16 The Plan

Matteo's POV

I groaned and felt the sweet warmth against my body before letting my hand graze the softness in my arms. For a moment I wanted to get her out of my bed but the way her body trembled flooded my mind with the memories from the last night…making me recall that sweet hole that was heaven. It was almost not real. I opened my eyes and looked down before raising my head to her. "I like how you didn't stir in sleep. Good morning," I couldn't wait for her to serve me in every way possible. I wanted her on her knees waiting for me to do as I please. I wanted to play her. She had made me forget my slave I wasn't over with in the last three months.

I stared into her eyes before holding her shoulder to turn to me. I smiled looking at her neck. Her neck had five bruises and wasn't the same as the time we took our vows last day. I had tainted her perfectly.

She looked up into my eyes and I knew I wanted to destroy her. I so wanted to fill her every day with pure pain. I wanted her to regret every single moment when she decided to trap me. "You see it is the first time I didn't wake up because some bitch doesn't know how to sleep like a human. I think you will be accompanying me here a lot." I loved how she trembled when I made her feel my hard-on.

I held her ass keeping her in place. Of course, it was all she didn't imagine. I could collect this much from the draining colors of her skin. She was expecting a gentleman as the whole world knows me. "Fuck, I was dreaming about this tight pussy." She seemed violated at the mention while I parted her legs before mounting her. She inhaled deeply making me feel the bumps over her chest. She had a cut in the corner of her mouth that was tempting enough for me to lean in. I tasted her mouth…but at the back of my mind how she was a poor girl passed me. But I guess the most beautiful treasures are found in dumpsters sometimes. I groaned in her mouth and held her wrist that came to place on my shoulder.

"I…I want a divorce." She pulled away breaking the kiss and whispered. I wondered how she could be this disrespectful. In only a few seconds, she managed to get me mad and that too this early in the morning. Holding her neck I pushed her down. Her body was so soft and I intentionally put my all weight on her and pinned her with my knees making her groan.

"Who the hell are you?" She gasped for air while I choked her down. The irony? I should be the one telling her how I want to get rid of my penniless wife and here the tables were turned as she keeps on taking the liberty to disrespect me!

I put more force when her nail left a mark on my hand fisted around her neck. "…I own you…" I slowly gritted close to her ear while she fought for air under me. "…you are subjected to me…" I added leaving her neck making her cough uncontrollably. I knew it was enough for a lesson to get my mood off in the morning but she proved me wrong when she tried to get me off of her. In only a second, I held her hands pushing my shoulders, and secured them above her head. A tear escaped her eye as she blinked her lashes in helplessness before trying harder to get her wrists out of my hand.

And, that made me realize how she was the first woman on my bed refusing my touch or desire for her. I do yell at my women without care and they do get scared sometimes but no one ever dared to refuse my touch. Was I this unattractive to her? I don't know why her acts excited my body.

"Leave…me,…please…Matteo?" She was panicking but my name from such an insolent mouth ticks me off.

"Sir!...it is sir for you," I yelled leaving her wrists with a jerk before yelling,

"Get out of here! Right now!" I yelled getting off her but only saw her curling her legs as she heaves. Pulling the blanket she was holding to herself I hissed again.

"Get out of here…you are bleeding?..." I said looking at the sheets where some drops of blood had appeared. What was she? A two-year-old? She fucking destroyed my bed.

"No…" She lied.

"Do…do you really have in you to lie to me?" I stared at her in disbelief.

"I am…am not on my periods…this…" She trailed off while I was beyond annoyed looking at her. Did she dare to lie to me? On my bed? She yelped when holding her arm I jerked her to me. "I fucking hate lies…"

"I…I think it's because…my first time…"

"First time what?" I yelled,

"Sex?..."

"How?" I asked not knowing what she was trying to say.

"You fucking ruined my bed…you!" It was taking everything in me to hold back my fist.

"…It can happen for the first time…I was a virgin…so…" She hurriedly added covering her face with her hand.

"What are you a ten year old?..." I asked.

"...You can't be a virgin when you are THIS OLD! You were bleeding…"

"I…I was keeping myself for my husband…I…I was virgin…I am not on my periods…I swear." I stared at her now wondering what just happened. I do recall how I found her tight last night…So, it could be a possibility. Heck! How I supposed to know when I have never been with a virgin.

