A/N: Hello! This is a story I wanted to write for the longest time, and finally found some time to start it. Please be warned, there will be an age gap, Caroline (18-19) Klaus (32), smut, torture, and some violence. If you don't like any of those things, please do not read. This is a mafia story after all. You have been warned. Enjoy! ;)
Family Bonds Chapter 1:
"Miss Caroline, your father would like to speak to you. He's in his office," Alaric, Caroline's bodyguard tells her as she skips down the grand staircase.
Caroline looks up from her iPhone and smiles at him.
"Uh-oh, is he angry?" Caroline asks with a smirk. The only reason William Forbes ever called his daughter into his office was to reprimand her. But Caroline never took him seriously, even though he was one of the most ruthless underbosses in the New York Mafia. As the only daughter of William and Elizabeth Forbes, Caroline has been spoiled rotten, and her parents have never been anything but respectful towards her. She didn't spend much time with either of them, but they never beat her as other parents did with their own children.
"He's in there with your mother and the capo," Alaric tells her seriously and that catches Caroline's attention. She raises her eyebrows surprised that her father would want her, her mother and Mikael Mikaelson together in a room. Women were never allowed in any talks about their work, especially not with the capo.
"Oh," she answers surprised, straightens her short black pleated skirt and heads towards her father's office.
Caroline knocks softly and hears her father's loud "come in," then opens his office door.
She walks in with a beautiful smile, the smile that she was taught to show every time they had guests over, especially important guest like the head of the New York Mafia. Her mother was sitting quietly in a corner while her father and the capo shook hands and laughed at some inside joke.
"You asked for me father?" Caroline asks sweetly and moves closer to her father and Mikael Mikaelson.
They both turn to look at her with a smile and William beams with pride as he sees his beautiful daughter.
"There she is my little princess."
Caroline looks down with a polite blush and moves towards Mikael extending her hand.
"Sir, it's an honor to see you again," Caroline greets, and Mikael takes her small hand in his then places a kiss on it. His eyes roam over her body, her short skirt perhaps a bit too short, but it's not like she had been expecting to greet the head of the mafia today. Had she known she would have gotten ready. Caroline wore a black pleated skirt with her black knee-high Louboutin boots, and cashmere pink sweater. Of course, her makeup and hair were flawless, but perhaps her outfit wasn't the most appropriate at the moment.
"My how you have grown," the English man tells her and releases his grip on her hand. The tone of his voice makes Caroline want to shutter with disgust, pervert, she thinks. But obviously doesn't show her disdain. "I do believe the last time I saw you, you were barely out of leading strings," he adds with a chuckle, and Caroline's father laughs. Caroline only forces a smile.
"She is a woman now Capo," William announces and pulls his daughter to stand next to her. Caroline smiles, stands next to her father and hugs him as he speaks. Caroline then looks up at her mother who is still sitting quietly in a corner. Strange, Caroline thinks.
"She is anything but a woman," a snarl comes out of a man that's standing in the shadows. Caroline looks up from her mother surprised at this new voice, how had she missed him?
Oh God Caroline thinks inside when she recognizes him. Not him...
Niklaus Mikaelson, Mikael's son, the most annoying, ruthless man Caroline has ever placed her eyes on. Caroline lets go of her father and gulps nervously. Not a lot of people made her nervous, she grew up in the mafia for crying out loud! She knew the people she socialized with were killers, drug dealers, people who tortured, through and through criminals. But Niklaus Mikaelson scared the shit out of her.
"Now come here son," Mikael calls out, his arm outstretched.
Is this why her mother had been sitting so quietly? Not a word coming out of her.
"Caroline, greet him," William whispers harshly in her ear when she stands stunned.
Caroline looks at her father's angry eyes then at Klaus nervously. Her father gives her a slight push towards him, and Caroline snaps out of her stupor.
"Hello, sir," Caroline greets with a slight smile and outstretches her hand for him to kiss it just like his father had done seconds ago.
Klaus takes her small hand roughly and kisses it, then drops it as if it had burned him.
"Do not call me sir," Klaus warns her seriously and Mikael chuckles patting his son's back.
"You make him feel old, sweetheart," Mikael tells her, and Caroline only gives him a slight nod letting him know she understood then gazes down to the floor.
"Princess," William calls her attention away from the floor and she looks up, her demeanor completely different from when she walked into his office.
"You remember Klaus, right?" He asks.
"Of course, we met at his brother's wedding last year," Caroline answers politely with a fake smile on her lips. How could she forget the first time she saw this man? How could she ever forget a man as frightening as Klaus...
"Well as you know, you are now eighteen and it is well within time for you to marry," William announces and Caroline's smile falls, her breathing becomes harsh and she looks at her father furiously. No... he cannot be serious.
"Look at her, she's petrified," Klaus smirks and Caroline twists to look at him furiously as well.
"Niklaus," Mikael warns, his smile from before faltering.
"I am not petrified," Caroline hisses angrily then covers her mouth, her anger made her speak out of turn. Oh my god, her father would be furious, sure she would sometimes talk back to her father, but NEVER to other people part of the mafia and especially not to a Mikaelson...
