His fingers traced the soft curve of her hip, teasingly slow as he dragged the sheets down her body, revealing every inch of her to his hungry gaze.
Penny gasped, her eyes widening as the cool air hit her bare skin. She scrambled to cover herself, her hands trembling over her curves. Even in her underwear, she felt completely exposed under his stare.
No man had ever seen her like this. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment, her lashes fluttering shut as she braced for his mockery. For his insults but it never came. Instead, Osvaldo watched her like a starving beast, his silver eyes dark with lust.
His cock throbbed, painfully hard beneath his pants, twitching at the sight of her trembling beneath him.
He knew he was cursed with madness, but madness isn't the only thing that troubled him. It is his untamable sexual desire that troubled him the most. A need so deep it clawed at his sanity. And this woman, this soft, blushing wife they'd thrown at him, had lit that fire into an inferno.
The desires drives him mad, and once in a while, it makes him lose control that he could fuck anything that comes in sight.
This could be the best thing his family have done for him. Bringing a woman so curvy and beautiful. He wanted to rip off her panties and fuck her till she can scream no more, but the woman beneath him looked too terrified.
Too precious. If he destroyed her tonight, then what about the next day and the one after. His sexual desires seems to be getting stronger by the day. The more he gets starved, the more he gets crazy.
"Then that means you're mine. My wife, mine alone?" Osvaldo murmured softly, his voice rough with need.
Penny opened her eyes to look at him, she was stunned by his words. Was he claiming her rather than rejecting her?
He should be angry his family had given him a fat, ugly and worthless woman for a wife. But he wasn't.
"Well then..." Osvaldo growled, his hands sliding possessively up her thighs, forcing them apart. His gaze dropped between her legs, his tongue dragging over his lips. "Let me taste what's mine."
Penny squirmed, panic flashing in her eyes. "N-no, please sir, please..."
"Why not?" His fingers traced the damp fabric of her panties, his smirk cruel. "You're my wife. It's only right we consumate our marriage, isn't it?"
"Ah-!" She cried out as his fingers pushed inside, her body clenching around him. "No, no, stop-!"
"No?" He tilted his head, his thumb circling her clit, slow and torturous. "Your body's saying yes, sweetheart. You're already dripping for me."
"I-I want a divorce!" she gasped, her voice breaking.
Osvaldo froze.
"I... I Only came here to make you sign the divorce papers. I don't want to be married to you."
The heat in his eyes vanished immediately at her words, replaced by something far colder. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from her, watching her shudder at the loss.
A beat of silence. Then-
He stood, his jaw clenched, his cock still achingly hard. "Where is the divorce papers?" His cold voice sounded in her ears.
"We'll need to go to the bureau office to confirm the marriage first, then we can settle for a divorce." His silver eyes met hers and Penny stopped breathing. Even if he had done nothing to her or try to harm her again, she was still traumatized by their first meeting.
Osvaldo gaze lingered longer than usual, then he turned, his movement precise. The door groaned as he pulled it open, the hallway shadows swallowing him whole.
Penny clutched the sheets to her chest, her skin still burning from his touch.
She never knew a man could be so terrifying until today.
Penny's fingers trembled as she turned the key, locking the door with a soft click. It brought her no comfort. She had locked it before and somehow, he still found his way in. There's no way she's falling asleep tonight.
Only a few more hours. Then she would leave this cursed house, this strange family, and never look back.
Her heart still hadn't slowed since a few minutes ago. She could still feel his suffocating presence in the room with her.
Everything happened so quickly. She couldn't believe she had felt his fingers in her, the same fingers he had almost used to kill her today.
But how is it possible? How can the madman she had seen this morning, turn out to be sane tonight?
The Osvaldo she had seen looked nothing mad. She was sure it was the same man from this afternoon because the tattoo she had seen earlier was still on his body.
Is Osvaldo Adkins really mad, or is he faking it?