"Get out of here," This time my voice came low as I looked away.

Fuck, I wanted her out of my face but she was taking forever. I felt her get up but was quick to get up and got in my bathroom.

"You!" I pointed to one of the two women standing in the bathroom. "…Get this woman in my room and tell Sasha to teach her some manners." I found the woman following my order while I whispered. "I am going mad…why the fuck dad would buy a bride like this for me…insolent, mediocre…" and now inexperienced. What I was going to fucking do with her? I was wondering while the other one came to stand beside me.

She offered me her best smile before taking her hands over my shoulder. I held her chin up and stared at her full lips. Her eyes were lowered and almost close but my entire mind could only think of the moment when I touched my wife. But discarding the thought I held that woman close before getting her down on her knees in front of me.

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"For whom you have served another plate?" I raised a brow at my butler totally disappointed while the chef stood silently.

"I thought…"

"She is just my wife by title. She is supposed to be treated the same as others. Call Sasha…" I started having my breakfast and was halfway through when I found Sasha coming. She bowed her head to me and waited.

"There is no need to treat her differently. She might be Mrs. Lucca but have no status to be called such. She might be beautiful but unlike seven of you, she is not even my choice. So,…" I paused before signaling her to come close. "…she would stay in my harem." I held Sasha's hand before guiding her to my lap. "…A lot has already been spent on her…but you Sasha…make sure that she doesn't make a mistake and get my mood off. I don't have any time to deal with any of you acting up…you got it?" I asked to which she passed me a smile.

"Can I say something?" She started and I agreed. "Yes?"

"We are so happy by your side. And,…we love this lifestyle too. We love to be controlled. but…I don't think she signed up thinking she will be…"

"It doesn't matter." I cut her off. "...She has taken a hefty amount to be here. Anything else?"

"Even if you plan to make her your slave…It can't be the same as us…she has the title…And, I am afraid that I can't…"

"It doesn't matter! Are you implying that you know better than me?" I asked to which she hurriedly shook her head.

"But I think you did…" I whispered in her ear. "…Are you ready for the consequences?" I saw her eyes shining as she inhaled deeply. "Yes, Sir!"

It lightened my mood. I think now I was ready to get into my office. Peter appeared in the foyer as now was the time his duty hours starts with me if no emergency appears.

"Good morning, Mr. Lucca. I have good news." He started but I smiled before staring at him.

"I don't care…I have news too. I met a twenty-three-year-old virgin woman."

"Is she?..." I heard him as I walked to the car.

"I don't want to talk about it…I have fucked a virgin without my knowing…and I didn't know that."

"There is always a first time…about the good news?"

"Right now, my mood is good. I will ask about it when I am not having a great time." I said as I stop him from continuing.

"As you wish, Mr. Lucca…You seem very happy."

"I…have a blooming business to attend to…have bought new properties last month…and now own my favorite airline. Why I wouldn't be happy?"

"Oh…of course," He passed me his big smile before I started asking him questions and checked emails sent to me. I went straight to the VIP elevator ignoring who was standing up or stopping to give me their greetings. My lift stopped at the top floor and then it struck my mind to what he suggested.

"Do you think fucking a virgin is a reason to be happy? Why do you think a woman this inexperienced can make me happy? Let me tell you. She was a disappointment." I wondered but found him puzzled before he managed.

"You mentioned it…it means…"

"I mentioned it as one mention weather. How much you think the weather means?" I asked ignoring the three assistants outside as I got into my office.

"To us…a lot. It affects our shipping."

"Fuck you! Peter…now I want that good news." He gulped as I took my seat but I got a call from my uncle. More precisely Mrs. Lucca's brother…Mr. Bianchi.

"Hello," I started,

"I wanted to congratulate you to be the richest man in Europe today. It seems you got the lucky lady." I leaned in my seat as I let his taunt sink.

"You know…I was disappointed not finding you at my wedding…" I tried to turn the table.

