Sorry for the short chapters. I will try to update more today to make up for this short one. There is slight abuse but nothing major.

Chapter 13:

"Mr. Jones, they arrived." Ariel announced in the dining room, breaking the peaceful bubble Emma and Killian had.

"Thank you, Ariel." He nodded to her then scooped up Emma, making her yelp with shock.

"What are you doing?" Emma looked around confused, making Killian chuckle. He carried her bridal style into the living room where three small boxes laid on the table. He sat down on the couch, front of the boxes with Emma still on his lap.

"Choose one." He placed a kiss to her cheek and pointed to the boxes, Emma finally looked at the boxes and gasped. They were engagement rings.

"I don't want one." Emma hissed, her mood changed from calm to anger in a split second. Killian stiffened, he spun her around so she was straddling his lap. He grabbed her jaw and held it so that he could stare into her eyes.

"What was that?" He growled, making it clear that he knew exactly what she said but he was giving her a chance to change that answer.

"I don't want one. Those mean that the wedding is really going happen." Emma glared back him, she was shaking on the inside with fear but refused to show Killian that's how she feel.

"Of course it's going to happen. Ring or not, you are mine. The ring is just for you to show it off, to tell people that you belong to me." Killian responded, confused on why she wasn't excited to pick out a ring. He chose these three by hand because they would look great on her.

"I don't want one. I don't want a reminder on my hand that I going to marry the devil." Emma shot back him, regretting it the second it came out of her as Killian's eyes darken. He then picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder. He grabbed the ring that he loved the most and carried her upstairs.

"Put me down you messed up bastard." Emma yelled kicking and punching, he ignored her and instead just slapped her ass in response.

"I wouldn't be such a devil if you weren't such a bitch all the time." He yelled, slamming the door and throwing her on the bed, quickly straddling her. Emma yelled even louder, till he silenced her as his lips attacked her. She couldn't help herself but kiss him back, angry but full of lust as well. He picked up her left hand and forced the ring on her finger, smiling against her lips.

"You are mine. My beautiful, feisty, wife." He whispered, attacking her lips again. Emma couldn't stop herself from moaning, letting Killian slip his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance but like all ways Killian won. Suddenly his weight disappeared and Emma opened her eyes in shock, he walked over the desk and started looking for something. Emma took this time to look at the ring on her finger, it was beautiful. A 1 carat princess cushion cut halo ring in white gold setting, Emma hated herself a little for loving it.

"Ah, gotcha." Killian pulled out handcuffs, making Emma stiffen but also she got wetter just looking at them.

"What are you doing?" Emma demanded, as he stalked towards her. A crooked smile took over his mouth as he grabbed her, moving her so her right hand was handcuffed to the headboard. Emma looked confused, her core getting wetter with desire every second she thought about what he would do.

"I am going to spoil my fiancé." He placed a soft kiss to her lips, making Emma's eyes flutter with lust. "Now, just say stop and I will. I will only take what you give me." He whispered, lifting her left hand to his lips.

"Ok." Emma whispered, making him smile. He placed a kiss on the ring and started moving up the arm, light kisses on every inch of skin. He reached her collarbone and began sucking on the skin, making the old hickeys darker. As he reached the top of her chest, a moaned escaped Emma's lips making Killian chuckle. He rolled up her tank so that her bra was showing, a groan escaped his mouth as he looked at her breasts.

"Hell." Emma yelped, when Killian suddenly ripped the bra, he looked up at her and gave her a childish grin. Keeping eye contact, he took one breast into his mouth, sucking and biting softly till the nipple then he moved to the next one. Emma arched her back, as he moved his mouth down her stomach, leaving more bruises on whatever skin he could get his mouth on. Her eyes shot open when he bit her core through her legging.

"Stop." She said, closing her legs as soon as Killian lifted his head. His eyes filled with darkness but he obeyed, unlocking the handcuff. Emma took off her ripped bra and fixed her tank, laying on the bed. Killian changed into sweatpants and crawled into bed behind her, wrapping his hands around her and moving her head so it was on his chest. They laid in silence, looking at her left hand that Killian was playing with.

"Twenty questions?" Killian whispered, looking down at her. Emma didn't look up but nodded. He sighed and brought her hand to his lips, placing a kiss on the ring.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked, surprised that Emma didn't stiffen. She had an idea that he would ask that.

"Yes." She whispered back, looking at him. He sighed and kept looking at the ring. "What is it that you exactly do?" He stiffen and finally made eye contact with Emma. He sat up and pulled Emma on top of him so she was straddling him.

"I never told you, did I?" He said, touching the hickeys on her neck. Emma shook her head, still looking at him. "I am the leader of the biggest gang in New York City, we deal in keeping the crime rate under control while watching what Black Market goods go in and out of the city." He said, Emma's eyes widened but she kept silent.

"No questions or curse words. I am shocked." Killian chuckled at his joke, looking at her. Emma giggle a little and shrugged her shoulders.

"I figured that's what you did. Either that or you were a dealer in something illegal." He chuckled and took her head into his hands, placing a kiss on her lips.

"Ok, time for bed." He picked her up and laid her down on the bed, wrapping his arm around her waist from behind. Emma laid awake, looking that ring on her hand that felt like it weighed 100 pounds. She realized that every second she spent here, the more she fell for the devil and that made it harder for her to run away.