WARNING: MATURE MATERIAL BELOW.

I feel as if my life is on a fast-paced rollercoaster after I agreed to marry Christopher Dugard. I date Dugard daily until he properly proposed to me, each date earning me $1000. Our second date is a six day family vacation to Paris, France. Booked into an opulent penthouse apartment at the Hotel Georges V. Dugard pampers me with extravagant gifts; jewelry, dresses, flowers, and paychecks.

I wholeheartedly enjoy myself, shopping, relaxing at the spa, sightseeing my gorgeous environment, often gazing at the unobstructed view of the Eiffel Tower across the Seine.

The triplets are adorned in the richest clothes, gifting them with the most expensive toys I could find. After my short dates with Dugard, I would take them out for sweet treats, take them out to play in Parc des Buttes-Chaumont, and finally during the last two days of our trip, I take all of the triplets down to Disneyland, Paris.

On the third date, Dugard takes me and my triplets to the Presidential Suite at the Hotel Principe di Savoia in Milan, Italy for seven days.

It is only on our fourth date when I decide to move to Los Angeles, moving me and the triplets into Dugard's eight-bedroom mansion with an experienced nanny to watch them.

In memory of my Alessa, I decorated one of the bedrooms in her honor, with all of the pictures she drew for me pinned on the wall, her photos are framed on the wall, and a small shrine devoted to her. I keep the triplets out of the room, instructing the nanny to never let them venture into the room. I want to wait to explain to them about death.

Shortly after moving in, Dugard takes me on another vacation, this time to the North Island in Seychelles. We are both secluded in a lavish private resort. On the first night on our vacation, Dugard proposes to me on the beach.

Dugard bends down on one knee, in his hands is a little black box. "Mila Reed, since the day I laid eyes on you, I knew you were mine. You are the only one for me in this world. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." With that, he opens the box to show me a diamond ring glinting as bright as the sun's rays is there. It reigns supreme amongst all jewels and gems Dugard has gifted me and I loved it.

"Will you marry me and be my dutiful wife for as long as you live?"

"Yes." I say swiftly. It sounds so unnatural. It's not forced or coerced in any way. But my words feel truly fake. Dugard knows why I'm saying yes, I'm sure. Over the trips, I always had this small thought that perhaps I could fall for Dugard for his personality and good looks, but all that emerged from my lavish dates with him was a sense of platonic love and gratitude.

The mere second I said yes, Dugard kisses me. His lips slam mine. A hot, passionate and demanding. All of the oxygen in my lungs is expelled. His strong hands clench around me, clutching my clothes. I want to pull away before I lose myself but I can't seem to, My senses have been seduced and I can no longer think straight. "Mila!" he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. I smile, my heart fluttering at his voice as I clasp my hands on either side of his face. I do not have a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips and delved inside my mouth.

I relish his kiss as this is the first kiss I had since Seth. My body starts to tingle viciously, I feel myself becoming undone from his unbridled intensity.

Dugard pulls away and smiles happily. "You know, I am usually a man of tradition, but for you, I think traditions can be omitted." He whispers slowly. With that, Dugard kisses me once more, this time savagely like a ravenous beast. He lifts me off of my feet with ease, subjecting me to a bridal carry into the house, our lips still planted on each other.

I'm gently laid on the soft mattress of the bed. I know what is going to transpire and I'm ready. If we are going to be married, I know that there will be sex involved to maintain interest in the marriage. I unbutton my blouse, slip out of my long skirt, and swing off my high heels onto the floor. Dugard rips off my shirt with ease, tossing it to the floor. I'm nude as a bird, my old scars printed on my body. I feel a pang of anxiety as I believe that Dugard is sickened by my battered appearance. The haunting memory of that night plagues my mind.

I'm suddenly nervous about becoming more physically intimate with my soon to be husband. Dugard holds me close, seemingly oblivious to the scars. I moan and rock my pelvis against his. He is firm, but tender, stroking my left breast with his fingertips, dragging his middle finger across the areola. He squeezed the nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger. My body begins to melt.

I pull away, taking in the sweet air as I absorb the lovemaking between us. This is the man I'm going to marry soon. The man who will give me a life-long fortune. The man who will provide my triplets with a life of endless privileges.

Dugard lurches toward mine in a frenzy of desire, her hands clutching my hair. I shudder and rock into me, my movements becoming more fevered. His body latches onto mine, his left leg tightening around my waist, his arms pulling at my neck. I could feel my blood rushing through my skin, pounding in my eardrum.

He moves slightly off of me, then without warning, he inserts one finger through my labia ever so gently, stroking forward until he makes contact with the most sensitive part of my body. The sensation I feel at this is an instant. A deep, guttural moan roars out of my throat. My clitoris tingles violently, every single second, I moan ecstatically when he touches me there. "Ahh!" I wail as his finger slip in and out of my body. I want more. I need this. "Oh, oh, oh…," I cry, as I feel my vagina instinctively constrict around his fingers in spasms, my orgasm is building and building.

I never felt like this before. I have long lost my virginity, even before I met Seth. But Dugard was completely different, he is experienced and knows countless ways to please me. My mind and soul are lost, floating in a rushing current of pleasure. At the moment, I feel like a different person. A woman that is simply enjoying a blissful moment. I almost forget why I am agreeing to marry him, all I think of is the sensualizing sex before me.

In and out. Time is forgotten. The side of his thighs is pressed against mine. Dugard is grinning cockily. He's sure of himself, he thinks he is in control. I surrender quiescently when he slams himself inside of me.

"I'm going to drive you insane!" Dugard whispers huskily in my ear. His warm breath tickles my eardrums. He is. He is driving me insane. My body is bowing to his will, I'm at his mercy. Trapped in the intoxicating prison of lust.

As he thrashes inside of me, I can't hold it in anymore. I unravel, every fiber of my being unbecoming. I feel myself becoming lost as Dugard explodes inside of me.

Me and Dugard are gasping hungrily for air once we are done. I lay on top of Dugard. My arms and legs are intertwined with him. My head pressed on his sweaty chest. I feel so at peace at this moment. The electrifying movement was a cathartic relief for me.

"You really seemed to enjoy yourself back there, Mila." Dugard remarks through his gasp.

I can't help but smile like a giddy girl. "I did. I honestly and truly did. It's been long since I had something like this happen."

Dugard runs his long fingers through my soft hair. "Well, you will have many things like this happening to you daily. Our honeymoon will be a night that you will never forget!" He promises.

Dugard chuckles heartily. "I think I cum so hard that you are probably pregnant now."

I bite my lower lip, unsure if I should tell him about my condition. I'm sure that Nancy did not tell him, she knows that I would not like her telling my private business to a stranger. I dismiss the idea of becoming pregnant and I change the subject.

"Where will the wedding be?" I ask innocently.

"Anywhere you want," Dugard answers plainly.

I scramble my mind for the perfect wedding spot. I never thought much of marriage, so I didn't have many desires about it. I simply randomly pick a place. "Italy. I just love the environment of Italy. It is so rich and beautiful. I would like the wedding to be there." I say.

Dugard nods agreeing. "Then Italy, it will be."

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