CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
STELLA
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I wake up to find myself lying on black sheets, dressed in a wedding gown.
I sit up and place a hand on my head.
Ouch.
At first, I’m confused, but then slowly reality starts to creep back, and immediately I start panicking.
Oh, God.
I was carried out of my father’s home, my mouth gagged, and then I felt a needle.
After that, just darkness.
I glance down at the dress again, scrunching it in my hands and scramble off the bed. Someone undressed me and...I start bunching up the material and, before my hands reach my thighs, I know I’m wearing lingerie that doesn’t belong to me.
Oh Jesus, it’s those crotchless panties.
I gag, clutch my stomach, and start searching for a way out of this room. I try the door and find it locked.
No, no, no.
I run over to the window, wobbly on my feet, grabbing the back of an armchair to steady me on the way.
Are they...bars? Oh, my fucking God, I’m in a prison.
Panic sets in, and I can barely breathe.
“Help! Help me.” I grab the bars, staring down at the people in the driveway.
“Ah, my dramatic bride. You’re awake,” a masculine voice says behind me.
I spin around.
Tony stands in the doorway dressed in a black suit, his hair slicked back as if ready to...attend a wedding.
Our wedding.
No.
No, I can’t do this now. He’s taken me against my will. This is not what I agreed to. My father just stood there and let him take me.
Fuck him.
He can float in the Hudson until the sea life eats him slowly. That motherfucker. Tears slide down my cheeks as the pain of that truth sinks in.
“This is kidnapping. You need to let me go,” I whimper.
“Not really.” Tony smiles, leaning against the doorway. “Your father owed me a lot of money. You are valuable to me now.”
“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?