Page 23 of His Stolen Bride


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“Elliot, I’m not on the pill,” she said, struggling to find words.

“You don’t need it,” he rasped, “there’ll be nothing between my cock and your pussy.”

She couldn’t worry about that now. Not when the blinding agony of having her virginity taken by a man who was always going to be too big for her devastated her.

And she was too small and inexperienced for him.

Yet he was inside her body. She had taken a huge part of him inside her and now she hugged him to her, tightly. Afraid if he moved he’d reignite the pain again.

This time she clung to him, the same way her walls clung to his cock. Her pussy quaked around him as he demanded she open up for him even more. He forced his way into her and she parted for him helplessly.

He crushed her to him, possessing her, owning her. Giving her no choice but to obey him.

Vivian bit her lip. Elliot reached down and touched her clit. The touch shocked her. Her pussy spasmed and she came in one deep soul-changing ripple.

It was so wrong. The cost of coming with Elliot’s cock inside her killed her. She hadn’t been thinking about her cousin and her uncle. She had thought only of herself.

Oh god, what had she done?

“Tobias,” she whispered hoarsely, fighting to be heard as if she were wading through a ferocious thunderstorm screaming for help.

“I need to be with Tobias. Please let me go.”

Darkness thundered from him. Her saying Tobias’ name evoked a cruelty in him that scared her. His hand crept to her throat, squeezing just enough to let her know how fragile she was under his touch.

Elliot spared her nothing. He took possession of her body like he owned her. He bit her lips and soaked her dress to get to her nipple. He fucked her so hard, so deeply, she had no defense mechanism in place except to let him do what he wanted to her. But nothing could have prepared her for the way his cock tightened and became harder and bigger.

She gasped in shocked wonder as he came inside her. Filling her pussy with his cum. Changing who she was.

He squeezed her throat again.

“That’s the last time you will ever say his name. That’s the last time you will think his name. And if you slip up one more time I’m going to find him and bring him here and make you watch me while peel off his skin and bit by bit before I kill him,” he said softly but the roughness of his voice brushed over every cell in her body and made her quake for him against her better judgment.

“I hate you,” she whispered. How could he do this to her? He changed everything. She hated him with her whole heart. Her whole mind and soul and body.

He pulled out of her and then stood up.

Vivian couldn’t move. She could barely pull the throw over her trembling body.

For every one step she took forward, she took two steps in the complete opposite direction.

“No other woman, except you, has ever slept in my bed or anywhere here.”

Chapter Thirteen

Vivian didn’t know what to make of the last words Elliot had delivered straight after taking her virginity.

Did she believe him? It seemed impossible yet she did believe him. Without doubt. It didn’t mean he was a saint. It just meant he hadn’t brought any of his conquests to his apartment.

She had to have her brain examined again if that was the kind of thing that softened the blow a little when in reality she was drowning in a sea filled with uncertainty, fear, and dread.

She shook her head. It didn’t matter one way or the other. So she didn’t know why she cared about it so much.

After giving herself a short moment to catch her breath, she rose gingerly from the bed. Her body ached in places she didn’t know she had muscles.

The instant she stood up, she blushed a hundred shades of red. From under her dress Elliot’s cum, seeped from her pussy and drizzled down the inside of her thighs.

The realization that she was no longer a virgin ringed through her with such stunning shock she thought she might need to sit down again.

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