EroticReverie

Angelina Ares ...One week later....

"They won't like this dress." I say as Kane stands behind me, his fingers sliding the zipper all the way up my back. 

"I don't care what they like...I know what they like...what they want...and they're not laying eyes on a single inch of you, your face is already more than I care to give them the pleasure of seeing." King growls , his jaw tight as he begins to work the little button along the back of my neck. 

It's a floor length form fitted dres, with long sleeves and a high neck. Made out of black lace. I've seen other like it before, and usually theres a nude color fabric underneath to give a nude illusion undernearth, but even that was too much to give to them. Even the illusion of catching a glimpse of me, was beyond what my husband wanted to give the society. 

My hair is up in a chignon. It would be easier to have someone else to have done my hair, but it's just one of the many things I was taught growing up. How to look impeccable for my husband. 

Kane slips the last button through the little loop and then his large hand cups the back up my neck, his head dipping down, his mouth near my ear as our eyes meet in the mirror, and I suck in a tiny breath. If he'd placed his hand on the back of my neck like that when I first became his wife, I would have flinched, I would have expected him to throttle me or for the words he was about to speak, to be a threat, or a reminder of his power. A small part of me still waits for the moment he turns into a man different from the one he's promised me he'd be. But it's smaller than before, so much smaller, and it terrfies me that I'm not scared at all at the feel of his possessive hold at the back of my neck. It scares me that has me feeling something quite oppsite of fear...safety....I felt safe around this man. Impossible, but true. I felt safe in the hands of the most notoriously brutal man in The Society. 

"You look stunning, wife" he whispers and I swallow, watching the small smirk on his lips as I shiver from the soft brush of his voice on my ear. 

"Thank you" I exhale and he hums and kisses below my ear and then lifts his head, pressing a kiss to my temple. 

"Nobody will touch you, I promise." He whispers and I nod. 

Our presence was specifically requested at tonight Society Dinner. I'd be the only woman in attendance as far as I knew, other than the women serving dinner, and the wives of the head council. My father would be there...my brothers. Like I told Kane, I knew my father would come for me. We both knew what this dinner was about. It was about the fact that Kane King wasn't following the tradition of bringing his wife to gatherings and letting the society rape her or beat her for kicks. He hadnt invited men to his home to fuck his property. Little did they know, he'd never be doing either of those things. At least that's what he's promised me, and what Im trying to choose to believe. They wouldn't like it. They wouldnt like Kane telling them they couldnt have a piece of me, and that they never would. They REALLY wouldnt like it, if they knew Kane and I, haven't even had sex yet.  If they knew only just last week I'd begun to "Serve" my husband, they'd lose their fucking minds. Go ape shit over the fact a woman had been given choice and autonomy.  

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I panic, when after dinner the council tells Kane they'd like to speak to him privately while my father spends time with me. 

"Absolutely not." Kane says, his tone final. Their brows raise and I tuck myself against him, his arm coming around me protectively. 

People in the Society, don't tell the council no. Except for Kane King apparently. 

"It wasn't a request."  Carlton Creighton , the oldest, longest running member of the council says. 

"She stays with me." Kane says, not batting an eyelash as he stares back at Carlton. 

"A whores ears aren't privy to council matters." Samuel Hawthrone, the second longest running council member speaks. 

"Good thing she's not a whore then. She's my fucking wife." Kane says and I watch as all seven men of the high ranking council blink at him. Astonished, angry, Carlton and Samuel are nearly seething through their snarled lips. 

"She is a whore." Samuel says. 

"Say that again."  Kane stares the old man down, his statement is a threat. Say it again, if you want to regret it. I'm physically shaking, trembling beside him. Wanting to offer to let him talk alone with them, and say that i'll be fine. But we both know I wont be. If Im left alone with my father, he'll rape me. I know he will. The way he'd looked at me all throughout dinner. I didnt look at him once, but god I could fucking feel his eyes on me from the other side of the table, while Kane's hand rested on my thigh, grabbing it gently, stroking it over my dress in reassurance, and a reminder that he wouldn't let anyone ever touch me. 

"Watch your tone." Brady Nightengale another member of the council says.

"I'd watch yours Nightengale. I don't take kindly to being told what to do." Kane says and I swallow, my eyes darting back and forth between him and the seven men. 

I'd heard stories of women beaten to death for daring to even raise their voice to a council member. Beaten to death, raped to death by their husbands for disrespecting them. It was "normal" for a woman to pay with her life for daring to speak to a man in the society in such a way. When it came to men, speaking to the higher society members with disrespect, I'd heard stories of the men disappearing. Never seen again. Obviously killed. They had to keep order after all. I'd seen my own father cower in front of the council multiple times. But Kane? He stood here as if he was the one with all the power....and with the way the council members grit their teeth...I realize that maybe....he is....maybe Kane King is that important to their society their "missions" that they can't risk it. That Kane King, can pretty much say or do whatever he wants. I look up at him, his eyes still trained on the seven men in front of us. I suck in a breath, because the look on his face is so.....calm.....eerily fucking calm, and a little bit....wicked. 