Klaus looks at her, an eyebrow raised. Is he actually enjoying this?
Mikael clears his throat, grabs his son's hand and then places Caroline's small hand into Klaus'.
"We are honored to accept you as part of our family, Caroline," Mikael announces beaming with pride. She looks over at her father whose expression was identical to Mikael's then over at her mother who continues to sit quietly her head in her hands. She looks up at Klaus who's scowling down at her and pulls her hand away from his with a strong jerk. I can't breathe, I can't breathe, Caroline thinks as she begins to hyperventilate, and then runs out of her father's office wiping away her tears.
"Caroline!" Her father yells out, but she ignores him and continues to run to her bedroom.
Marry? And marry that monster?! Sure, girls her age, especially in the mafia, and especially girls whose fathers held high ranks were usually married off by the time they turned eighteen. Some girl's marriages were arranged when they were born for crying out loud! But she couldn't imagine herself married, she barley graduated high school last month! She had plans, dreams, and her father never spoke to her about marriage which made her believe that she wouldn't be forced to marry anyone. She thought she'd be able to fall in love, maybe in college she'd meet a nice guy and marry him, have two kids and live happily ever after. But those were just childish fairytale dreams. She lived in the real world, where dreams like those hardly ever come true.
"Darling, compose yourself," Elizabeth Forbes scolds her as she walks into her bedroom and sees her daughter crying on her bed.
"How could you let him do this?" Caroline calls out, still letting her tears fall.
"I didn't want this for you sweetheart," Elizabeth tells her sitting on Caroline's bed slowly caressing her back. "But he's the future capo- "
"And practically twice my age!" Caroline cries out.
"He's only thirty-two, sweetheart, still in his prime."
"He's a monster mother! You know he killed his first wife, oh my God!" Caroline cries out feeling some sort of anxiety attack coming on.
"Don't ever say that again," Elizabeth tells her daughter harshly, "if they ever hear you repeat that rumor- "
"They'll kill me?" Caroline asks. "And even knowing that, you're still okay with giving me away to him."
"You knew this day would come, Caroline. Now get up, put on your best cocktail dress, fix your make-up and come down for dinner," she tells her daughter. When Caroline doesn't move Elizabeth sighs. "Be a good and obedient wife to him, give him an heir soon and you won't have to worry about your future."
"His previous wife gave him a daughter and she still ended up dead!"
"Yes, but you will give him the son he needs," Elizabeth assures her daughter.
"What kind of motherly advice is this?" Caroline asks.
"Listen to me Caroline, if you want to survive you need to make Niklaus Mikaelson fall in love with you, it is the only way."
"Or else you'll be attending my funeral in a few months," Caroline pants out angrily.
"Why? Why couldn't you and father let me choose my future husband. Why did you have to choose a man almost twice my age, with severe anger issues," she sniffles.
"Niklaus will be Capo one day, sweetheart. There is no one better. It is an honor that they chose you to be his wife."
"I don't want to see him again, at least not until our wedding day," Caroline tells her mother. There was no point in fighting this marriage, and she knew it. Marriage arrangements were bonding in this lifestyle. I mean how many of her cousin's weddings had she attended throughout her life. Dozens, and most of them arranged marriages, marriages to keep the peace, for power, but almost never for love.
"You must, they have already shaken hands on the marriage, and we will now all celebrate with a beautiful dinner. I'd like for you to wear that beautiful white cocktail dress." Liz says as she moves towards Caroline's walk-in closet and grabs the dress that she was talking about. A knee length bodycon spaghetti strap dress that absolutely accentuates all of Caroline's curves.
"This is the one."
Caroline scoffs, she knew what her mother was doing. She was trying to make her seem more appealing to Klaus, make him desire her as a woman. No one would ever dare call her a child, she wasn't. Caroline was one of the most beautiful girls in the state, more like the country, and she and her mother knew it.
"I'll be down soon," she tells her mother, grabs the dress, walks toward her bathroom and slams the door angrily. If she couldn't do anything to stop this stupid wedding she sure as hell would slam a few doors. Caroline scoffs at herself, would Klaus think this childish? Ugh, who cares what he thinks.
"You look absolutely ravishing my dear," Mikael compliments her when she joins them for dinner. Klaus is taking a sip of his bourbon and his eyebrows raise when he sees her. Is that a flicker of desire in his eyes?
"Thank you," Caroline smiles politely. "You must excuse my earlier reaction I was—surprised" she tells the Mikaelsons and Mikel makes a move with his hand brushing it off.
"Understandable, dear."
Everyone was already at the dinner table, her father at the head, her mother at his left, Mikael at his right, and Klaus at Mikael's right. There was one more table setting and that was right next to Klaus. Klaus sets his glass on the table, stands and pulls Caroline's chair for her to sit next to him. She quietly thanks him and places her napkin on her lap.
"If that dress was meant to make you seem more appealing, let me inform you that it's working," Klaus whispers into her ear and Caroline shutters at his proximity.
