Stolen Dove: Stolen Hearts Series by Blake, Carina (ebook reader 7 inch txt) 📕

getting out of the house. I spend most of my days alone in our bedroom or in the library. They bring me my food because I keep forgetting to eat, which seems to work Victor’s nerves. He spanks, then fucks me when I forget. I’m starting to enjoy my sudden forgetfulness. Although that’s the extent of our relationship. We’ve never moved past the sexual aspect of our relationship. Hell, he still hasn’t even given me the tour he promised me.

Victor enters our bedroom when I thought he was already leaving. “Don’t you look adorable. Where do you think you’re going?”

“Since when do I go anywhere? Not that you would have noticed. You would have to be here to notice that. So anyways, I’ll be lounging about while attempting to wear some of the more fashionable pieces you bought.”

“I can ask my mother if she wants to come over.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t want to hear more talk about babies and all of the things we can do to the nursery.”

“Someone’s in a bad mood. I’ll be home by this evening. Are you going to be in a better mood then?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s that time of month, so who knows.”

“Is it?”

“I don’t know. I’ve lost track of my schedule.”

“Well, if it is, please let me know.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll be notified.”

“Okay. I really have to go or I’ll be late.”

“I’m not stopping you.” I hold back the tears. I’m losing my heart to a man who only has one use for me.

“Damn it, wife.”

“I’m fucking bored. You leave, and I’m stuck here. You never replaced my tablet; my phone is limited to phone calls now. You’re treating me like a prisoner, not a wife, so don’t call me your wife.”

“You’re my fucking wife no matter how much you don’t want to be here. I don’t give a fuck how bored you are. Maybe you’ll learn not to fucking lie to me.”

“I’ve never lied to you.” Okay, I never lied before. Now I’m furious with him. He’s an asshole who thinks sex is going to keep me here.

“Don’t start that shit. I won’t let my guard down again.”

“I thought you said you have to leave.”

“Don’t get smart with me. I have to go, but if you misbehave, I’ll make sure you’ll be punished.”

“Misbehave? Like tell your employees that we’re not in love and that you paid to have me?” He’s on me in a second with his hand wrapped around my throat and his thumb pressing my chin upward.

“You like to test me, don’t you, my little Dove?” He gives a tiny squeeze. It’s not to hurt me, but to show he’s serious. All it does is cause my pussy to gush cream all over my panties. He’s so damn hot when he’s bossy. “You do, because you know I’m going to have to remind you that you’re mine, but today I do not have time. You will have to wait for your punishment. Behave.”

“I’m going to behave. It’s not like I need everyone to know my shameful past.” He growls and releases his grip.

After twenty minutes, there’s a knock at my door. “Señora Serrano, are you ready?”

“I’m coming.”

I walk to the door and open it up. Vicente stands there in a suit like the rest, but he’s looking a little less stiff. He gives me a smile that makes me smile back. Of all the guards here, he’s been the nicest to me. The rest are super stiff and just answer my questions with as few words as possible. Lately, everyone has been a little colder except Vicente, Maria, and Geraldo.

“Looking lovely, Dove. We better head out before the shops get crowded.” I’m shocked by his informality, but I’m just excited to get out of the house so I don’t press it. He offered to take me when I mentioned sneaking out as a joke. Still, I don’t like his informality. That’s the first time since I arrived that anyone other than Victor has called me by my name instead of Señora or Mrs. Serrano.

Fernando and two other guards are going with Victor today. Vicente is supposed to be at the gate, but right now there’s no one there and we have time to sneak out. I’ve already made up a lie so Vicente doesn’t get into trouble.

We move to his black sedan, and he opens the front passenger door. “I figured you’d want a little less formality today.”

“Thanks,” I say, turning my head with a smile. I really do want to not feel trapped or scared. He helps me in with his hand on my side, and I freeze. No one is allowed to touch me. Damn it, I hope he doesn’t get in trouble for it. Maybe no one saw it. I close my eyes and then buckle my seat belt as he shuts the door.

Once he goes around and enters, I say, “You shouldn’t touch me. It’s one of Victor’s rules.”

“Honest mistake. It is customary as gentlemen.” He gives me a half smile.

“Yes, but I don’t want Victor to take it out on you. He’s a little crazy, and I’m already pushing the envelope today.”

“It shall be our secret.” He winks and then begins to drive. I’m getting a strange vibe about all of this. Maybe it’s because I’m not used to people being nice to me or because I know that I’m in for it when I get back.

“So how far is it from here?”

“About ten minutes. Relax. It’s your first day of freedom. There are a lot of stores for you to enjoy. Street vendors are out and about. Do you have anything like that in New York?”

“Yes, lots of them. Does it get that busy here?” What if there’s one of Victor’s enemies out there waiting for the right moment to strike? I know he’s done a good job of hiding our marriage. I don’t even have a ring on my finger.

“Not at all.”

“Good. Are you going to be my translator?”

“Yes,