Stolen Innocence (Becoming Elena #1) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Stolen Innocence

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Other Books by Melody Anne

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Surrender

  Stolen Innocence

  Becoming Elena: Book One

  by

  Melody Anne

  Copyright

  © 2016 Melody Anne

  All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Printed and published in the United States of America.

  Published by Eternal Dreams

  Editing by Karen Lawson

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to Jane Bowen who has done so much for me through the years. I have met so many people through this journey I'm on and I have my favorites through that journey and you are certainly at the top. Thank you for your support and love. It means the world to me.

  Other Books by Melody Anne

  Billionaire Bachelors:

  The Billionaire Wins the Game

  The Billionaire’s Dance

  The Billionaire Falls

  The Billionaire’s Marriage Proposal

  Blackmailing the Billionaire

  Run Away Heiress

  The Billionaire’s Final Stand

  The Lost Andersons:

  Unexpected Treasure

  Hidden Treasure

  Holiday Treasure

  Priceless Treasure

  Baby for the Billionaire:

  The Tycoon’s Revenge

  The Tycoon’s Vacation

  The Tycoon’s Proposal

  The Tycoon’s Secret

  The Lost Tycoon

  Surrender Series:

  Surrender - Book One

  Submit - Book Two

  Seduced - Book Three

  Scorched - Book Four

  Forbidden Series:

  Bound -Book One

  Broken - Book Two

  Betrayed - Book Three

  Burned - Book Four

  The Apocalypse Series:

  Midnight Fire: Book One

  Midnight Moon: Book Two

  Midnight Storm: Book Three

  Midnight Eclipse: Book Four

  Unexpected Heroes:

  Her Unexpected Hero

  Her Hometown Hero

  Her Forever Hero - February 23rd, 2016

  Safe in His Arms - Novella - Baby, It’s Cold Outside Anthology

  Who I am With You - Novella

  Following Her - Novella

  Taken by a Trillionaire

  Collection of Three Novellas - Melody Anne, Ruth Cardello, J.S. Scott

  Novellas

  Safe in His Arms

  Stay up to date on Melody's latest releases, signings, giveaways, and more! Click HERE to sign up for Melody's Newsletter or visit www.melodyanne.com

  Prologue

  She’d never been with a woman before.

  Her stomach stirred in unease as she faced the perfect specimen before her. But it was what he wanted.

  No. That wasn’t true.

  It was what he expected — demanded. If she didn’t do what he requested from her then he would push her away, and she knew she couldn’t handle that. Not after being with him for so long. She loved him. She knew he didn’t love her back, knew he wasn’t capable of such a weak emotion.

  But she loved him anyway.

  Therefore she was willing to do anything he demanded of her. Even if she died a little bit each time he insisted they betray their relationship.

  Ha. Relationship. That was a joke. She wasn’t his girlfriend. She’d never had a choice in the matter, to tell the truth. She was his servant, his mistress — his whore. And even knowing all of that, she had still fallen in love with him.

  There was a reason behind it, she tried to assure herself. But it was getting more and more difficult to believe that any reason was worth the pain. No matter how long she’d been held captive, it was hard to still believe she was a prisoner.

  “Do it.”

  His curt words made her jump. But she quickly composed herself. He’d ordered something of her, and she’d hesitated. If she waited any longer it would be over. Quickly gaining her composure, she moved forward.

  The woman before her was excited. Elena could see it in the woman’s eyes. She stood there with an almost unreadable expression. The woman glanced over at him for a brief second and gave him a submissive look, a look that was sure to please his controlling instincts. Elena knew the woman was hoping to please him so much that he would banish Elena from the room and take only her.

  Elena wasn’t about to allow that to happen.

  Stepping up to the woman, Elena raised her hands and grabbed her head before she leaned forward and blended their lips together. The sweet taste of her lips was a contrast to the salty taste of his. Elena traced her tongue over the woman’s mouth and pushed for entrance.

  A low murmur rumbled on the other woman’s lips as Elena pressed her body tightly against her plush curves. As she deepened the kiss, she found herself growing slightly aroused. Was this what she had become?

  Her hand moved from the woman’s hair, down her smooth back, then up her side, and over her barely covered breasts. She squeezed and the woman trembled beneath her touch, giving Elena confidence.

  Before this man, she’d never had a lover. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There’d been a monster, a man who had . . . She shuddered. It was best not to think about that time. Because before him she hadn’t had a life.

  “Strip her.” His low command shook her. She’d been hoping kissing would be all he’d ask of her, but apparently that wasn’t the case. She despised that he was about to see this beautiful woman naked. What if he liked her body more than Elena’s?

  It didn’t matter. There was nothing she could do about it.

  Not hesitating this time, Elena reached around to the woman’s back and unclasped her bra, slowly pulled it away, and tossed it aside. Then she reached for her thong and slowly moved them down, kneeling to take them off. She licked the woman’s stomach, knowing he would enjoy watching. Then, she ran her hands up the woman’s thighs as she slowly rose back to her feet. Now they were both na
ked except for their stockings and high heels.

  “Lisa, lie down on the bed, your legs spread wide.”

  The woman didn’t hesitate. She walked away from Elena and did as he had told her. Elena wanted to ask him if the woman — she refused to even think of her by name — had ever been his lover, or for that matter, was still his lover. But she wasn’t allowed to ask that question. She wasn’t allowed to ask him any questions.

  So she stood there silently awaiting his next command.

  “Sit behind her on the bed, Elena. Rest Lisa’s head between your thighs and keep her breasts nice and peaked,” he demanded.

