Book 1: Wrecked By My Bully

I ended up at a truck stop in the dead of night. That’s where he found me — an older man with oil-streaked hands who forced me into his semi truck. No matter how hard I resisted, he did what he wanted to me.

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001

MELANIE

The truck stop was nearly empty, the neon OPEN sign flickering in the gas station window. There was a small diner attached to the gas station, a greasy spoon little thing with chipped tables, yellow tile flooring, and grease staining the walls.

I stepped inside. The bell jingled above my head. It was late as hell. It was the kind of hour where only drifters, hitchhikers, and nefarious men loitered, looking for dangerous things to do.

My car had broken down on the side of the highway, and I’d been forced to walk a long stretch of deserted road to get help. I was tired, hungry, thirsty, and just wanted to sit and rest. But everything felt wrong. Even the night air hummed with the promise of evil.

But also something…thrilling.

I grabbed a bottle of water, a bag of chips and a candy bar, and headed to the counter. The few patrons inside the gas station watched me with something vile and oily in their gazes.

“I know the garage is closed, but is there any way to get a towtruck out to get my car?”

“No,” the cashier said in a bland tone, the older woman smelling of stale cigarettes and looking like she just wanted to go home.

“When does the garage open?”

“Nine,” she said matter-of-factly.

I nodded, feeling frustrated. It was the middle of the night, but morning was coming soon, so I’d have to just wait it out.

And when I focused back on my surroundings, I realized something… something that had the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.

Someone watched me, and it was enough that it made me feel stripped bare and more vulnerable than I ever had before.

A stare. Heavy. Penetrating. After paying, I turned my head, and that’s when I saw him.

A trucker, leaning against the wall across the way, his big and beefy arms crossed over his massive chest. He was all muscle with short salt and pepper hair under a ball cap, a thick but trimmed beard of the same shade, and wearing a flannel that he left unbuttoned enough to show the dark hair covering his broad chest.

The gas station was small, so I could see the name embroidered on his shirt. Ivan.

And he was looking right at me like heknewme. Like he had… plans for me.

I glanced away, shoved my change in my pocket, and headed to the diner. I’d wait him out until morning then go to the mechanic’s garage right next door and see about getting a tow for my car.

But my biggest problem was having to walk past the burly trucker who stood right by the entrance of the diner.

I ducked my head and avoided eye contact, but right as I neared him, I sensed him moving closer.

“You lost, little girl?” His voice is rough, deep, full of gravel and warning.

I swallowed, but I didn’t stop or answer. And he didn’t like that because, before I made it past him, he grabbed my wrist with a firm, unyielding grip.

I froze, my heart seizing, and snapped my head up. “Let go of me, mister.” His lips twitched, but his eyes stayed dark and dangerous.

“You don’t mean that,” he said confidently. “That’s why you’re lookin’ at me like that.”

“Like what?” The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them.

He grinned, his teeth flashing through his thick beard. “Like you want me to pull you closer and ruin you.”

I took a slow breath, feeling my pulse hammer in my throat, and tried to pull my hand out of his grip. But his hold was firm. Unbreakable. I was consumed by his controlling gaze. “Why are you looking atmelike that?” I whispered.

He pulled me closer, so close I had to tip my head back to keep my eyes on his. I could smell leather, cologne, and engine oil clinging to his skin. I should have screamed, but my throat was too tight, my mouth too dry.

His big hand curled around my other wrist, his grasp so firm but not bruising.Not yet, my mind whispered. My breathing increased, my pulse thundered, and…. I felt my pussy get wet, creaming for this dark and dirty stranger who held me immobile.

“You’re playin’ with fire, little girl,” he murmured as he stared at my lips then my breasts like he was a hungry wolf.

And when he leaned down and brushed his nose and lips along my neck and ear, I felt his breath hot against my cheek.

I shivered, my fingers twitching, my nipples aching. “Let go of me or I'll scream.” He pulled back and grinned.

“Go ahead, little girl. You think any of these motherfuckers will stop me?” His smile vanished. “You’re mine, and I’m gonna show you exactly what that means.” His growl was low, rumbling through his chest

And when he dragged me toward the exit—toward his truck.