Lahat ng Kabanata ng STUCK: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

She stared at the reflection of a beautiful woman. Dark hair, black eyes, red fabric, and tears. She was used to staring at the arabesque design on the border of her mirror, finding it more stare-worthy than herself. Not today. Today she stared at herself. Not comptemtuous, not sad. Just numb. She knew this was to happen any day now and it had. She had prepared herself enough to not shed any tears now. As much as her eyes brimmed full , she trapped her emotions inside, holding herself together. She half expected her marriage to be fixed with some other Indian bastard. At least then she wouldn't have had to leave her country, but yesterday when she heard Italians' forthcoming, she had nothing to say. The mere idea of settling in a new place with complete strangers haunted her and it would have haunted anyone if they knew whose hand she was promised to. Her father hadn't told her a word about whom she was to marry. It was as if she was just a good to be transported in exchange of r

There it was, the most awaited email. In front of it sat Tara unsure how to feel about it. She had managed to get an interview after months of hardwork but not only did her husband had made it clear that she wouldn't work but the interview had been arranged on her wedding day. She scoffed at the irony, at the cruel fate of life that probably laughed viciously on Tara. I shouldn't have hoped It had been 3 days since she had met the nameless man. Her bags had been packed by her dutiful maids, her father busy in the wedding preparations due in two days. All she was told to do was sit in her room and look pretty as maids took care of her. She was convinced no matter what beauticians tried to do, they'd never even come closer to make her stand-able next to him. He was out of this world. His curly stiff hair, sharp gaze and chiseled tall physique was made for a women entirely different than her. Even if she was to convince him to let her work, seduction was out of the question. Not onl

There she sat stark naked in her window, feeling disgustingly humiliated and utterly helpless in front of a man that held no pity, no warmth. He watched her as if she was hewed out of precious diamond, perfectly tailored for him, her soft incandescent skin shining under moonlight. She grew uncomfortable at his gaze shamelessly roaming on her body, not masking his unholy intentions. His eyes perilously tingled her skin as if fondling without touch, licking without tongue, devouring without mouth. Her struggles grew as she helplessly watched his gaze becoming penetrative, insinuating his desire. His hold on her hands tightened with her growing defiance, his fist enough to control both her wrists behind her back, closing their distance further, the thin fabric of his shirt wrinkling like a poor barricade between their skins. She had never felt so vulnerable at a man's feet, at the doorstep of fate who played a brutal game with her frailty. And in all the situations she couldn't but w

Wedding had been fairly simplistic. Except for the presence of some of the most deadly people in Italy, everything appeared minimalistic. Her white dress had been exactly of her size, complementing her soft curves at just the right places. She walked down an aisle alone. Her long cathedral veil, minimum makeup and simple bun did not hinder her way from attracting attention. Now that she knew what kind of power she had married to, it all made sense, the fawning appreciation, narrowing gazes, inundating importance, everything. At the end of aisle he offered his hand like a gentleman. Engulfing her small hand in his, pulling her closer, she didn't dare look from floor, drenched in sweat and shame, feeling his sharp gaze through the sheer veil. As priest said rites of marriage her hand started profusely sweating, the quiver of her lips visible. Never in her dreams had she thought she would ever get married to Italian don. "Do you Donavan Frantino, take Tara Rao as your lawfully wedded

She limped stomach first on the bed, utterly exhausted. After withdrawing fifth orgasm from her he had finally cum inside her. He had her bending in every possible position, each allowing him penetrate her at different angles. Just when she'd start thinking it'll be over soon, he'd pick her up, and begin all over. Her throat was parched from how much she had moaned, louder each orgasm, begging him to give her a break but his wildness seemed to have no end. Not once did he become the source of sound except for when his flesh would hit her insides, the room was all about her, her screams, her moans, her pleads.He saw his cum oozing out of her pussy as she laid limp in his bed. He gently pushed his cum back in her pussy ensuring she was brimmed with his seed. This is all to get her pregnant. It hadn't been a week getting to actually know her but imagining her bearing his children had his possessivity intensifying. As soon as she is pregnant she wouldn't wanna continue her job too. His