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“Why? I am nothing. I’m no one.”

Tony chuckles. “I beg to differ. I enjoyed my first taste while dressing you. Absolutely delectable.”

He licks his lips, and my stomach lurches as I begin shaking. Only fear keeps me from vomiting on the spot.

“What are you going to do to me?” I wrap my arms around my middle, trembling.

“Anything I want.” He pushes off the wall and slowly stalks toward me. “Whenever I want. You will remain in this room until I’m sure you understand your role in our marriage. That you dress as I want you to and remain in a constant state of arousal so I can fuck you when I please.”

My eyes flare. He’s insane.

A monster.

I’m too scared to speak, so I don’t, pleading with God to save me.

Wishing I’d listened to Declan.

Wishing I’d run away.

Wishing I had told my father to go to hell.

Tony runs a finger down my arm, revolting desire in his eyes. “When you’re trustworthy, I will give you freedom to roam the house. Then the grounds, over time.”

I swallow.

“I was tempted to fuck you, but licking your cunt was enough. When my ring is on your finger, then you get my cock.”

No, oh God, please no.

“But it’s not a problem, my dear fiancée. We don’t have to wait long. The priest is downstairs, ready for our nuptials.” He smiles, and fear embeds itself deep in my soul. “Then we have all night to play and explore, learning one another’s bodies.”

I can’t help it; I start sobbing.

Tony laughs but stops abruptly and slaps me hard on the face.

“Enough. Clean your face and make yourself presentable in the bathroom. Any more than five minutes and I’ll bend you over the tub and fuck your sweet pussy while you wear your wedding dress. You’ll have to say your vows with cum running down your thighs.”

I whimper.

“Please do. I am looking for any excuse to break my own rules.” He chuckles again.

I pull away and run toward a door I assume is the bathroom.

Five minutes.

My eyes dart around the room, searching for escape. I know there isn’t one, but I need to try. Or perhaps I’m better off dead than living through this horror for the rest of my life.

Declan.

Oh, my God.

What have I done?

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

DECLAN

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