"If it were up to me, I would have worn a potato sack, maybe that way you wouldn't be so inclined to be robbing cradles," Caroline hisses angrily, and Klaus laughs. That son of bitch actually laughs, causing everyone to turn to look at them.
"You are a feisty one, aren't you?"
Caroline rolls her eyes and signals the butler to serve her some wine.
"Let me assure you, that you were not my first choice either, I don't like my women so...inexperienced," he adds.
Caroline ignores him and takes a long sip of her wine. She needed to get drunk if she was expected to tolerate this man.
"Aren't you a bit young to be drinking?" Klaus asks as he watches her finish her glass of wine.
"I'm a bit young to be getting married too, but no one seems to care about that, so who cares right?" She mocks, then rolls her eyes again.
"Are you always this immature?"
Caroline gasps and looks at Klaus furiously. "I am not immature, I am just angry," she hisses. "And good job getting me to like you, you're doing a terrific job of it already," she mocks.
"I don't care if you like me or not," Klaus answers indifferently. "I only need you to warm my bed, give me a legitimate heir and take care of my daughter. Whether you like me or not does not concern me," he informs Caroline with an expressionless face.
"You make me nauseous," Caroline tells him and looks at him with her bitchy head cheerleader face.
"Now, that's no way to speak to your future husband."
Caroline was about to give him a witty retort, or maybe an insult when she's interrupted by her father.
"Caroline," her father calls, a warning tone in the way he said her name. You better behave yourself. What had her mother told her to be? A good obedient wife to Klaus? Please, as if.
"Apologies, sir," Caroline hisses at Klaus. Knowing well that he hated it when she called him sir. "It seems the wine is getting to my head. Otherwise, I would never be this blatantly disrespectful," she lies with a smile then gulps down the last drop of her wine.
Klaus smiles, knowing well that she was lying. That little vixen, I guess she wasn't the proper miss she showed everyone. She had some fire, and he would enjoy breaking her.
"Then perhaps you shouldn't drink anymore," Klaus suggest then waves the server over. "Apple juice for my fiancé," he tells him, and the waiter looks at him surprised then back at his master. A question on whether he should actually follow Klaus' order or not.
Caroline is furious, Apple juice? Are you fucking kidding me? Fuck him. He seriously is trying to get on her nerves, she is not a fucking child! Relax, calm down Caroline... remember your training.
Caroline exhales a deep breath and then smiles at Klaus and the waiter, "you're hilarious," she tells Klaus with a slight slap on his shoulder. "Water will be just fine," she tells the waiter who quickly scrambles to fill her glass with water.
"You know Caroline is a really talented ballet dancer, she speaks four languages, plays the piano beautifully and volunteers at the youth center for underprivileged kids," Elizabeth Forbes pipes up, trying to save the dinner. She could already tell that the night would end up with her dashing out and her father furious if she didn't do something to stop the tension that was rising.
"Really? And what other accomplishments have you been hiding under your sleeve?" Mikael M`ikaelson asks, also trying to get a hold of the situation.
"Well, I was also captain of my cheerleading and tennis team, I was class valedictorian, I'm a magnificent cook, and I can sing." She tells him, she usually would never brag about any of her accomplishments, but deep down she wanted to show Klaus that she was smart and accomplished. Not just some obnoxious girl.
"Now that is impressive," Mikael smiles.
"What do you do for fun?" Caroline asks, and everyone turns to look at Klaus. Klaus who had been looking out in the distance, ignoring Caroline, looks around when he realizes she had asked him that question.
He clears his throat and takes a sip of his full glass of wine. He hated wine, since he preferred hard liquor, but any alcohol would work fine at this moment. "I paint." He answers and Caroline looks at him surprised.
"Now that's one hobby I never could fully accomplish," she answers with a polite smile. "Perhaps you could teach me?" She comments and Klaus looks at her with narrowed eyes. What was she playing at?
"Perhaps," he answers courtly.
"Tell me about your daughter," Caroline adds, her expression curious, but still nervous. Would he tell her about his daughter?
"Hope, you'll meet her after the wedding," Klaus tells her his voice taking a softer note, not really the aggressive, angry or teasing way he had been earlier.
"I do look forward to meeting her," Caroline smiles and Klaus nods then turns to the conversation his father and hers were having. Ignoring her for the rest of the night. Caroline exhales, how was she supposed to spend the rest of her life with this man? She just couldn't see herself doing it.
Wedding Day: Six Months Later
"You are the most beautiful bride I've ever seen!" Elena, one of Caroline's best friends, tells her as they finish helping her get ready.
"I still can't believe you're getting married!"
"I can't believe it either," Caroline replies with a scowl.
"Kat, will you please help out?" Elena yells at her twin who is rummaging through the hotel's mini fridge getting all the alcohol possible.
"I am helping!" She answers. "I'm going to help Care get as drunk as possible so that she can actually go through with this shit wedding," she adds with a smile as she carries the small bottles of vodka and tequila towards Caroline.
Caroline looks at her with a grateful smile and accepts the small tequila bottle.
