I don’t remember who I am—or how I ended up in these strong male arms. He calls himself my husband, and I… I’m afraid to look him in the eye. I twisted and desperately moaned, but my attempts were nothing compared to the force that crashed down on me.
“Help! Please, someone!”
It felt like a game of cat and mouse. Three men with a bandit look were having fun with me. They passed me from one set of hands to another, filling me with hellish terror and pouring out absolute pleasure at the same time.
“Who are you? Why did you bring me here?”
“Don’t fight, and you’ll leave alive. Otherwise, they’ll carry you out feet first.”
Contains obscene language.
Virgin.
From hate to love.
Cruel hero