Stolen Innocence (Stolen 0.5)

“Wait for your wedding night,” Vicente drawled. “If you want her to give you an heir, make it official.”

“No,” this time, the refusal left me on a horrified moan. “I won’t marry you. I won’t. I love Adrián.”

“You love me from now on,” Hugo hissed. His hot tongue licked at the tear that trailed down my cheek.

I gagged against the bile that rose in the back of my throat.

“Let me go,” I demanded, desperate. “I want Adrián.”

“You’re not a little girl anymore,” Vicente told me, his tone heavy with vindictive satisfaction. “What you want doesn’t matter. You’ll obey your husband from now on.”

“He’s not my husband,” I shouted. I writhed in Hugo’s grip. His lascivious grin filled my vision, the reek of his sickly-sweet cologne invading my senses. His cock jerked against me.

“Adrián!” I screamed for him, a foolish, childish part of me believing he’d come racing into the bedroom to save me.

He had to come save me. He had to.

But that was a naive little girl’s fantasy. I was a woman now, and Hugo made sure to teach me what that meant.

The End