"Unlike you," Katherine continues, "I completely hate the idea of Caroline getting married to Klaus Mikaelson."
Elena and Katherine Gilbert were Caroline's best friends. Their father, Grayson Gilbert, was the New York Mafias go to surgeon for everything. If you got shot, stabbed, or tortured he was the doctor you called. Therefore, their father was as important as an underboss which is how they met and become the best of friends.
"You and me both," Caroline agrees then clicks her bottle with Katherine's and gulps down the alcohol in one swoop.
"But I know that if I refuse this marriage The Mikaelsons will probably shoot me on the spot," Caroline comments with an annoyed face. It's not even that she was afraid of them anymore... she just knew what kind of ruthless people they were, and she really didn't want to die, she had many things she wanted to accomplish before she died.
"But everything will be okay," she continues and smiles at her friends. "Option one: I make Klaus fall in love with me and I fall in love with him. Or option two: we live as strangers, me raising his daughter and any kids that we might have as he parades around with his mistresses and I spend all of his money with shopping sprees to Paris... for all three of us, of course." She adds the last part with a giggle.
"I prefer option one for you Care," sweet Elena tells her friend.
"With the shopping sprees to Paris included," Katherine adds, and they all laugh.
There's a knock on the suite's door and Elena rushes to open it causing Katherine to roll her eyes.
"Always eager to help, that one," she whispers and Caroline giggles but motions for her to be quiet.
"Your mother and father are here!" Elena yells out from the suite's living room.
Caroline looks at herself in the mirror one last time and gets up from the vanity toward her parents with Katherine trailing behind her making sure that her long veil stayed nice and wrinkle free.
"Well, aren't you the most gorgeous bride there's ever been," Elizabeth Forbes compliments her daughter when she lays her eyes on her.
"Thank you, mother," Caroline replies politely and hugs her.
"Father," she greets and moves to place a kiss on his cheek.
"Your mother is right," he tells her, and he embraces her in a tight hug completely surprising Caroline. "You look exquisite," he adds, and Caroline quietly thanks him.
"Klaus is a lucky man," he continues. "You will make him very happy."
"I just hope he makes me happy as well," Caroline answers and accepts the bouquet of light pink roses and white roses that Elena hands her.
"I'm ready," she tells her father, and they walk out of the suite then head to the church.
"Twenty minutes late, and we're not even married yet," Klaus murmurs annoyed as he waits by the priest for his bride. All the guests had arrived and so had his family, but his bride was nowhere to be seen.
"Relax Niklaus," his best man and brother Elijah tells him.
"Yeah Nik, are you that desperate to get laid," his younger brother Kol chuckles.
"Shut up," Klaus growls. "Why did I even ask you to be a groomsman?"
"Because you don't have friends, who else were you supposed to ask," he replies and laughs, which causes Klaus to roll his eyes annoyed.
"Children, behave," Fin Mikaelson tells his brothers.
"Shut up Finn," both Klaus and Kol say at the same time which makes both of them smile.
"She's here!" Henrick Mikaelson, the youngest of the bunch, announces.
"It's about bloody time," Klaus exhales, a bit nervous but never actually admitting it. Not about the marriage, but nervous that his young bride would back out of the arrangement and then he'd be forced to find her and kill her. She was too beautiful, and it would have been a shame to have to damage that beautiful face with a bullet between her eyes.
"Worried that she would get cold feet huh?" Kol teases, and Klaus glares at his younger brother which only causes him to chuckle.
"Niklaus, you should really hide your scowl if you don't want to frighten your future wife," Elijah whispers at his brother when the two doors open and reveal Caroline for the first time in six months.
My God she is magnificent, Klaus thinks and stares at her as she walks down the aisle, her arm wrapped around her father's arm.
When Caroline reaches the front of the church her father places her small hand on Klaus' large calloused one and raises her beautiful blue eyes to watch him. He gives her a small smirk and she returns it with a smirk of her own.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today..."
The wedding went by in a blur, they both said their "I do's" and Caroline went through the motions just as she had rehearsed a dozen times with her mother.
"You may now kiss your bride," the priest announces, and Caroline turns to look at Klaus. He grabs her waist and pulls her towards him as he places the longest kiss of her life on her lips. His lips were soft and warm and when he tightens his grip on her waist she gasps. Klaus took the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside. Caroline places her small hands on his stubble and tries pulling away when she hears the loud claps from their guests, but to no avail, because Klaus seems to be lost in their kiss.
Their guests erupt in laughs with men yelling out some indecent comments and women blushing at the couples display of affection.
Time stood still, their kiss was electric, passionate, and downright pleasurable. Klaus finally pulls away from Caroline and she looks up at him shocked, her face flushed with embarrassment and desire.
"That's just a small taste of what our wedding night will be like," Klaus whispers into Caroline's ear and then turns to look at their guests who all stood up and continued their excited clapping.
Caroline stares at Klaus and then smiles at their guests. She looks over at her best friends standing next to her and they smile at her with Kat giving her a thumbs up and her lips mouthing something on the lines of "that was hot."
