Chapter １１０

As he slammed me against the seat, he tore the garment he felt was so precious.

“Luke”

He said, “You're mine,” and I was his. His heated mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth worked my throat on the plush limo seat. I murmured, nerves tingling. I couldn't say no.

No air, no thought. Luke's hands were everywhere, and my corset made it hard to breathe. I saw stars as he half-removed, half-ripped my wedding dress, exposing my breasts and pantyhose. His hot lips descended on my neck,

I worried whether I'd married a hidden vampire who would consume my virgin body. Not me. Except for my ass, and judging by the way he was rubbing it, he didn't want me to be virgin there for long.

The notion hit me like a rocket when he scraped his teeth on my collarbone and then kneeled alongside me in the limo. He softly but firmly grabbed my chin.

“I'm fucking you,” he said. “You'll scream.”