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© 2017 by Shanna Handel

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He demands revenge, and I’m the one he wants.  

 

This is vengeance for what my mother did. 

Millions of euros that he plans to take out on my virgin body. 

Seductive day by day, punishing hour by hour. 

His shameful ways leave my skin on fire.

 

Forever, ‘til death do us part. 

 

He's older and experienced. I’m shamefully naive.

I have to find a way out of this, but he's too dangerous. 

His power terrifies me. His punishing touch tempts me.

His dominant ways leave me wet and wanting more.

 

Do I submit and become his obedient young wife, or try to break free?

 

 

EXCERPT

 

Each word is clear and firm as he demands, “Didn’t I tell you to stay in the car?” 

I’m getting wet when I should be getting angry. Speechless, I clear my throat, shift my weight, and pull away. “I’m not a child.”

“Yet somehow you’ve found yourself under the care of a daddy.” His hand drops.

Daddy.

Rational thoughts don’t come, and his statement leaves me wordless, wet, and squirming with shame. Shaking my head, finally, I stutter, “Th...that’s not… a thing.” 

“Isn’t it?” He eyes me, studying every flicker of emotion on my face.

Hearing that taboo, weighted word fall from those perfect lips of his shifts something deep within me—something I can’t put words to, but I know what hearing that word makes me feel. 

Blazing licks of fiery shame everywhere.

Daddy…

The word instantly dredges up my deep-seated desire for protection and care and childhood feelings of safety—which I assume came with the role of daddy’s girl. Deeper still, the ultimate desire to submit to a man in control, one you trust. 

Warm, fuzzy feelings of attachment lead to something hotter... 

Power and dominance. 

The idea of submitting to him in every way. 

 

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