Caroline chuckles and looks down a bit embarrassed. It's not like it was her first kiss, but it sure as hell was her first kiss in front of hundreds of guests...and a kiss with Niklaus Mikaelson, now and forever known as her husband.
The wedding reception at The Plaza Hotel was something out of fairytales. As expected, obviously. New York Mafia royalty had just been wed. The grand chandeliers glistened as guests erupted in laughter and joy. Table centers were made out of gold as were the utensils being used by the guests. The flower arrangements were so grand that each cost a small fortune, but nothing was out of reach or too expensive for this young couple and their families.
The worst criminals, corrupt cops and politicians all showed up to witness the union of both powerful families. Security was extremely tight, but weapons were definitely visible through the men's best tuxedoes and the politician's security escorts. This was the most sought-after wedding invitation and only a few hundred people were actually invited.
"Smile, sweetheart. Every expression, movement and detail of today is being watched," Klaus tells his wife as she scowls through the guests. She seriously didn't know most of these people.
"Do you even know half of the people here?" Caroline asks as she looks at her now husband.
"Of course not, but they know me."
Caroline scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Of course, who doesn't know who Niklaus fucking Mikaelson is..."
"Watch it Caroline, your father might have been lenient with you, but I will not tolerate disrespect. I've killed men for looking at me the wrong way, and I won't shy away from punishing you," he tells her as he grabs her small hand roughly. Caroline winces at the pain and tries pulling her hand away.
"Klaus you're hurting me," she whispers angrily, and Klaus lets go of her hand but not before placing a gentle kiss on it.
Caroline quickly scrambles to get up and away from him, but he follows her.
"I'm only going to the lady's room," she hisses at him, but he follows her anyways.
"Stop following me," she tells him when they reach the empty hallway.
"Come back here," Klaus growls grabbing her forearm and pulling her toward him.
"Seriously? Let me go," Caroline mutters annoyed.
"Listen here little girl, I've dealt with the worse criminals in the world. Tortured them to the point that they beg me for death. I have every politician and cop here withering with fear of me. And if you think for a second, I will let you get away with disrespecting me the way you just have you are sorely mistaken. YOU WILL SHOW ME THE RESPECT I DESERVE AS YOUR HUSBAND."
Caroline looks into Klaus' eyes, her body was trembling with fear, but she just couldn't let him get away with treating her this way, her damn pride wouldn't allow it... even if that meant being punished later on. She would take it.
"Or what?" Caroline challenges and Klaus stares at her furiously. He pushes her roughly to the wall, her arms pinned to the wall and Caroline winces at the brutality.
"Let. Me. Go!" She screams but Klaus shuts her up with a rough kiss. Klaus' grasp on her arms slowly dissipates and Caroline wraps her arms around his neck. They both fight for control as they moan into each other's mouths. Klaus' kiss was intoxicating, so intoxicating that Caroline pulls him even closer to her body, springing to life the strong desire to have him inside her, to have him so close to her and never let him go.
"Klaus," Caroline moans out as he kisses down her neck. He ignores her and continues to suck on her pulse point. Caroline moves her hands to his chest and gives him a slight shove.
"Klaus," she calls out again. "We can't, not here," she pants out. Klaus places a light kiss on her neck then on her lips and moves away from her placing his forehead on hers, both panting with desire.
Caroline was flushed, some of her hair pins had fallen out and some curls were now loose, her lips were pink from their kiss and a small bruise was starting to form on her neck.
"What are you doing to me Caroline?" Klaus asks lifting his head and staring at her.
"I'm not doing anything," she whispers as he caresses her face.
Klaus chuckles and finally let's go of her. "You don't even realize how bloody seductive you are," he says, mostly to himself.
"Trust me Klaus, I'm not trying to seduce you," Caroline tells him. "We were arguing and then suddenly you pushed me on that wall and kissed me. How is that my fault?" She scoffs.
Klaus stares at her, how could she not see how damn charming, beautiful and ravishing she looked in this exact moment? She would drive any man to their ruin, no, to their deaths if they weren't careful.
"I won't fall for you Caroline," he admits. "I will never love you. Love is a man's greatest weakness, and I am not weak."
Caroline looks at him angrily, not even five hours after their marriage that binds them for life, and he's already giving up on any chance of happiness together. What a fucking fool. She watches him carefully, at the scowl on his face and at how he watches her carefully awaiting her response.
"If love is your weakness then you must be the strongest person in this world. Because only a weak fool can live without love," Caroline tells him and pushes away from him. Then heads back to the reception wiping away her angry tear that rolled down her cheek. She will not cry; she will not show him how much his words hurt her.
"It's time to go," Klaus tells her as the reception was still going full blast.
"I rather stay here," Caroline replies, she was still angry about his obvious disregard for her feelings. How could he just blatantly tell her that he would never love her. No woman wants to hear that on their wedding day, arranged marriage or not.