My father walks into the hall and I turn, my brothers Alexander...Anthony, and Arthur all with him. 

Becker, my father grins as my eyes accidentally make contact with his. 

"Hello Angelina." His voice is full of a satisfaction, one he thinks he's getting, but won't. 

"Come, let the council talk to Kane. You can come with me and your brothers and -" He says, reaching out to take my arm. 

I gasp as Kane's large hand wraps around my fathers wrist, squeezing it, I watch the flesh bulge and my fathers hand shake, his cheeks going red with anger. His eyes lift to Kane's.

"Do ...not...touch...MY wife." Kane bites out each word through gritted teeth.

"She is MY daughter." My father argue and Kane grips his wrist even harder and then wrenches his arm awkwardly and my father yelps. 

"Not anymore she's not. She belongs to me. Only me. You ..will never fucking touch her...any of you...do you hear me? Try again...and i promise it will be the last time you do. I'll fucking bury you in a grave with your sons if a single one of you tries to touch her. Am I clear?" Kane seethes, My hands gripping his tux jacket as I slip to his other side, further from my father. 

"Unhand me!" My father croaks, trying his best to sound tough, to speak with as much authority as Kane does anytime he talks at all. 

"Keep your hand, off my fucking wife." Kane snarls and throws my fathers wrist and my father glares at him. 

"I gave her to you!" He snaps. 

"Exactly. She's mine. She's no concern of yours any longer." 

"I made her." my father snarls. 

"I made her into the fucking whore that she is, i have rights to her!" He yells. 

"Call my wife a whore again, I'll remove your tongue. And you have NO rights to her. I'm the only man that has a right to her. She's mine." Kane says and I dont mind at all that he calls me his, and says he has rights to me, not when it's in front of these vile fucking men. I know he has to play into their ways at least somewhat to keep himself in the position that he's in. 

"He cant do this! He cant just keep her to himself! I waited eighteen fucking years for this!" My father wails, like a fucking child throwing a tantrum. It's sick, and it's pathetic, watching him make his fucked up plea to the council. 

"Her last name is King." Vincenzo Morelli, one of the other council members speaks up, drawing my eyes to him, my fathers too. My father growls. 

"It was Ares, FIRST" my father aruges. 

"Watch your tone." Brady Nightengale says to my father. 

"HE HASNT LET ANYONE NEAR HER!" My father argues. 

"SHES A WHORE. SHE'S SUPPOSED TO SERVE THE SOCIETY!" My brother Arthur yells, and I flinch. I fucking hated them, all of them.  The way my brothers would come to my room, drop my "School supplies" on my bed and tell me to practice while they pleasured themselves, whenever they pleased. 

"If anyone calls my fucking wife a whore, one more time...it'll be the last word you fucking speak." Kane warns. 

"Women have been nothing more since the start of the society." Vincenzo says and I feel my brows pinch, because I thought maybe he was a lesser evil, but apparently not. 

"In the society, or out of it, all women, are what they are." Arthur my brother says. "Whores." 

My other brothers and a few of the council members nod in agreement. 

"Kane" I gasp, when he's gone from my side, my brother being thrown againt a wall, and KAne's forearm against his throat. 

Nobody tries to stop him, not my dad, not my other brothers, not the council. Because Kane King has a reputation. Clearly , it's more than that. I suck in a breath as I watch Kane pull a knife from the inside of his tuxedo jacket and flick it open. 

"I warned you." Kane seethes and I wince. God, was he really going to....

I screech, hands clapping to my mouth as the knife is slashed over my brothers face. A diagonal cut, slicing through layers of flesh. My brother howls as Kane keeps him pinned and I watch in horror. My father seething, jaw clenched, the society members watching as if it's nothing but a fucking tennis match on the television. No emotions in their faces. 

"youd put...a whore...before the socie-"

I scream. Because my brother doesnt finish his words. Kane drags the blade across his throat, and drops his arm, letting my brother fall to the floor, hands clasping his neck as he chokes on his blood. 

Kane turns towards my father and my remaining two brothers, twirling the knife in his hand with a smile on his lips, blood spatters on his face, on his white dress shirt beneath his jacket. 

"Bury him in your front yard, with a gravestone as high as your ceilings, whatever serves as your reminder that my wife, is no longer a part of youur family..she's no longer yours....and if you come near her...even try to speak to her....i'll send you to visit Arthur in hell."