“Your body is mine, your soul is mine, you are mine. I have waited for this moment all these years, and now that you are mine, there is nothing you can do about it,” he said, pulling at my pants as we wrestled on his king-sized bed.

“In your dreams! I refuse to be yours. I will never accept you as my husband! You’re a monster,” I cried.

I struggled to push him off, but he was determined. He was stronger and bigger; I was no match for his firm grip.

“No woman has ever rejected me. How dare you think you can deny me your body?” he grumbled.

“My father may have given me to you as collateral for whatever terrible business deal you both had, but he sure did not give you rights over my sense of will,” I said fiercely.

I tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. In one swift move, he tore my pants apart, stripping me bare.

“Please don’t, I’m a virgin!” I protested.

“Even better!” were the last words he uttered before knocking the air out of me in one stroke.

I watched the fire of desire burning in his eyes consume him. It was nothing like I imagined, and I realised he was the perfect man for any woman but me—I hated him.