LOGINMy throat immediately dries up! Two simple words... That's all it takes for my knees to start wobbling! but inside my head, a switch suddenly flips and I take a deep breath.
Okay... I can do this. Right? It's just sex, Barbara! People do it every day... Millions of people. Billions, probably. And look at him! He is a drop-dead gorgeous, fiercely hot stranger. If I'm going to throw away my virginity to a random person to spite my family after they sold me off as a virgin bride to a gangster... I could have done a hell lot worse! I mean he's definitely an upgrade from Pierre Moretti and his smelly, sweaty palms...This man is a god compared to him! But still.... knowing that doesn't stop the furious trembling in my limbs. So I swallow hard and force my legs to move. I step forward, my feet shuffling awkwardly across the plush carpet as I make my slow, agonizing approach toward him... Like a nervous deer approaching a lion. It's fine, Barbara! Just... Act like you've been in a red-light sex dungeon before! The stranger’s piercing amber eyes watch my every move, tracking my slow progress across the room with a laser-like focus and the sheer intensity of his gaze makes me incredibly self-conscious... My hands feel awkward, my legs feel awkward... Everything feels awkward! I subconsciously tug at the low neckline of my skimpy dress and immediately his gaze follows the movement... His eyes drop then settles on my chest and heat floods my face. Oh no.... He definitely noticed that! His eyes are zeroed in on my breasts now and I watch his pupils dilate as his expression darkens into something heated and predatory... A shiver shoots straight down my spine and finally, my shuffling feet bring me to a halt right in front of his massive, towering frame. Or rather... Directly 'beneath' him... Because the height difference is ridiculous! I have to tilt my head back to even look at his face! Good grief... How is anyone this tall? Standing this close to him while he's completely shirtless is overwhelming and the heat radiating off his tattooed skin washes over me, until I start to feel lightheaded... I blink up at him, tilting my head back drastically just to meet his eyes. I swallow the massive lump in my throat, trying to find my voice. "Okay..." I start but my voice comes out way more breathy than I intended. Excellent start, Barbara... Very eloquent... "Um..." Seriously? I clear my throat quickly and try to sound composed. "I get that you want us to have, uh..." The words refuse to cooperate and my face burns hotter than a furnace. The stranger’s eyes narrow and his attention settles on my bright red, freckled cheeks as the blush completely consumes my face. I look down and my voice drops to a mortified, breathless whisper as I finally force the word out. "...Sex." One dark eyebrow lifts but he doesn't say anything, which only makes my nervousness skyrocket. I suddenly wish the floor would open and swallow me! I lick my dry lips anxiously... a purely subconscious gesture, but the moment my tongue touches my lip, his amber eyes drop to my mouth and my breath catches... For some reason that tiny shift in attention feels more intimate than anything I've ever experienced. I could have sworn his jaw ticks again, a muscle leaping beneath his perfect skin as he stares down at me. "But," I scramble to continue, my voice shaking as I try to regain control of the situation. "I just wanted to clear a few things up first" His expression remains unreadable. "I'm afraid you have the wrong idea about me. I'm not actually..." But before I can finish the sentence, his large, warm hand shoots forward to wrap firmly around my chin and my entire body freezes! His thumb brushes lightly against my jaw and my heart immediately forgets how to function! Up close his eyes are even more intense... Almost golden and impossible to look away from... I should probably say something... Anything but unfortunately my brain appears to have melted. With absolute ease, he tilts my head up a fraction higher, forcing me to look directly into his eyes. His gaze drops to my lips again with an intense burning focus, my heart pounds louder... Then louder still as the stranger takes one step forward and I instinctively take one step backwards.. He moves so smoothly I don't even realize he's caging me in until the small of my back hits the wall and he crowds right into my personal space... his broad, shirtless chest hovering mere inches from me... Trapping me between the wall and his massive body! Then his rough, calloused thumb begins to stroke my lower lip, moving slowly, back and forth... tracing the shape of my mouth and my heart is beating so fast now I'm genuinely concerned it might explode! Can he hear it? Because I can hear it... And it's embarrassing! Another tiny shiver runs through me as his eyes narrow at me again... This time it's almost thoughtful or fascinated as he continues to stroke my lips for a few more torturous seconds, his gaze heavy and intoxicating... Then finally, his lips part, and he speaks in that impossibly deep, gruff baritone. "You talk too much." There is a faint, almost imperceptible hint of amusement buried deep within his rough tone and a slight softening at the edge of his words. But his face remains completely straight and his expression is still an unreadable cold mask that it makes me think I must be completely imagining things... I blink up at him for a few seconds and my brain struggles to process his words before a spark of indignation flares up inside me and I bristle at his statement, my lips parting beneath his rough thumb as I try to defend myself. "I definitely do not..." But I never get to finish the sentence because in one swift, explosive motion, the stranger wraps his arm around my waist, his large, tattooed fingers gripping my hip with a possessive strength and pulls me flush against his hard body, lifting me slightly off my feet until my chest is pressed tightly against his bare pectorals! My pulse thunders and every coherent thought disappears as his mouth crashes against mine and all hell breaks loose!The stranger from the club stands beneath the open church doors, framed by the bright afternoon sunlight pouring in behind him. His expensive black suit fits his broad shoulders perfectly, and the dark tattoos climbing his neck disappear beneath his open collar. He doesn't look nervous. He doesn't even look impressed. He looks... Bored. Like the dozens of guns aimed directly at him are nothing more than a minor inconvenience... My eyes dart around the chapel to see that every single one of Pierre's men has a weapon pointed at him! Yet he doesn't even blink! The tattooed stranger from the club walks farther into the chapel and every other sound inside the church disappears... even my own breathing seems to stop until the only thing I can hear is the frantic pounding of my heart! Each footstep he takes feels like a countdown as I stare at him through my veil, frozen in disbelief! It's him... It's really him! The man who threw me out of his room like I meant absolutely nothing just fo