"You know very well what's expected of us right now," Klaus growls and gets up from his seat then offers her his hand. Caroline looks over at her father and mother who are watching her intently, her father giving her a look that told her she better not make a fool out of him. Then turns to look at the Mikaelson clan, all of them regarding her carefully.
She slowly places her hand in his and gives him a shy smile. Klaus helps her up and Caroline moves close to him placing her free hand on his chest. She raises her head to look at him and Klaus lowers his as they come together for a kiss. It was a tender kiss, one that two people in love would probably give each other on their wedding day, but Caroline knew it was all for show. She had hoped that her marriage would eventually lead to love between her and Klaus, but she was always a foolish dreamer. Then again, she wasn't going to give up on happiness right away.
Caroline pulls away from their kiss and shyly giggles as she places her face on his chest.
"What was that for?" Klaus asks her stunned.
"That was me putting on a show for our families," Caroline smiles at him as she looks over to the Mikaelson's and Mikael is beaming, all of them back to normal. She knew they were all scrutinizing her, her every action towards Klaus and she would not let them think this marriage failed because of her. If this marriage was doomed to fail from the start it would be because of Klaus' inability to be a good husband.
"Let's go," Klaus tells her, and they move toward the exit of the reception hall. She quickly said goodbye to her parents and friends on her way there and promised to see them tomorrow.
Drunk guests cheered them off and some even yelled some obscenities towards Klaus telling him to show his new wife why he was so feared among his men. They both ignore those comments and smiled then moved away from the reception until they were finally heading up to the presidential suite in which Caroline had gotten ready earlier in.
"I guess we need to have sex now," Caroline tells him when they're alone in the elevator.
"You guess correctly," Klaus replies looking down at her and frowning.
"It won't be that bad. Never had a complain before," he adds with a smile and Caroline rolls her eyes.
"You mentioning other women you slept with right before you're supposed to sleep with me is definitely not turning me on. So, if this is your way of seducing me, you are doing a terrible job of it already."
"Is that jealousy I detect?"
Caroline scoffs, "you wish."
"I have to admit Caroline, you are full of surprises," he tells her. "I expected you to be a meek little wife, afraid of her own shadow. And most definitely terrified of me. You are not at all the same girl I met over a year ago at Finn's wedding," he tells her with a smirk.
Caroline gasps and looks away from him.
"There she is," Klaus responds when he sees the fear in his eyes. "Do you remember what you saw me do that night? How terrified you were. How you begged me to let you live?"
"Stop it!" Caroline yells, moving away from him when he gets too close. "Stop trying to intimidate me! Why do you want me to be afraid of you?! Why do you need your wife to be scared to be close to you?!" She asks, controlling her tears. She would not show him she was weak, Klaus hated weakness, he preyed on those who were weak.
"I want you to remember your place. To remember that the slightest disrespect from you could lead to your death."
Caroline looks down at the elevator floor quietly not responding.
"Nothing you want to say. No snarky comeback?"
"What for? So that you can tell me to remember my place and threaten to kill me again? No thanks, I like having all my limbs attached to my body."
"I wouldn't dismember you. I would much prefer to inject you with potassium chloride. That way I don't ruin that pretty face of yours."
Caroline stares at him wide eyed and speechless... no one had ever threatened her life so many times in less than an hour. Wtf was wrong with this guy?
"I can't tell if you're being serious or not," Caroline replies cautiously.
"I'm being serious."
"Well then, if we're taking about how we would dispose of each other I would use rat poison," Caroline tells him looking at the elevator doors. How much longer did she have to be in here with him?
"Rat poison?"
"Mhmm, it's easy to get, cheap, untraceable really, and I'd just pour it in your morning tea or coffee with a lot of milk and sugar and watch you die," Caroline answers looking at him with a quick smile and then faces forward again. Shit, he's going to be furious... Caroline expected him to lash out at her, to threaten her again, maybe even handle her roughly, but she most definitely did not expect him to laugh. And not a fake laugh but a real "you are absolutely hilarious" laugh.
"It wasn't supposed to be funny," Caroline complains, feeling like he's making fun of her.
"I know. Sweetheart."
"Then why are you laughing?"
"You. Your method of killing me is quite endearing," Klaus adds with a chuckle.
"What? How is me telling you how I would try to kill you endearing? I didn't find it endearing when you said you would inject me with potassium chloride."
"I guess I see our little banters as... foreplay," he tells her and then the elevator doors open leading both of them to the hallway toward their suite.
"After you."
Caroline rushes into the suite and quickly runs into their room's bathroom and locks herself inside.
"Calm down, calm down for God's sake!" Caroline tells herself. She was literally petrified to be alone with Klaus. It's been excruciating hard to keep a brave face and come up with witty responds to Klaus' threats. How long could she continue to hide her fear? She knew for sure that she couldn't push Klaus too far, right now he found her charming, maybe, but that was only because he wants to have sex with her. She wasn't dumb, she saw the desire in his eyes, in the way he kissed her and how he grabbed her. He was trying to show her and the rest of the world that he now owned her. What would she find when she walked out this bathroom, would he be waiting for her furious? "Get a grip Caroline. You can do this. Just let him take the lead and be done with it."
