Daddy's Stolen Bride

One look was all it took for curiosity to become obsession.

It isn’t only her beauty that captures me. No, it’s the sadness in those big gray eyes that pulls me in, threatening to drown me with the strength of my own need.

And when I overhear a man telling her how useless she is, how stupid and worthless, I vow then and there to ensure she never endures another harsh word for as long as she lives.

So I take her, and I bring her home to my family. As is our tradition, I make her my bride, claiming her in front of everyone while she writhes in silent ecstasy on our altar.

But even when I remove the gag from her mouth after the ceremony is completed, she still doesn’t speak. Not to me, not to anyone.

It doesn’t matter though. Even if she never says the words, she's mine now.

And I won’t let anything—or anyone—take her from me.