Hunted Whore

I'm going to destroy her, and she's going to scream with pleasure while I do it. Vanessa's a whore. A gold-digger who's put a spell on my brother in a matter of days. It's taken my useless brother one week to ask her to marry him, to adore her as if she were a goddess. But I'm not my brother. I know exactly what type of woman Vanessa is. And I'm not going to let her get away with it. I'm not going to let her break up my family. Or walk away with half of my brother's hard work. So I've kidnapped her. I've tied her up, thrown her over my shoulder and put her in the trunk of my car. Yes. Now she's chained in front of me. Enclosed. With no escape. With nowhere to run. Struggling. Crying. Begging. Provoking me. Offering herself to me. Because I know exactly what type of woman Vanessa is. And I know exactly what she wants. Am I going to give it to her? Of course. Big mistake. Who would've thought that I'd meet my other half. Who would've thought that I'd be the one who'd end up marrying her.