Hell Of A Marriage
Chapter 14

"S*x is more than an act of pleasure, it's the ability to be able to feel so close to a person, so connected, so comfortable that it's almost breathtaking to the point you feel you can't take it. And at this moment you're a part of them." -Thom

York

It has been a week since we began living together, which mentally feels like it's more than a year already as the days past has been the longest I've been in, so long I'd say sixty-two hours a day was more accurate.

In the past week, Keenan had taken it upon himself to make us anything but close. He's hired three maids, one of which is my helper and he said that like I was an invalid, two professional chefs, three gardeners two drivers and four security men. He never for once did he ask for my consent in everything he did, well at first I didn't want to give him any advice, but he didn't listen when I tried to later on.

He banned me from coming to the office which is understandable because I hate the whole idea of working under my husband thing, but not only did he ban me from coming to the office, he also banned me from looking for another job and when I tried arguing with him, he told me it was part of the prenup I signed. I demanded to see it and he said the documents were still with the lawyers and I had to take his words for it.

I didn't need to be schooled to know that he was going to know he was cutting my legs from under me. Removing me from all forms of social association as well as communication. He didn't want me at the office because he couldn't stand the constant reminder of what he had done and he stopped me from getting any job so I wouldn't be independent.

In the last week, Keenan spent most of the hours in the office, waking up pretty early and leaving before I can say a thing and returning extremely late at night when he knows I'm already asleep.

Three days ago he asked Luke the head of his security to come and take away take my phone, which I wasn't even using because I was already low call bill and cashless and he won't even let me step out of the house. What he did was a violation of my right as a human being and privacy, but I haven't had the chance to talk. He makes sure I don't the chance to see him and talk.

As at the cause of last week, I tried reaching Levi but I couldn't. Most of my calls went into voicemail and still, none were returned, at least not until my phone got confiscated. I finally realised where my relationship was with Levi, we were passed the reconcilable point. He didn't want to talk to me anymore and he probably is moving on now.

I grew lonely and bored though, and who can blame me? I had nothing to do and I wasn't used to not doing anything. There say an idle mind is the devil's workshop and yes my mind has been the Italians devil's workshop in the last few days.

I hated him for everything that has happened, and for the rogue turn, my life is in, for losing Levi and for becoming his prisoner. Nevertheless, I couldn't help longing for him, wanting to see him, partly because I want to make him suffer and partly because I want to please him and take his mind away from everything.

The event that took place on the night we got married became a nightmare most night and fantasy I secretly crave to relive.

I've never felt more joy, more alive as I felt in the memory of that night and whether drugged or not I wanted to feel it again, feel him again, feel us again, skin against skin with our mind working as though we are one and cannot be separated for any reason. He'd have to be seeing Taylor to ever attempt that with you for real and from what has been happening these past days, he's seeing you. My mind tells me bluntly.

I sigh and get up and walk to the window when my door cracks open and Rebecca my personal helper enter. She is half Indian and half America, she just turned seventeen last month and she's a real nice girl.

She works as a maid to be able to earn some money this year to further her studies and get a degree in acting, she's noble and a sweet girl and she reminds me of myself when I was her age.

She smiles and walks toward the window where I stand before saying, "The bathtub is ready ma'am,"

I warmly smile back at her, "I told you before, call me Varisha, or Vary." I remind her of what I had told her yesterday.

Rebecca's eyes widen in grave fear and she shakes her head, "But he said to never take your name, I don't want to get into trouble or get fired."

I take her hand in mine and gently squeeze it, "You won't I assure you. Besides aren't you only doing what I told you?"

Her fear and uneasiness subside a little, "Okay Va-Vary."

Her fear and uneasiness subside a little, "Okay Va-Vary."

I walk to the bathroom and once the door closes, I let the nightgown I had on fall to the ground and I enter into the bathtub and begin to lather myself up with soap. The bathroom is a large room compared to the one I had in my old apartment while I lived with Alian, the floors are made with brown shiny tile and the bathtub was large and most time I wonder if it'll be large enough to accommodate Keenan like it did the night we got married.

Flashback

"Come with me," Keenan said, taking my hand with his and led me out of the living room as he brings me down the bar counter.

He kissed my already swollen lips and swept me into his arms and made his way into the bathroom and once we enter he closes the door he kissed me again this time, harder and rougher and slowly his hands lifted to my back where my bra is and he unhooked it and let it fall to the ground. Then his hand slowly pulls down my panties and I step out of them standing naked before his lust-filled dark gaze.

"Bella! (Beautiful!)" he proclaimed, pulling away to hungrily stare at my whole body, now completely naked before his hungry eyes.

"Can't wait to see what you have," I said, tiptoeing to kiss him before pulling away to tug down his pants. I first met the trimmed pube surrounding his hidden dick, then I pulled down further and his thick, hot member bounced out to greet me.

My widened eyes made him chuckles and I looked up with a sceptical eye, "I'm big hun" he confessed feeling a little embarrassed as well at the fact.

Well, he was right about that. He was big and well hung, much bigger than when I touched him earlier.

"I know you haven't done this before, so," he back away and took me in his arms into the bathtub.

We made out in the bathtub again and he made me straddle him and grind him until everything, I was coming down from the height, and incredibly happy. After that, my eyes went blur and my eyes finally shut.

"Can I come and take your clothes to the laundry room now?" I snap out of my dirty thoughts at Rebecca's voice.