Every hair on my body stands up and I slowly look toward Pierre again to see he's smiling and watching me creepily ike a wolf waiting for dinner. My hands begin to tremble... What happened to his first wife?? Did he... No. Don't think about it, Barbara, Don't... We finally reach the altar and Gabe takes my hand and places it into Pierre's. The moment Pierre's fingers close around mine, I have to stop myself from pulling away... His grip is damp and revulsion crashes through me... I flinch away from his touch and he chuckles under his breath before stepping away. He isn't even looking at my face... His dark, greasy eyes are tracking the curve of my breasts hungrily through the white fabric of the dress and he licks his thin lips hungrily as he pulls me up onto the altar. The priest stands before us, holding a small leather Bible... He looks down at me, and for a split second, I see a flash of pity in his old eyes. He knows exactly what this is, He knows I am a lamb being led to the
I stopped counting after the fifth lash... Maybe there were ten, maybe there were twenty... I honestly don't remember anymore.... All I know is that by the following morning, severe pain shoots through my arms every time I move. I stand in front of the cracked bathroom mirror, staring at the angry red welts wrapped around my upper arm and shoulder... Some of them have already darkened into ugly purple bruises while others are still swollen. My fingers hover over one of them but I don't touch it because I already know it'll hurt. My skin is pale and my eyes are bloodshot as I tilt my arms under the light, tracing the bruises littering my skin. Last night was a nightmare... My step father didn't stop hitting me until his arm grew tired and after that, the pain had just turned into a dull, throbbing numbness... At first I'd thought crying would make me feel better, but it didn't... Nothing does. Suddenly, the bathroom door creaks open behind me and my Mother walks in staggering sligh
Dread floods my stomach as I watch my stepfather's lips curl into a creepy smile! And somehow that's worse than if he'd been angry! I've never seen him smile... Except that one time mum got into an accident and couldn't walk for a month... "Well...." His gaze drags slowly over my body and I suddenly wish I was wearing armor instead because of the filthy way his eyes rake up my dress! "Look who finally decided to come home... It's well past midnight. I was starting to think you had run away." Every instinct inside me screams danger and I take a step backward. Somehow that makes him more excited because he stands up and his smile widens. "Where do you think you're going?" Before I can react, he's already crossing the room and his fingers close around my arm! Hard! Pain shoots through my hand and I flinch. "Let me go." I rasp and his eyes narrow. "What was that?" Shit! I look around desperately, but my mother isn't here to rescue like before. She's probably passed out somewhere dru
"What is wrong with you...?" I'm kneeling on the carpet now, completely naked beneath his gaze and trying to understand why the atmosphere in the room has transformed from scorching hot to ice-cold in the span of a single heartbeat! The stranger's amber eyes are terrifying now... And it's not just because he's angry, he actually looks horrified and I don't understand why! All I said was my name?! "What... did I do?" I ask breathlessly and I watch as his jaw flexes in response. "Get out!" The words crack through the room like a whip and I stare at him in disbelief! For a second, I honestly wonder if I've imagined everything... The attraction, the chemistry. The way he'd looked at me, touched me... The way he'd kissed me! Was that all in my head? Because the man standing in front of me now looks like he literally can't stand the sight of me! The realization punches me right in the chest... But why should it affect me! I've known him for less than an hour... He's a complete stranger
A wave of embarrassment crashes over me, replacing the sex haze in my mind and I tug uselessly at the handcuffs, "Uh… Not anymore?" I manage to mutter weakly and my voice sounds incredibly small in the heavy silence of the room. Suddenly, the stranger moves swiftly to the silver handcuffs and he snaps them open, releasing my wrists... But before I can even bring my aching arms down, his large hands grip my waist and flips me onto my back in one effortless motion and he hovers over me... Trapping me into the bed. I swallow nervously as his hand shoots forward and his fingers clamp down hard around my jaw, tilting my face up and forcing me to look directly into his blazing amber eyes... "You’re not one of the new girls, are you?" His jaw is ticking furiously now and a muscle leaps in his cheek. "Why didn’t you tell me you were a fucking virgin?" He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. "I don’t fuck virgins!" The sudden anger in his voice sparks an instant wave of indignation i
My throat immediately dries up! Two simple words... That's all it takes for my knees to start wobbling! but inside my head, a switch suddenly flips and I take a deep breath. Okay... I can do this. Right? It's just sex, Barbara! People do it every day... Millions of people. Billions, probably.
The door clicks shut with a final thud that echoes right through the soles of my feet to my very bones as I stand frozen in the center of the room... Slowly, the full weight of where I am crashes down on me like an avalanche!The room is covered entirely in deep, scarlet red tones... It looks less
My face burns so hot I’m almost convinced steam is about to start pouring from my ears! "I... I don’t have..." I stammer helplessly, clutching my drink tighter like the sweating glass can somehow save me from this conversation and across from me, Rhyssa hums lazily, completely ignoring my despera
I have twelve more hours... The thought loops endlessly in my head like a curse as neon lights flash violently across the nightclub ceiling, painting the writhing crowd below in shades of blue, pink, and blood-red... It's just twelve more hours remaining until my worst nightmare becomes real...







