Chapter 3 Rayna

"Why are you dressed like a slut!" My fiance's cold voice lashed against my skin like a whip as I climbed into the back of his Cadillac at the end of the school day.

"Good afternoon, sir," I kept my eyes lowered and my tone mild.

Jared Winehall, my forty six year old fiance was a man that was prone to extreme anger. He lashed out at the drop of a hat and I had been on the receiving end of the back of his hand countlessly.

I had also tasted the bite of his whip against my back severally. I had had to learn fast to be as demure as possible if I didn't want a repeat experience.

"I asked you a question!" He barked, eyes fixed on the hint of exposed thighs.

I had been wearing the same uniform for about five years now and it had gotten shorter as I had aged. It was barely two inches above my knee now though.

"I'm sorry, sir," I replied meekly, "I have outgrown the uniform."

"I don't believe you, you lying whore," his hand lashed out and clamped around my neck. I let out an inaudible yelp as his hand began to crush my windpipe, "I know you insist on going to this godforsaken school because you want to be able to spread your legs for all these little, rich boys."

I grasped for air, clawing at his thick hands to fight him off even as oxygen left my brain, "P-please," I croaked as tears trailed down my eyes.

"One day, I'm going to catch you red handed, and that day you'll be sorry," with a roar, he flung me to into the other side of the car.

I crashed into the glass and then fell to the car floor at his feet, gasping for air and coughing, my throat feeling ravaged.

"Remember that it's only because of my grace that I'm letting you get this worthless high school degree," his eyes flashed at me, "You turned eighteen last year and officially became mine, no marriage license necessary. I just want you to keep it at the back of your mind that my grace isn't endless."

His dark brown eyes swept down my body and I immediately drew my legs together and dragged my skirt down as far as it could go. It did nothing to stop me from shuddering in revulsion as his hungry eyes drank me in and his tongue swiped over his fat lips.

"Soon, you'll be on mine, Rayna," he smirked.

I inched closer to the door, trying to disappear into it. How was this my fate? How did I end up engaged to this disgusting excuse of a human being of all people? Jared was a criminal in disguise as a businessman. Most of his money was made from giving loans with unlawful interest rates.

My uncle had taken a loan from him and Jared hadn't wanted cash payment. He had wanted sixteen year old me.

Since then, he has been biding his time until I turned eighteen and after I did so last year, he had been about to start wedding preparations when fortunately for me, he had been involved in a public court case that caused him to want to stay away from public eye.

Which meant that the wedding had had to be postponed.

But I knew my time was running out.

I just had to get my degree and then I was out. I would be free as a bird.

"Are you listening to me?" His raspy voice tore me out of my reverie and I blinked at him.

"I'm sorry, sir," I rushed to say, "I was distracted with thoughts of what type of wedding dress I would like to have."

Jared chuckled, relaxing into the leather chair, "sit," he patted the space beside him and I gingerly crawled to my feet and into the chair, "You don't have to stress your pretty head thinking about things like that. My assistant will handle all of it. All you have to think about is how you will please your beloved husband."

My stomach rolled with nausea and I swallowed, then pasted on a smile, "Of course. You're right of course. You're always right."

He beamed at me, one golden tooth flashing at me, "You've made me sweat, darling. Wipe my face."

Hiding my disgust behind a stiff smile, I approached him in a well practiced move and then took the handkerchief from his inner suit pocket before beginning to dab at his face.

His fat hand immediately crawled around my waist and landed on my bottom. I shifted away, batting my lashes at him coyly.

"Not until the wedding, sir."

Jared's eyebrows drew down and his nostrils flared, "Of course. But if I find out that you've been making me wait while you've been distributing your pussy to every boy who would look your way, you'll have hell to pay."

Even though I knew that the consequences would be grave, I really wished I didn't have to give my virginity to this lecherous creep. I wished many things.

For a knight in shining armour to ride up on his great white steed and save me from a fiance I didn't want. I wished Jared wasn't so powerful that he was above the law. Even going to the police with my sob story wouldn't be of any help to me.

He had most of the cops in the city and top ranking law enforcement chiefs in his pocket.

I was more or less stuck.

Running away once I got my degree would be difficult, with Jared hunting me with all his power, but I would make sure I never got caught.

"You're so beautiful," he grunted, "I can't wait till you're all mine and I can do whatever I please with you."

Terror had my blood running cold and my smile slipped away for a moment before I fixed it back.

My name is Rayna Giancarlo and I'm a forced fiancee.

"I can't wait too," I lied.