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“So tight,” I heard him mutter to himself, eyes centered on my pussy. “So perfect. It’s too bad you had to be such a naughty girl. This could have been so much easier on you.”

I gritted my teeth, wanting to thrash and curse him but afraid I might rip if I moved too quickly.

“Have you learned your lesson, Angel?” Gaven’s question was nearly lost on me as my entire mind was focused on the tightness of his fist in my cunt. It took a moment for the words to catch up with my consciousness.

Unable to even resist, I replied quickly. “Yes!” I snapped. “Yes! I’ve learned my lesson!”

“Will you accept my ring?” he asked, thrusting his fist against my insides again.

“Yes!” My head turned back and forth as more tears leaked out, streaming down my face, sticking to my cheeks.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” It was all I could say. Yes. Yes. Yes. Anything to stop this madness. Anything to free me from the agony.

Then, as if he could sense just how close to the line I was, his free hand moved down and his fingers plucked at my clit. Suddenly, a rush of fresh slick wetness gushed around his hand. It had nothing to do with the lube that eased his passage. It was all me.

Humiliation burned through my mind and body.

No, I didn’t want to like this.

He’d taken my virginity in the worst possible way. Forcing his hand into my body and ripping it from me like the monster I’d always suspected him of being. I couldn’t … I couldn’t get off on that. It wouldn’t be right.

Yet, the reality of pleasure was right there. He thrust into me, spearing my pussy with his fist as his fingers tortured my clit, sending me up a cliff so steep, the way back down would shatter me into a million pieces.

“You’ll be mine, Angel,” he growled out through gritted teeth. “You’ll take my seed and only my seed, bear my children, and then offer your holes to me for pleasure or pain. Do you understand? Say it, tell me yes.”

I couldn’t deny him. Not anymore. Not like this. So, as I next parted my lips and the orgasm that had been just out of reach earlier finally crashed into me like a tidal wave. I screamed out a broken, “Yes!”

As I did, Gaven pinched my clit between his fingers, sending me ever higher until the world faded into blackness. Oblivion opened its arms and took me into its bosom.

When I finally came to, I found that my pussy was sore, but empty, open and gushing wetness onto the mattresses. Gaven stood over me, quickly wiping his fingers clean. There was blood too. I saw. On his hand. My virginity was now gone—taken, not by a man’s cock, but by his fist. I shuddered. He reached forward and untied my neck from the headboard. His fingers smoothed around my throat as my lashes fluttered.

Exhaustion weighed into me, taking me further away. Lifting me into a sea of sleep and carrying me far, far away. In a world that had nothing to do with mafia men or bondage or even hated marriages.

Just before I was completely lost, though, I heard Gaven’s voice. “Sleep, Angel … tomorrow things will be different. The punishment is over now. You’re back to being my good girl, and my good girl will be well taken care of.” As if to prove his words, a few moments later, I felt a warm washcloth slide over my skin. He was cleaning me—as if I were his doll.

Taken care of, my ass,I thought snidely.Still, I had to admit … that … had been an experience of a lifetime. The orgasm had been stronger than any I’d managed to get on my own. It’d been terrifying. It’d been overwhelming. But now … it was over, and I was slowly drifting back to the harsh reality that made this man more than just a fucked up sexual deviant but my future husband.

To have and to hold … until death would we part.

14

ANGEL

My throat was sore, but more than that, my nipples fuckinghurt. They were aching, puckered little things and every scrape against the inside of my bra made me wince even days after Gaven had tracked me down and thoroughly violated me as punishment for running away.

The trip back to the Price Estate had been a silent one, and no one said a word when I was brought back. They didn’t even glance at the faint ring of reddened skin around my throat from Gaven’s necktie. I was so humiliated by them, that I doubled the layers of my makeup to cover them. Thankfully they were lightening faster than I anticipated, but I expected I’d have to wear foundation on the wedding day as well. That was, unless I was expected to wear his first gift—that stupid diamond collar. It would just be another way to cover them up.

The only person who seemed just as upset at my return as me was Jackie who glared at me as I was led inside with Gaven’s hand tight around my arm. My father had been disappointed. That much was clear from the dark look on his face, but other than thanking Gaven for finding me and bringing me home so quickly, he hadn’t said more than a few words to me.

And just like that, the days began to pass in a blur. The wedding approached and I was under constant watch. Even the guards seemed more wary of me. What little room I’d had to escape before had evaporated. It was only a few short days before the ceremony that it all came to a head—my own internal riot of emotions manifesting in the worst possible way. My dreams … or rather my nightmares.

It began with a feeling—happiness.It spread throughout my body. A sensation that filled me as I lay on a cushion so soft it made me want to roll back and forth like a cat. It was my own bed, I realized. The one from my childhood, though, surrounded by fluff and pink ribbons and white lace.

I sat up and stared around my bedroom, curious and confused. The longer I sat there, the more the happiness swelling inside of me disappeared and new, darker emotions took its place. The thread of anger, hurt, and betrayal grew in the pit of my stomach. I wasn’t entirely sure why, but it was there nonetheless, and no matter how I tried to push it down, it kept coming back with a vengeance. Cramping my insides until I swore I could feel Gaven’s fist inside me again—reaching up through my pussy, pounding my insides so harshly—far more harshly than he’d done in reality—I swore I was being ripped to shreds from the inside out.

Jerking up from the bed, I stumbled forward and nearly went down on my knees. Looking down, I gaped at the ground beneath my feet. Not the soft carpet of my bedroom floor but dirt.

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