บททั้งหมดของ Wrecked By My Bully: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

MELANIE The trucker pulled me along the cracked, cold asphalt of the parking lot, and every step was an agonizing surrender that was beyond my control. I glanced over my shoulder, staring at the neon sign in the window that seemed so harsh now, growing further away with every step I was forced to take. Every once in a while there was a faraway, ceaseless hum of the trucks plowing down the freeway. It blended into this disorienting soundtrack that drowned out the thrumming of my pulse in my ears. “Stop,” I said again and tried yanking my arm free. But he just gripped me tighter, bruising. My muscles strained in futile resistance against Ivan’s grasp. It was like iron and unyielding as he dragged me closer to his waiting semi. Every fiber of my being screamed to break free—even as the terror of my predicament rendered my limbs heavy and unresponsive. The chill of the night air against my bare skin was almost painful, and it mingled with the potent stench of diesel fumes, tar, and

MELANIE I sat there, heart pounding in my ears, the weight and darkness of the night pressing down on me. In that stillness, I knew I had to feign the compliance he expected—anything to give me a chance to survive. I forced my face into an expression of resigned submission. Every muscle in me screamed to flee, yet I played the part of the obedient captive. My mind raced with plans for escape, calculating the precise moment when I might catch him off guard. Because the thought of inaction was more unbearable than any other risk. For several agonizing minutes, the oppressive quiet was punctuated only by Ivan’s slow, measured breaths and the distant murmur of the dark road. I wasn't looking at him, but I couldfeelhis eyes on me—a silent, predatory appraisal that made my skin crawl. He’d taken his hand off my thigh to cut the engine of the truck, but now it was back, harder and firmer than before as he jerked me across the seat so I was nearly on top of his lap. And still I said noth

IVAN I pulled her pussy lips apart and just stared at how pretty and pink she was. “So fucking hot,” I growled and spat directly on her swollen, little clit and watched my saliva drip down her slit and toward her ass. Melanie inhaled sharply and shook her head, whispering, “No. I don’t want this.” I chuckled darkly. “Your body tells another story.” She gripped my head, ripping my ball cap off, and tried to push me away. But she was no match for my strength and how much I wanted to suck on her cunt. I wanted to make Melanie come all over my face. I wanted to force an orgasm from her so she cried and hated herself. “Sweet, soft little pussy,” I murmured against her now soaked pussy and dragged my tongue through her slit. I nipped at her swollen clit, causing her to moan and cry and curse me out. I latched onto her clit again and sucked it in hard and deep. Her scent and flavor drove me crazy. I growled like a wild animal as I ate her out. This moment, this woman made me feel fr

I was arranged to marry a monster—the heir to the Italian mafia throne.I didn’t want him, but he’d take what he wanted from me, regardless.It wasn’t just for better or worse.He was also my first cousin*******ANTONIO“I’ve found you a suitable wife, Antonio,” my father Carlos said lazily to me as he tapped a pen on the top of his office desk.“Good. It’s about time a marriage was arranged,” I replied. I was ready to settle down and start creating heirs.My father—the eldest son of the Luciano family—ran our world like the empire it was. My uncle Francisco sat on the other side of my father’s chair and remained silent.Francisco smoothed his hands over his blood-red tie, a smirk on his face. It was clear he wasn’t paying any attention to the conversation at hand. Then again, I could smell the rank pussy all over him. No doubt the two of them had just gotten back from one of the many titty clubs they owned. Probably fucked their way through all the girls.As next in line to run the

NINAI knew my role in this life. I knew I was to submit, to be quiet, and to do what my husband said when he said it. I’d been raised that way from birth. It was all I’d ever known.And I kept my mouth shut when I disagreed with any of it.“I’m going to die today,” I said to myself as I stared at my reflection.Today was my wedding day, the first day of my marriage. An arranged one to a cruel, heartless man.I’d heard the countless rumors of Antonio Luciano before. My mother’s nephew.He was a killer, a torturer. He reveled in being brutal and vicious.And now I was going to be tied to him for the rest of my life.My gown was nothing more than a costume for a wedding that was just for show, when the marriage itself was merely based on blood, money, and power. I was a pawn in a deadly chess game. The mouse for a hungry feline.“Look happy, Nina, or you’ll ruin the day,” Lilliana, my mother, warned as she walked around me and picked off nonexistent lint from my crystal-studded dress.S