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Okay, for real, my life was a total dumpster fire. My dad was forcing me into this "temporary marriage" with this absolute brute, Hojt Walker. I was eighteen, quiet AF, and wanted no part of it. But he had his ways to 'convince' me. Let's just say, he got what he wanted.

So, the first night. Big yikes. I was shaking, backed into a corner of this boujee hotel suite he booked. He was just staring me down, all that main character energy, and he was like, "The bed, Polina. Now." I totally clapped back, "No. I'm not doing this." The rage in his eyes? Sheesh. He crossed the room in two steps, his hand gripping my jaw. "You are my wife," he growled, his other hand sliding under my nightgown. I tried to squirm away but he's so strong. He pinned me to the bed, his body heavy on mine. I was crying, but he just ripped my panties off. I felt his hard dick pressing against my thigh and I froze. He wasn't gentle. He shoved into me, and I swear I saw stars, it hurt so bad. I just lay there, taking it, while he fucked me with this possessive anger, grunting my name. It was a total nightmare. Period.