"Yes, you can," I reply, still trying to catch my breath from the surprise my breathing took when Rebecca knocked. She enters and picks my gown from the floor where I left them before leaving the bathroom.

I rub the soap on my body and massage myself lightly, closing my eyes to feel the effect and a moan escape my mouth, this is good, but having someone do it for me is better.

I drop the soap and begin to rub my body when I hear the door opening. "Rebecca?" I call out but only get silence back on return and a little fear stir my heart as the door opens wider, "who is it?" I ask this time, and I stand up in the bathtub and stretch my hand to the left side of the tub to pick up my towel when someone walks in and trying to pick up my towel I don't see who it is.

The door closes as I pick my towel up and I look to see none but Keenan in a three-piece blue suit that matches his eyes perfectly. Talking about his eyes, there are looking at me with pure anger and frustration which is not really directed at me written, all over his face. Finally seeing him for the first time in many days I don't think things are going to go as I envisioned.

So I wrap the towel around my body and prepare for the worse.

His eyes don't leave me or my body as he proceeds further into the bathroom, striding across the bathroom like he owns the place and he does and holding so much rage and anger and I cling to the towel around me for support and strength.

"Did I just hear Rebecca take your name?" He asks with a cold gaze as he gets even closer to the bathtub.

'We could channel all that rage and anger into something productive, something we can both enjoy to it's fullest, right here right now! I shake the carnal thought away from my head and I look at him only to see him staring are me with a slightly raised brow and a squinted eyes.

Shit did I say that out loud?

"Yes you did Vary," he replies, his expression changing into an unimpressed one and he looks down at me as if about to scold me. "And I do not appreciate you trying to change the subject." he folds his arms around his chest, "Why did you let her take your name?" "I don't see any problem with that, it's like you just said, my name and anyone can take it." I rub myself with the towel around me and I step out of the bathtub.

I wanted a long bath but it seems like I'm not getting not that today.

"Your subjects have no right calling you by your first name!" He addresses his eyes so angry he looks like an old man.

I can't help chuckling when he says this, "Just listen to yourself Mr Hilton, do you know just how ridiculously ancient you sound calling your workers subjects?" I shake my head and begin to rub my left arms, when I look up he's standing before me. I jump a startled and scared and I move back only for him to take steps forward.

"What is funny Bambina? (Baby?)" His brow rises curiously.

Why do I have a feeling he just called me barbie?

I shake my head and immediately look away from his face. "No, nothing is funny Mr Hilton, just calling your housekeepers subjects." I keep, stepping back and he keeps moving closer. "I-I shoul-n't have laughed, can you move away so I can get myself dried up? 'Cause it's really starting to feel awkward" "This is the last time you're going to let just a servant take your name. Got it?" He sounds his warning to me like I'm also his subject.

I scoff and I challengingly look at him, "No, I don't get it." Who the hell does he think he is to come in here and tell me what to do and what not to do? "And you also know what? I'm gonna let whoever the hell I want to take my name because it's like you said it mine!"

He raises his hand, "Listen to me Ms Klean-"

"No you listen to me Mr Hilton," I cut him off, "This week you have happily ignored my existence and acted like you could care less about me and I get it because you never wanted any of this, but you quickly forget that neither did I! You've taken my freedom and you have cut off all my connections like I was some servant or slave who you can do whatever you want to and now you come in here barking orders at me? You can take your warnings and go screw yourself with it!" I brush past him and make my way out of the bathroom.

I'm just a little close to the doorknob when I step on something sticky and not knowing what it is I stepped on only to slip and go flying the next instant.

My eyes shut as I wait the big, bad fall to come but after the first minute of probably hanging in the air and I don't fall, I peel open my eyes and to see Keenan's arms around me, holding on to me tightly. I also realise that my towel has fallen off in the process of me falling and so that leaves just my naked body in his hands and to his gaze.

His eyes shamelessly take every each inch of my exposed body in and his eyes flares in undisclosed desire, unwanted feeling begin coming up in me and I do not feel ashamed for being naked in this man's hands and for what it's worth, I feel a thrill as he looks at me, trying to control himself.

He lets me down and picks up my towel, "Well thank you," I tell him, but as I stretch my hand to collect it, he takes it away and I just watch him move closer to me, but this time I don't back away.

His hand slowly crawl up my lip and run a faint circle on it before moving down my neck and then sweeping it faintly down my chest, and then further between my b****t and down my navel and going even lower. I bite my lips and look away from him, the last thing I want to do is to show him what he desperately wants, my weakness.

He pulls me closer and his lips meet my neck and there he trails torturous and weakening kisses, while his hands move down to the rest of my body down my most intimate part and I gasp as his hand slowly begins to move on its sensitive button and weakness takes over me and a long moan escapes my mouth and my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Hearing my moan, he growls and look up at me from my neck where his face has been buried and his eyes are lustful and drunk with desire.

His hand flicks over me as his eyes are in mine and I moan again and I begin to move my hips to meet the rhythm if his skilful fingers with my eyes still in his. I bite harder on my lips and my eyes begin to close dreamingly and I begin to feel something powerful coming, something I have never felt before and my breath become rapid, frantic and short, but just as I am about to hit my limit, he withdraws his hand and my eyes open both in loss and horror to look at him confusedly. He grabs a fist full of my hair and brings his lips dangerously close to mine before speaking.

"Sei così bella e ancora così ingenuo (You are so beautiful and yet so naïve) Why would I ever want to screw myself, when I can always screw you instead?" And immediately he let me go and hands me the towel before walking out of the bathroom.