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treatment of me.
    That horrified me more than what he had done to me.
    He pulled his finger from me and pushed me to the floor. I fell onto my back, crying out as my ass touched the hard floor. He dropped to his knees, spreading my thighs and lifting my skirts.
    Realizing he was about to take all that was left of my virtue, I shook my head but he ignored me. He pulled his massive cock from his trousers and leaned forward, rubbing it between the sopping lips of my pussy. I tried to close my legs, earning a look from him. “Lie still.”
    I stopped moving, seeing the trancelike look in his eyes and hearing the rage in his voice. I was still, even when his hands ripped open my dress, exposing my breasts. He groped them, swallowing them up with his mighty hands, as his cock rubbed between pussy lips.
    He didn’t enter me. He didn't even hurt me. He thrust, rutting against me, until he was done. He jerked and sat back, stroking his cock and shooting the seed across my bared chest.
    His fingers squeezed hard, milking the head of the cock to get more of the white fluid onto me.
    I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side as he finished. My pussy ached and my chest was cold from the liquid coating my breasts.
    He grabbed my arms, ripping me up from the floor and pressing me against the wall. He did his pants up and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping my breasts roughly. “You will be my wife, Belle. Your father gave his consent. When I get you to my house, I am going to ruin you for all other men, just as I promised I would.”
    I shook my head, as the stimulated high I had falsely plunged into fell from me. My voice cracked, but I looked him straight in the eye, making certain he knew he had not killed my spirit with his disgusting cruelty. “My father is not here and no one witnessed his consent. I will deny him ever giving it to you.”
    “Who would believe you?” His fingers bit in, gripping harder.
    “Who would believe you want to marry me?” I laughed boldly, tying my dress back up. “They’ll all know you ruined my virtue and I WILL tell everyone who will listen it was done against my will.”
    He flinched at my words.
    He knew no one would believe he wanted to marry the poor mender’s daughter—but raping a gentleman’s daughter, no matter how crazy he was, was wrong.
    His lips toyed with a grin for a moment before he dragged me through the house. “I don't give a good goddamned what anyone thinks.” He spoke with the same determination he had walked in with.
    “Please, Gaston, don't do this! You have already dishonored me enough!” I slapped and fought and cried, but he didn't even flinch at the striking or pinching.
    He lifted me over his shoulder at the door and started into the woods. I jolted with each step as his feet angrily marched through the dense forest.
    He didn't speak. He didn't need to.
    I could tell he was angry and this was going to end badly. I resigned myself to the fact I would be made to do things—I would be made to marry him. He would find a priest. He would make it happen.
    My father would not be able to save me. Even if he found investors, he would not be back in time. The only solace I could take comfort in was that if he did find the benefactors he needed, at least then he could get away from all of this.

 

Chapter Three

 
    Gaston stalked to his house, stopping just short of the extensive manor home and placing me on the ground. I was lightheaded as the blood rushed from my head and my knees buckled.
    His lifted me back to my feet as his eyes searched mine for a moment before speaking, “You will behave, or I will see that there is nothing that will protect your father from my wrath.” He smoothed my dress and fixed my hair.
    I nodded weakly. I was defeated. The long walk convinced me of my chances at getting away.
    He pulled me across the grounds to the horse stables, waving at the men in the barns. “Good day!” They returned the wave accompanied by a