage. It was at everything in the room. The owner of this room was mad at the world. Nancy tried to get away from him but he was quick to warn. "Don't...don't you dare to sit on this bed until I am finished talking to you." He pulled on her injured arm and Nancy cried out in pain. "Ah...Damon...ah,"

Nancy pushed his chest with her other hand and this made Damon hold her waist to pull her in. They fell on the bed and Damon pulled on her injured arm frustrated. "Oh no. Damon. Please, you are hurting me." Nancy too pushed his shoulder with all her strength to get him off but Damon was quick to hold her wrist above her head and seethed.

"You aren't even trying. Are you? You are so weak. I can break your every bone on this bed and no one will even blink for you. Do you realize your position here?" Damon yelled at the end making Nancy hiccup. She hit her head on the mattress. She knew it would never end. She has chosen this misery instead of death.

The rage Demon had coming off his pores was unmatched at the moment. He was exactly what he wanted himself to be. Too mad to take pity on her.

"...do you realize your position here!" Nancy tried to get her wrist free but couldn't.

"You raised your brother, right? It is your fault. It is all your fault, my lady." Nancy looked into his eyes. He was in pain. And, maybe he wanted her to feel that pain. She didn't know anymore.

"I am sorry. I am sorry. Please, don't hurt me. Please..." Nancy cried frantically. Damon was quick to put his knee on her belly and came to top her. Putting all of his weight on her. "Look at me!" He shouted at the top.

This only got Nancy to resist more. She wanted to use her legs to get free but those were buried under her heavy fabric and could only do little.

"I didn't know. I swear I didn't know, oh God!"

"This is me! My lady! Look at me!" He growled.

"Damon!" She cried out so loud and pleaded for him to get off. If it wasn't for the soundproof walls of his wing the whole mansion would have echoed with her cries. But it indeed hammered in his head.

Leaving her arms he caught her neck with his hands. "Damon!" She gasped and scratched his face. But when he didn't stop she punched her knuckles in his neck twice. The second time did the trick. He loosened his grip and removed his knee from her belly. Damon saw her gathering her knees to her chest. She curled herself into a ball and inhaled sharply.

Nancy held her pained arm and got off the bed. Damon was blasting with rage seeing her trying to walk away. He got a sweat on his red face.

Nancy whimpered trying to get on her feet but then she turned to look at him. "Please, please don't hurt me. What have I done to you? Don't..." She coughed a little but never stopped looking at him. And, realizing his face she started walking backwards even more. "I will keep every vow. I will never taint your trust, Damon. Trust me."

"You still want to play the marriage?" Damon asked with his brows raised.

Nancy looked at him dumbfounded. "But we did have a wedding. Didn't we? You are my husband." Nancy mumbled.

"This is what you aren't getting." He wanted to tell her that he would keep hurting her until she didn't stop being his wife but he only shook his head in disappointment. He wanted her to despise him. He wanted her to cry louder about how he is a devil and she hates him. But it seems he has to be one to help her get to that point.

"What? Explain it to me. Please..." Nancy pleaded. "...what is it that I am not understanding."

"There is nothing to explain. I want to hurt you, Nancy. Only because I can." Nancy looked at him terrified now. He got up from his place and started walking to her. Nancy kept walking backwards until she felt a chair at the back of her large dress. "Please, please..." She whimpered and started walking to her left and then to the balcony. The long white curtains hid her for a moment but he soon appeared to tower her.

"You said you will follow my lead. And, I don't want you to stop me when I enjoy toying with you." Nancy's eyes widened. She wonders if she could bear this torture. But before she could respond he ordered.

"Get your dress out, lady. Your husband is standing in front of you. Show me what you got." She held her left hand to her chest in response but the fear of him standing too close got her to work on her attire in an instant. She couldn't help a hiccup trying to open her zipper. He was standing too close. And, with her one arm injured and the other at the back trying for the zipper she was open to his advances without any defence. This kept her puzzled and Damon only got even closer. Her face was under his neck now. "Happy to help strip my wife."

Damon dug his fingers at her shoulder before ripping the intricate lacy dress off her body. "Ahh..." The soft lacy sleeves were ripped all over. Nancy jumped and turned around instantly to catch her blouse loosing on her chest.

Damon was quick to hold her chest in his hands and pulled her in his arms. Nancy caught his hands over her chest and whimpered in fear. "Last time I checked this body was mine. To do as I please."

Damon got his left hand to her head and let the clip of her hair. It let the veil off her head to the floor. The vein on her neck got his attention and he lowered his mouth to suck for a long minute. Nancy almost felt pleasure to her core until he whispered in her ear. "Don't you dare tell me what I am to do to this body?" He pinched her chest in his palm and Nancy sobbed. Holding his right arm around her chest he got his left hand to unwrap the rest of her. Her backless bra got away with the dress and her rear showed a small lacy innerwear that did nothing to hide the subtle mound of buttocks.

"All of this is mine. Only mine." He hissed behind her back. The moment that dress was down her thighs, he came up to suck her earlobe and ordered. "Bend over." Nancy bit her mouth but before she could follow he pinched the flesh between her legs and didn't let go. Nancy could almost fall if it wasn't for his arm around her. She lifted her heels and resisted but he started pulling aggressively.

"Please, please, no,..." This made him let go of her tender flesh. He pulled on her hair to get her head to his face and gritted. "No wife of mine refuses to bend over when I ask her to. This is my room. Allow me to teach you." He turned her around and Nancy held her arm against her chest instantly but not before he got to have a peek on her pink buds. She didn't have big breasts but those two small and erected nipples had a mound of medium stress balls. The place where he had slapped her face was red and swollen by now. The side of her lips had a cut with his slaps. She was sweating profusely.

"I can't find the treasures you are trying to hide." Damon pulled her arm off her chest but this got Nancy to look away. The shame that stabbed her body was nothing she had experienced before. Damon held her breast and stared at her beautiful long neck before holding her hair at the back of her head to pull her in. "What? You got mad or something?" Nancy kept her face to her left and refused to look at him. He could see resistance floating on her face but enjoyed how she couldn't dare to resist.

He kissed her temple and whispered. "Don't actlike you haven't opened your legs for people before..." He made her feel the bulge in his pants on her naked belly now and kneaded her waist aggressively. Nancy whimpered but he was quick to seeth his command. "On your knees now and putyour hands where it should be."

I know I took so long to update. I apologize. In my defence, I will update the next chapter soon.