"I couldn't see my nephew holding the hand of a maid…It's a shame that no newspaper is publishing about your wedding but…don't worry son…they are still publishing about your status…and that's important too…" Silence followed his hissing. "How could your father do this to you, Matteo?... How could you let this happen to you? We don't even let a low race mare mate our horses and you…our son…"

"That wasn't my father. I wanted that woman. And, relax…I haven't chosen her for my successor. And, the last I recall, my family really cares about the lineage. My father didn't even settle for your sister to have his heir. I am…his son…" I knew my statement has hurt his ego because he was quick to add. "You can't fucking compare my sister to that maid…Are you realizing what you have done? My sister and your father married for money. You have fucking gave a maid the same status as yours. She is your half…same as you…in everything...YOU FUCKING EARNED…This isn't what my sister and I taught you, Matteo? I was heck waiting to hear about you and Ms. Russo and you fucking married a maid? A maid! Look, at the people swooning over Ms. Russo's wedding. Something people will never do for you! And, you are and will be my sister's son…as long as the world doesn't know about it that I am sure you will be careful more than me!" He warned before cutting the call and I fucking hate my family. The knowledge that I am not Mrs. Lucca's son was uncommon and it was supposed to be this way.

"Was the good news about me being the richest man in Europe?" I asked to which Peter smiled forwarding today's paper in front of me. In the business section, it was given a good space. But on the same page, Ms. Russo was posing with a business mogul from South Africa. It was too easy to ignore the news of me being the richest man in Europe now. Because it wasn't the first time when I was at this spot. Figures change…positions fluctuate but what Ms. Russo was flaunting was the dumb ass people call forever.

But it was the moment that I realized Mr. Bianci's words on another level. Without my wish, I had to admit that she was my choice. I inhaled deeply and wondered what else I was supposed to say? With this, I couldn't help but recall Sasha's words. Was it true? Do I really can't be done with her treating her the same as my other keeps.

I tried to close my eyes and recalled the woman I have married. I couldn't even make out how she looked because I wasn't much familiar with her face but her body?... I could drug on it. And, that might be a good thing given my nerved up body.

It doesn't matter Matteo. You know you can deal with her. And, it is not like you will never marry. It's just you don't have any good proposals right now. And, after coming across a deal like Ms. Russo I knew my bars were higher now.

And, once I have that one woman who is eligible to be Mrs. Lucca I will be removing my good for nothing current wife from my life without giving her a dime. Because Mr. Bianci isn't aware but I knew my father already has me secured with the pre-nuptial contract with her. I smiled knowing it doesn't matter…and I have all the time to torture the woman who dared to get a deal as good as Ms. Russo out of my hand. And, that's what we call the plan. I had one life and I didn't have it to have a wife this poor.

I did get some missed calls from my father during lunchtime but it was usual for me to think I was busy enough. I left at four in the evening to have one of the business meetings with a friend to talk about the perspective on our ongoing joint project and it was past seven at night when I went home.

I got out with my tie knot already loose and walked into my room throwing my clothes. There was someone already in my room who came to take my suit jacket from my hand. "Tell Sasha to send in my wife," I ordered with my mind roaming with Mr. Bianci's words. Telling me she was my equal.

"It's me," I heard the woman whisper and turn to look at her. But before I could take notice of any other thing her see-through blue fabric got my attention. I stared at her lowered eyes and liked how she had her hair straightened. But before I could pull her my uncle's words roamed my mind. She is your half...same as you.

"You in no definition are equal to me. You know that right?" I asked holding her face to which she got her eyes up to stare into my eyes. It wasn't every day that my women look into my eyes. So, I savoured her rebellious act. I pulled her in and found her taking a step back before she froze and looked down. "I...I know." She replied making me smile and trembled when I held her ass.

Her body was very responsive to any of my little act. She was raw, untrained, and uncultured. Maybe it was because I was the first man to touch this territory. It was obvious she didn't know how to treat me right. And, the reality that she actually waited to get married to have sex was enough to learn that my father caught some person who can be fooled. Fool enough to think she can be my wife and live a life of luxury. Fool enough to think she would spend a life without work. Fool enough to think she can trap a wealthy person like me only if she keeps her clean. I could tell it will be time to leave her before she realizes what I plan to do with her. But she sure had a treasure for a body. And, I meant to make use of it as much as I could.