PROLOGUE

Ryan's hands were soft against my waist but his lips– God, his lips were extremely warm on my neck dragging slowly like he was memorizing the taste of my skin. My brain had completely checked out and I was perfectly fine with that, if I'm being quite honest with myself.

Six whole fucking years of keeping my head down, living in that house out of fear and always making myself feel small, quiet and easy to overlook. Years past and I'm still nobody's priority but everyone's fucking problem. Then, there was Ryan taking all of me in and making me feel like I was his goddess.

His fingers tightened on my hips, the grip was firm and instantly my hormones rose through the roof. “This is a bad idea,” I whispered, but my body betrayed me, arching into him, already wet and aching.

“The worst and best ones I've ever had,” he agreed, murmuring against my throat, voice low and slightly rough, then pulled me closer to his chest like he owned me. The whole situation made me laugh honestly because even though I was nervous my skin was still calling his name out loud. 

He pulled me against his chest, and I felt every hard inch of him pressing between us. His free hand slid up my back, then dusted gently into my hair titling my head slightly. That alone made heat flood straight to my core.

I moaned softly, the sound slipping out before I could stop it. Six years of swallowing every filthy thought, now my skin was on fire. Cunt throbbing, thighs slick and sticky. 

I was trembling, hips rocking against him, chasing the friction I desperately needed. He chuckled in a low tone, the vibration passed through me and tightened his grip in my hair just enough to make me gasp.

“There she is," he said quietly. “My sexy Mamacita. I want to be the reason why you won't make use of your legs for two weeks.”

I was two seconds away from begging and dropping to my knees or letting him bend me over right there – when the door swung open.

We both turned in the same direction and saw it was Victoria who stood in the frame with her phone raised up a bit high. It looked like she was recording us because the lights were already blinking. 

“Fucking hell!!.” Ryan exclaimed.

She had a smile of accomplishment on her face and instantly I jumped on top of Ryan's cock almost falling down on my side.

“Shit,” I said quietly, trying to cover up. She knew all along. She had always known about my little secret I guess and from the looks of things, she's been planning for a moment like this because that devilish smile doesn't appear that often on Victoria's face. I knew that the moment my life changed at sixteen years.

Ryan got up in pain I think, but before he could utter a word, Victoria interrupted him. I looked at Victoria and she looked back at me, it felt like a staring competition at this point. She has always been nothing but a pain in my ass.

She lowered her phone.

"Mother wants to see you, I've been waiting for this moment for so long" she said and walked out with an evil laugh.

~ ~ ~ ~

Three weeks later I was standing at an altar in a dress that wasn't mine waiting for a man I had never met. 

Ryan was somewhere on the other side of the city thinking I had chosen this. I didn't choose shit. 

Instead I let others choose for me, but watch me make it count.