Rodolphus was not a gentle man or really a gentleman, at least not in this situation. Any other woman would have possibly refused to marry him or spent their time together crying in a corner. He had fully expected that if he ever married, his spouse would end up vanishing under mysterious circumstances. But no...here they were and instead of fleeing from his darkness she seemed to crave it.
"No one will see the bruises for months, I can literally do as I please with your body," he pointed out, his dark eyes watching her unzip his pants. He pushed the pants from his body and then reached up to finish undoing his tie. It took only a moment for him to get his shirt unbuttoned and he was standing there in nothing but a white undershirt and black shorts. Rodolphus ran a hand through his dark hair and then reached to grab both of her hands, shoving her hard against the wall with her hands over her head. Rodolphus ran his nose up her jugular inhaling deeply and growling her name.
"You had better take that pretty dress off before I rip it off. Get to the bed, you need to be waiting for me. I will give you thirty seconds."