Caroline takes a deep breath, looks at her beautiful reflection in the mirror and turns to walk out of the bathroom.
Klaus was sitting, completely relaxed, on the king-sized bed. His bowtie gone, suit jacket laid messily on the santee, cuff links gone as well, and white dress shirt half unbuttoned.
"I need help removing my dress," she tells him, not being able to hide how shy she was feeling at the moment. Perhaps she could hide her fear behind her shyness?
Klaus slowly walks towards her and places both of his large hands on her small shoulders. He turns her around slowly without a word and begins to untie her elaborate dress.
"You've done this before?" Caroline asks trying to break the silence, she was never very good at keeping quiet.
"Yes."
"Oh," Caroline responds quietly. When he finished untying her dress Caroline lets it pool down to her feet. Underneath she wore a lace bridal lingerie, that really could turn any man on.
"You're beautiful," Klaus compliments, looking at her body then looks up into her eyes making Caroline smile.
"I'd like to know more about you," she tells him and gently grabs his shoulders.
"In time," he responds to her and gently kisses her. His lips soft and gentle, Caroline opens her mouth wanting to taste him, to feel him close to her.
She tastes so sweet Klaus thinks. He lets her take control of their kiss but when she pulls him closer to her and rubs her large breasts against his hard chest, he loses all control.
"I want you, now," Klaus growls out pulling Caroline's lace straps down and off her body. He unclasps her bra and pulls off her white lace panties, leaving her completely naked in front of him.
He admires her glorious body for what seems like forever to Caroline and she can't help but start feeling a little insecure.
Did he like what he saw? What if he didn't?
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Klaus tells her completely enamored.
Caroline smiles shyly as he hovers above her and he kisses her once again. With a moan, his lips leave hers and he kisses down her throat. He continues down to a breast, her pink nipples hardening with the slightest contact. He takes the sensitive nub into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and sending a rush of arousal through her. Just that gentle contact sends a jolt straight between her thighs where she could feel her arousal getting hotter and wetter by the second.
She pushes herself closer to him, wraps her arms around his neck and feels his cock, hard and huge against her belly. Instinctively, she pulls him down lower and Klaus grabs her ass, as she wraps her legs around him. She wanted, no, needed him inside her.
Klaus' body shakes with the need to feel himself inside her. The woman in front of him was now his wife. Who would have thought the great Niklaus Mikaelson would ever be married, again?
Klaus then feels Caroline unbutton his pants as he holds her in his arms. Next, she helps him unbutton his shirt and pulls it off him as quickly as possible. When they are both completely naked Klaus pushes her deeper into the bed.
Caroline stops to admire the beautiful specimen in front of her. Large shoulders, hard chest, strong arms and oh my... how is that ever going to fit inside her?!
Klaus chuckles, "have you never seen a cock before sweetheart?" he teases.
Caroline blushes even more, "well, not one so up close," she whispers, and Klaus' eyes open wide, pleasantly surprised.
"I thought you might be a virgin, but I wasn't sure with the way you accepted my touch," Klaus confesses.
"You could have asked," Caroline whispers.
"Would you have told me?"
"Probably not," Caroline answers with a smirk and Klaus smiles darkly.
Well, we're going to have to change that," Klaus says as he kisses her once again.
He squeezes her ass and moves his face between her legs causing Caroline to gasp.
"What- what are you doing?" She asks, didn't he just want to get it over with?
"You're too tense, I don't want to make your first time too unpleasurable," Klaus comments then buries his face between her legs. He dips his tongue inside her and causes Caroline to moan. He sucks harder and harder sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
"Oh my God!" Caroline pants out. "Keep doing that," she tells him and shoves his head down lower with her hand. Klaus then thrust one, two, three fingers inside her causing Caroline to shutter with her orgasm.
Without a second thought, while Caroline was still high with her orgasm, he slides inside her and his heart skips a beat when he feels the barrier of her virginity break.
Caroline squeals in pain and wraps her legs tightly around him.
Klaus keeps his cock firmly inside her, letting her adjust to his size and when he sees her face contract to a smile he slowly slides out. Then immediately slides back in.
"You feel so good inside me Klaus," Caroline pants out and he continues to thrust inside her.
"God sweetheart," Klaus moans. "You're so tight," he pants, and he increases his pace. It takes all his will to keep himself from spilling inside her at this moment, he's never experienced such desire for a woman. But he wouldn't come until she got her pleasure first.
He slowly moves in and out of her, moaning and trembling with the effort to keep from coming before she did once more.
Caroline moans feeling all the sweet pleasure Klaus was bringing her. As he continues to thrust inside her she meets his rhythm and begins to thrust in sync with him. She slowly runs her hands down his back, up over his shoulders then back down, over his hips, cupping his ass and she squeezes.
"Caroline," Klaus moans out, if she doesn't stop, he'll come before she was ready, he thought.
He pulls out only keeping the head of his cock teasing her opening. She squirms beneath him and thrusts her hips up trying to get him back inside. He moves his lips towards her chest, takes a hard nipple into his mouth and sucks greedily.
