Married At Seventeen

ILE

owning at my dress. It's way too short and tight. I don't g

ey, You're not a nun. Stop acting like one” She groans and

?” I ask, feeling damn uncom

e? We're sneaking out

t. I'm not really the party type, an

ning in this party again?”

sleep, or sneak out with my crazy st

She ignores me and hangs out with her friends. Though this is totally

guys. Pick one, get wasted, have fun and pro

t this. She touches up my

? It's totally safe. Besides, you don't want to look gullible before some of the richest me

'm…well just plain Riley. I follow her downstairs, and we meet a car outside. One of

car already, and I hate

t tell us Riley was this

e's got a dat

ne and she winks. I guess she

Mary. I'm sure she's never been on a date before. I bet she'

es at me and I glare. Soon, music blazes through the s

ane and a long line of flashy cars. I gulp as my eyes t

Diane takes my hand and walks me into the party. There are so many pe

st Diane. She never came back. I started feeling lonely and scared as many men

you, " He says coldly a

boss?”

d I follow him. Who's Dean Shaw? W

of the club and I see lots

man stands and walks over to m

ands up my thighs. I slap it off and glare at his handsome face. He's got a beautiful set of dark

one of yo

me to himself. My heart pounds in fear as I push him o

is still firm. Where's Diane? Oh God, I'm doomed! Why the hell did I agr

” I beg, but he do

his shirt. I struggle and scream

, and my worst fear is confirmed

ounts the bed. I swing my legs, kicking him as hard as I can. It doesn't seem to affect him

e doubles it. A smil

a meeting in an hour, so there's no time for foreplay” He says an

uggle, but he doesn't stop. He continues thrusting deepe