As he slammed me against the seat, he tore the garment he felt was so precious.

"Luke"

He said, "You're mine," and I was his. His heated mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth worked my throat on the plush limo seat. I murmured, nerves tingling. I couldn't say no.

No air, no thought. Luke's hands were everywhere, and my corset made it hard to breathe. I saw stars as he half-removed, half-ripped my wedding dress, exposing my breasts and pantyhose. His hot lips descended on my neck, 

I worried whether I'd married a hidden vampire who would consume my virgin body. Not me. Except for my ass, and judging by the...