Caroline desperately pulls his hips down and begins to thrust against him in a steady rhythm. Soon after that she feels herself clamp around his cock.
"Klaus, "she whimpers.
As he continues to pound his cock inside her, Klaus asks, "What, sweetheart?"
"Fuck me harder," Caroline pants out as she feels another wave of orgasm hit. He quickly drives into her, again and again, pounding against her, his need to climax make his thrusts completely out of control. Her fingers dig into his back as she meets his rhythm perfectly.
"Oh my God," she whispers. "Klaus, I'm going to come," she moans out.
He quickly captures her mouth with his, his tongue thrusting into her, as he continues to pound his large cock into her body. She digs her heels into the bed, arches and moans into his mouth as she feels another orgasm hit.
Klaus can't hold it off another second and with a satisfied groan he follows behind her with the most explosive orgasm of his life.
"Caroline!" He screams out and spills his seed inside her.
They stayed in that position for a while, Caroline hugging Klaus as he lied on top of her, his cock still inside her.
When Klaus realizes that he was too heavy for Caroline he rolls them over so that she is on top.
"That. Was. Amazing!" Caroline pants out kissing his lips. "Can we do it again?" She asks ready for another go.
Klaus chuckles and pulls his soft cock out of her and she moans protesting at the loss of contact.
He gives her another kiss and Caroline moans into his mouth.
"You're not feeling too sore?" Klaus asks as he sees his softening cock laced with blood. Caroline looks down at her legs and sees the bit of blood drip down her inner thigh and quickly moves to hide away.
"Don't shy away," he tells her, extending his hand for her to take. "Come, let's get you cleaned up," he then walks her to the bathroom and turns on the shower. Letting Caroline go in first as he followed her. They both quietly rinsed their bodies and Caroline watched him rinse the blood off his cock... her blood. She quickly turns away when he looks up at her and blushes.
"What happened to that sex craving vixen from moments ago?"
"She got over her orgasm high," she tells him.
"Then I guess I might just have to give you another one," Klaus voices with a smirk.
"You might have to," she replies as he carefully pushes her to the cold tile wall and wraps her legs around his waist. He kisses her all over her body, sucks on her hardening nipple and Caroline leans her head back on the wall.
Caroline pants out as she feels his cock close to her entrance. Then with slow motions, Klaus enters her. His cock working like a piston as he thrusts powerfully in and out of her body. Caroline quivers, feeling an orgasm beginning to grow, the feel of his hard cock inside her, the heat of the water and the slick wetness of their skin adding to the powerful coupling.
"Faster," Caroline pants out as she thrust her hips with his in sync.
She moves her hands to his back, marking his flesh, reaching lower, she digs her fingers into his hard ass, crying out for him to make her come.
Klaus pulls his cock out, then powerfully, thrusts back into her willing body.
His hips move like a crazed animal looking for release and Caroline's loud moans, and pleas encourage him to thrust faster and harder.
A groan spills from his lips and a cry of satisfaction from hers as they come together.
"Caroline!" Klaus groans out. Her juices flowing around his cock and his seed shooting deep into her body.
They stay like that for a couple of seconds, Caroline pinned to the shower wall and Klaus getting his harsh breathing under control. When he finally pulls out Caroline whimpers, protesting when she doesn't feel him anymore.
They wash each other's bodies and when they finally step out of the shower Klaus wraps a white towel around his waist and one around Caroline's naked body.
"Thanks," she smiles and Klaus only nods.
They walk back into the bedroom and Caroline scrambles around her luggage for her wedding babydoll that had been packed for her. She drops the towel and covers her body with the sexy piece. Klaus watches her carefully as he puts on some boxers then sits on the large bed.
Caroline goes to lay on the bed next to Klaus and they both silently face each other under the covers. Caroline smiles and moves closer to him, wanting to feel his heat close to her.
"Sleep Caroline," he tells her as he moves to lay on his back, his eyes resting on the ceiling.
"I thought maybe..." she stops in the middle of her sentence. How could she ask this ruthless mafia boss to cuddle?
"What Caroline? Spit it out already," he tells her a bit agitated. The caring man from moments ago completely gone.
Caroline stares at him angrily, she had literally just given him her virginity and now he was acting like an asshole all over again. What the hell?!
"Nothing," she mutters angrily turning so that her back is facing him. Klaus huffs out annoyed.
"Did I hurt you?" He asks, perhaps he had been a bit too rough with her, but damn, it was hard to control himself with her begging him underneath him.
"No."
"Then what Caroline?" He asks, his anger getting the best of him. "I'm not a bloody mind reader, I don't know what you're thinking."
"Obviously," Caroline cries out letting the emotions of the day spill out. "Just leave me be," she tells him between tears and Klaus groans.
"Why are you crying?"
"I don't want to talk to you right now," Caroline tells him covering herself fully with the bed sheets.
"Fine," Klaus responds and turns off his lamp. Women, and their stupid feelings he thinks annoyed.