Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
He had her within his grasp and smiled as she tried to struggle. The hold he had on her didn’t harm her in any way. This only allowed her to realize he was in charge, not her.
“You can fight me all you want. It’s pointless to do so.”
“Don’t hurt my dog.”
“Would you rather I hurt you?”
“Yes. Never my dog.”
“Good for you I have no intention of hurting him unless you step out of line. I now know what will make you do as you’re told. I don’t want a bitch for a wife. Whenever you try to piss me off, Lucas will be the one responsible. He’ll be coming home with us.” He tilted her chin up so she had no choice but to look at him, and he ran his thumb across her lips, sliding the tip just inside her mouth.
“Lick it,” he said.
She shook her head.
“You want to test me now. I’m being kind here.”
He saw the anger in her eyes, and he needed that. Laura wasn’t designed to be part of his world. She should have run away when she had the chance. There was no backing out now.
The tip of her tongue pressed against his thumb, and he pushed it into her mouth. “One day, you’re going to be sucking on my cock like this.”
She made to pull away, but she had nowhere to go. Sliding his thumb in and out, he cupped her pussy, and clearly, she didn’t expect it as she released a teasing moan. He loved the sound and wanted to hear it again.
The pajama bottoms did nothing to hide her from him or his touch.
Stroking her pussy, he felt the heat of her against his fingers and stared into her eyes, knowing fucking her, his enemy, would be a lot of fun.
Letting go of her neck, he slid his hand inside her pants and touched her.
She gripped his hand, and he found her already wet for him.
“Well, well, well, I didn’t expect this.”
“Let me go.”
“You belong to me, Laura. You’re not free anymore. In the eyes of our parents, my family, the world, you won’t have anything. You’re my possession. My toy. My property.”
“Fuck you.”
He chuckled against her neck. “Oh, believe me, I intend to fuck you. I’m going to fill you with my child, and you’re going to spread those thighs for me, accepting my dick and my kid.” He slammed his lips down on hers, biting her lip, and growling in the back of his throat as she tried to back away. “You will always be mine from now until you die.”
Chapter Two
Ten years ago
Laura picked up her doll. She didn’t like playing out in the back yard anymore. When the bad men came to their house, her mother always sent her outside rather than to her bedroom, and it was cold today. She’d have been safer in her bedroom because Antonio had brought his son, Marcus, for a visit, and he was so mean. He would pull on her hair or push her down.
None of the guards would ever step in or challenge him.
She knew without asking who was in charge, and she hated it.
“Aren’t you a bit old to be playing with dolls?”
Marcus advanced toward where she sat. There was no guard around, which was unusual. Her father always made sure someone was near her, and yet she was alone.
Getting to her feet, she glared at the boy. He was only three years older than she was, but the way he looked and talked, he reminded her so much of a grown up.
“Shouldn’t you be inside?”
He wore a suit. What fourteen-year-old wore a suit? At eleven, she knew he was dangerous, and had been on the receiving end of his wrath a few times, but she wasn’t afraid of him. She simply didn’t like fighting with him.
She hated violence, and her mother always said men liked placid women. Calm and vulnerable. If she didn’t fight back, Marcus would leave her alone.
She believed her mother to be talking bullshit.
No matter how well she behaved for Marcus, he always hated her. There was nothing she could do to stop him from hating her. This was how he was with her and how it would always be. Nothing was ever going to change between them. Not now or in a million years.
“I can be wherever the hell I want.”
She squared her shoulders, refusing to back down. There was no reason for her to be afraid.
“Then by all means, master, do whatever the hell you want.” She let out a squeal as he pushed her, and before she knew what was happening, he was standing on top of her.
“You’re nothing, Laura. Nothing.”
****
Pulling out of the memory, Laura stared at her reflection. She’d been woken up, dressed, and prepared for her upcoming wedding. There was no way she wanted to get married, but she didn’t have a choice. In the past couple of days, she’d tried to talk to her father, to get him to understand what the hell was going on, but nothing.