Her father planned to give her to someone else. I decided to take her myself.
Amelia Dudek will be my bride, even if I have to drag her down the aisle and force a blushing yes from her quivering lips with the marks of my belt still seared across her beautiful bottom.
She can fight all she wants, but one way or another that pretty dress will come off and her wedding night will be spent screaming my name as her helpless body is ruthlessly ravaged.
This is not about love.
She is a pawn in a brutal game, to be used for my purposes, my needs, and my pleasure.
But now that she is mine, I defy any man to take her from me.
Author: Measha Stone
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Length: 67,000 words
“This isn’t about being sorry,” he said, bringing the belt down again. “It’s about learning. Have you learned, Amelia?”
“Yes!” I cried out, waiting for the next lash, but nothing came.
“What did you learn?” he asked, not even sounding winded while my lungs could barely keep up with the demand for air.
“If I run, you’ll find me. You’ll punish me.” I rubbed my cheek across the pillow, wiping away the tears that rolled down.
“I will, Amelia.” His fingertips touched my tailbone, just above where my asscheeks parted. “I will punish you severely every time you do something so reckless. You know Sebastian Gorecki isn’t a good man and he’s not going to take the news of losing you easily. Until we’re married, you’re not safe.”
His fingers slipped between my cheeks, brushing over my tight back hole. “Has anyone fucked you here?” he asked.
My mind whirled with the change in subject. Why would Sebastian put me in danger?
He tapped my asshole with his middle finger. “Have you been fucked in the ass, Amelia?” he asked again.
My entire body clenched. “No.” I shook my head, keeping my face buried in the pillow.
He moved his hand lower and lower until he came to my wet pussy. I squeezed my eyes closed, willing my body to stay loyal to me, not to expose my want to him.
“Such a wet pussy,” he said casually, sliding his fingers through my folds until he reached my clit. With one touch, my body trembled with relief. I ached with pain, and I ached with need. All because of him.
“It’s just a reaction.” I muttered, trying hopelessly to defend myself.
He chuckled. “It’s a good reaction.” He pushed his middle finger into my passage, and I had to fist the bedding to keep from moaning with the pleasure of his intrusion. “Will you come if I keep this up?” he asked, thrusting his finger in and out of me.
I nodded into the pillow, sliding my knees apart a little more. My need was so great, I no longer cared about the burn in my ass, or the soreness of my throat, or the desperation of my situation. I only knew his touch could put out the inferno in my belly.
“Then I have to stop.” He pulled his finger out and leaned over my body, shoving his finger against my lips. “Clean the mess you made.”
I parted my lips, and it only took that little act of obedience for him to shove his finger into my mouth. I licked my juices from his thick finger, wanting to beg him to touch me again.
When his finger was clean, he climbed back off the bed. I pulled my knees up to my chest as he tucked his belt back into the loops.
“I’ll keep your vibrator for now,” he said, patting his pocket. “Keep your hands off that pussy tonight. You don’t get any pleasure until I give it to you. Do you understand?”