"Today might absolutely be your day of victory, but tomorrow will undeniably be mine," Isla hissed fiercely, her brilliant blue eyes narrowing into a deadly, unyielding glare.
"And on that exact day, you will finally realize exactly what I am truly capable of doing. I will ruthlessly take your life."
Lucier let out a dark, arrogant chuckle that violently vibrated against her chest.
"Uff... my sweet, fierce bride," he mocked, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.
"You already took my life the very second I saw you looking absolutely breathtaking in that magnificent bridal gown.
And you completely took it again when I aggressively captured your lips, and you could not do a single thing to stop me, struggling exactly like a pathetic, entirely helpless little girl."
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a sinister, predatory whisper.
"Just exactly like when I slowly loosened the knot of your delicate dress... and when my rough hands deliberately touched your bare, trembling back."
He spoke the words purposely, deliberately trying to make Isla feel as deeply suffocated, humiliated, and uncomfortable as humanly possible.
Isla frantically crossed her arms, desperately covering her exposed chest to stop the ruined front of her delicate gown from completely slipping down her pale skin.
"This is absolutely enough! I am leaving this washroom right now. You can stay right here and comfortably bathe all by yourself, do you understand me?!"
She immediately turned her back to his massive frame and frantically tried to walk away, desperate to escape his terrifying proximity.
But Lucier aggressively grabbed her wrist, violently yanking her backward with a terrifying force.
She stumbled helplessly, losing her footing entirely and crashing directly back into his hard, muscular arms.
Both of her trembling hands instinctively flew to his broad shoulders just to desperately maintain her balance as she landed heavily against him inside the cold bathtub.
Lucier slowly lowered his gaze. He stared directly at the fragile, ruined front of her dress with incredibly dark, hungry eyes. Isla stared right back into his burning gaze, her breath completely catching in her throat as her heart hammered a wild, terrifying rhythm against her ribs.
"We are sitting so incredibly close to one another, my beautiful wife," he purred smoothly, his voice heavy with dark intent.
"So why exactly is there still this useless, frustrating barrier completely separating us?"
"Do not even dare to think about it!" Isla warned fiercely.
She desperately tried to cover her chest once again, violently pushing against his shoulders to stand up and escape his suffocating grip.
But Lucier was far too quick and far too strong.
He aggressively grabbed both of her delicate wrists in one swift, terrifying motion, forcefully twisting her arms securely behind her back.
With one massive, effortless pull, he dragged her completely flush against his unyielding, muscular chest, rendering her entirely trapped.
Isla frantically thrashed. She kicked and struggled with every single ounce of her remaining strength, but she completely failed to free her trapped hands from his iron-like grip.
"Let go of me this instant! Are you completely forgetting that I am now your legally wedded wife?!" she screamed in absolute, breathless terror.
"Yes... that is exactly the point," Lucier smirked darkly, his hot breath fanning heavily across her pale, trembling collarbones.
"You are the one who is completely forgetting that you are "my" wife. I possess the absolute, undeniable right over you—over both your magnificent body and your fiercely stubborn soul.
And as the ancient traditions say, there should absolutely be no barriers or secrets between a husband and his beloved wife... so, does this ruined, torn dress not seem a little bit weird and entirely unnecessary right now?"
There was still one final, fragile knot resting directly over her chest, the very last barrier securing the ruined remnants of her delicate gown.
Lucier slowly lowered his head, his dark, predatory eyes never once leaving her terrified gaze.
Instead of using his hands, he deliberately leaned in and clamped his teeth aggressively around the delicate silk ribbon.
With one sharp, vicious tug, he pulled the knot completely open, carelessly spitting the torn fabric away into the dark corners of the cold washroom.
For a brief, agonizing fraction of a second, he entirely released his iron grip on her wrists.
Isla gasped, desperately trying to seize the fleeting opportunity.
But before she could even attempt to push his massive chest away or frantically pull the slipping fabric back up to cover herself, Lucier's lightning-fast hand violently grabbed the loosened gown.
In one swift, ruthless motion, he stripped the garment entirely away from her trembling body, carelessly throwing it far across the marble floor.
'No!' Isla cried out in sheer, breathless panic.
She immediately crossed her arms tightly over her completely bare chest, her entire body trembling violently with absolute terror and deep humiliation as she desperately tried to shield herself from his dark, hungry gaze.
Lucier did not give her a single moment to breathe or process the shock. Her legs were previously tucked together on his right side.
He aggressively grabbed her left leg, forcefully lifting it and shifting it completely to his other side, forcing her to helplessly straddle his muscular hips.
He forcefully pulled her bare thighs flush against his own. To ensure she could not make a single move to escape, he tightly locked his heavy, powerful legs directly over hers, rendering her lower body entirely, inescapably trapped against him in the cold bathtub.
Isla's mind violently reeled in absolute confusion and panic.
She frantically thrashed, desperately trying to push herself off of him, but her frantic struggles were entirely useless against his overwhelming, suffocating physical strength.
Taking absolute, cruel advantage of her trapped state, Lucier reached out and aggressively grabbed both of her desperately shielding arms.
With a terrifying ease, he violently forced her hands behind her back once again, securely pinning them and completely exposing her trembling, bare front to his gaze.
Then, moving with a dark, inescapable hunger, he leaned forward and began aggressively pressing hot, wet kisses directly against her exposed chest, completely ignoring her frantic, heartbreaking struggles as the dark reality of her sacrifice violently closed in around her.