Selena I stare at the girl in the mirror. She looks exactly like me, but it can't be me. For the past two days, I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, the only image I could see was him- the barbaric stranger who chose me as his own.  Although I'm more apathetic and tired than usual, I still want to find something to make me feel a little happier.  It's hard to accept that one of them chose me. I struggle to learn things and their customs to fit in. All that, and the horrible thoughts of the man who will come here to take me away from everything I love.  I put my hair in a ponytail and bite my lip to distract myself, but as soon as I

Selena Never in my life have I felt how quickly time can pass. Since the day Kane stormed out of my bedroom, I could almost see seconds turning into minutes and those morph into hours, bringing me closer to the dreaded day.  I feel more pressure with each passing day, especially from my mother. Sometimes, after her lectures, I feel guilty for lying to Kane. But the guilt doesn't last- I've gained more time.  "Selena, princess, please leave the bedroom," my mother suddenly appears by my bedroom door. What in the world? Why does she sound so concerned all of a sudden? "I'm drained, maybe tomorrow." I yawn and turn to my other side.  She storms

Selena As soon as I open my eyes, my head feels like a bucket. I stretch my sore limbs and sigh in content as my skin brushes against the silk sheets.  I rub my eyes and sit up in bed. My vision settles on a huge painting, and I immediately jump out of bed. This isn't my bedroom.  "Where am I?" I whisper as my eyes take in the surroundings. This isn't Beatrice's bedroom either. I try to remember everything that happened yesterday. To make it more sense, I mutter the words to follow the memories. "Think, Selena, think. You met Beatrice and agreed to go to the club with her. You had a few drinks and then..." I slap my hands over my mouth as a sharp gasp escapes me. Angered, I pace the bedroom and snarl, "Kan

Kane If it wasn't Selena who slapped me, but another woman, I wouldn't take it so lightly.  My first reaction is pure shock. Selena seems weak, but she has the nerve to raise her hand at me.  The shock wears off within seconds, and anger overtakes my senses. I take a few deep breaths and try to calm down. Though I'm angry at Selena, her damn slap has me aroused.  My erection is pressing so hard against the zipper of my jeans that it hurts. I stare at Selena and bite my bottom lip as possible scenarios run through my mind. The only thing I can focus on is her, bent over my knee, red marks on her round ass. I think of how I could fuck the sass and resi

Selena I wince at the dark undertone in his words. At first, I think Kane suggests I do something, but the smirk spreading across his lips makes him look like he just challenged me.  My knees buckle, but I pretend his words don't affect me. I'm scared to bits, but I refuse to avert my gaze.  "What the Hell is that supposed to mean?" I hiss. Kane chuckles and closes his eyes. "It's such a shame to hear such a horrible word pass your lips." My eyes widen at his statement. What's happening? Why is Kane acting like this? "You know what, I'm not in the mood to play your games, Kane. Or should I call you Onyx? If I do, will you show me a little respect,