  She did as he asked, settling behind the woman on the huge bed. Moving into position she reached down and rubbed her fingers across the woman’s ample breasts, squeezing her nipples and feeling them harden beneath her touch.

  “Mmm. Just like that,” he murmured his approval.

  Then to Elena’s horror he moved to the bed. While looking directly into Elena’s eyes he knelt in front of the woman and ran his sweet tongue up her thigh. It sent scorching pain through Elena’s stomach to watch him make another woman cry out beneath his magical touch. But she continued massaging the woman’s breasts as his tongue neared her opening.

  The woman’s back arched off the bed when his lips clasped around her core and he sucked. She cried out as his masterful tongue massaged her heat. And Elena had to stop herself from crying when the woman screamed out when she came.

  He stood up, a satisfied smile on his face. His thickness solid and pulsing.

  “Do exactly as I just did,” he told Elena in a low growl.

  Pushing herself out from behind the woman, she knelt between her legs. There was only the slightest hesitation before she bent down and placed her lips on the woman’s wet heat. She sucked, and the woman squirmed beneath her.

  She was wet and tasted musky, but there was still flavor left over from his tongue so Elena focused on that. She licked the woman’s core, sucked her, and moved her tongue quickly around exactly the way she liked him to do for her. And soon the woman bucked up and screamed out again.

  “Very good.” He was right there next to her. His hand rubbed up and down her back and then swatted her ass just the way she liked it. Not too hard, but with enough impact to make her jump. Make her want. Make her wet.

  “Both of you kneel on the ground facing each other,” he demanded. They did as he requested.

  “Kiss each other, but don’t touch.” This time she was expecting the sweet taste of the woman’s lips.

  As they were kissing, Elena felt his thickness pressed against their mouths. She pulled back enough to let him place it between them. Then he moved it back and forth between their lips, their spit wetting him. He would pull back and their lips would touch again and then he’d put his thickness between them once more. Over and over again, he did this.

  Elena was soaked as she waited for him to please her. But he didn’t touch her. Then he turned to the other woman and lifted her chin.

  “Take all of me.” That wasn’t easy to do.

  He didn’t give the woman even a second to prepare before he pushed his thick erection all the way down her throat. She gagged a bit, but he continued pushing until he was buried inside her mouth.

  Then he slowly pulled out before pushing back in again. He did this over and over, his head thrown back in pleasure. Elena sat there watching. Waiting. Fighting the sorrow she felt, seeing him so fully pleasured. There was fury though, brewing right beneath that layer of sadness.

  Finally, he pulled from the other woman and moved over to the couch and sat, looking from one woman to the next as they knelt on the floor.

  “Come here, Elena.”

  She almost wept at her relief. Standing, she had to pace herself so she wouldn’t appear too eager. Without being asked again, she climbed onto his lap and slid on top of him, sinking all the way down. She nearly came right then. But she knew better. She wasn’t to come without him telling her she could.

  His hands guided her up and down his pulsing thickness as she desperately tried holding her pleasure back. His fingers lifted and pinched her nipples, making her cry out.

  “Lisa, sit behind her and pleasure her nipples,” he called out.

  No!

  Elena didn’t want that. She didn’t want to share him right now. But she said nothing. The woman appeared behind her and her small hands wrapped around her sides and immediately began pleasuring her breasts. She didn’t want to like it, but she did.

  The woman ran her tongue along her neck as Elena continued moving up and down his thickness. Then he leaned forward and, to Elena’s horror, kissed the woman right beside her face. A low groan escaped him as he continued pushing up into her while tasting another woman’s mouth.

  Then he pulled back. “Sit beside me,” he commanded.

  Elena wanted to refuse, but she knew she couldn’t. She moved over, though her body was aching with unfulfilled need. Then she watched as he pulled the other woman up and over him and slammed inside her lush body. The woman cried out as he gripped the back of her head and kissed her while they moved together.

  They moved faster and faster as Elena died a little bit more the longer this went on. The woman cried out in pleasure while his voice was a low rumble of satisfaction. She didn’t know how long it took, but suddenly he threw back his head as the two of them cried out together in perfect bliss.

  The woman turned and gave Elena a quenched grin before she looked back at the man who had so completely satisfied her and left Elena aching.

  “You are by far the best lover I’ve ever had,” she purred while licking her lips.

  “You too, baby,” he replied. Neither of them even acknowledged Elena for several moments.

  “You’re excused, Elena. Lisa and I are going to sleep now.”

  Elena was shocked at his words. She always slept with him. Always. It was the only time she truly felt close to him. She didn’t want to leave. She was hurting and needed the closeness of being in his arms to make up for being so tortured during this sexual show.

  “No.” As soon as her voice echoed in the room, Elena was just as surprised as he was.

  “What?” he finally replied, his voice cold.

  “I won’t leave,” she said. Then she pointed at the other woman. “She can leave.”

  He smiled, not a kind smile, not a reassuring smile — but a smile of victory, of his own command. He knew he was in charge, and he relished punishing her for her outbreak.

  “Move now,” he said one more time, the other woman still resting comfortably on his lap.

  “I won’t go,” she said again.

  He took the other woman off his lap and stood naked before her — unashamed, confident, powerful.

  His hand came up and she didn’t even flinch. She stood her ground.

  He gripped her hair and began moving toward the door. She cried out as he rushed forward.

  “Please, don’t do this,” she cried.

  He reached the door and pushed her through it. She stumbled and fell, then turned back to him, her heart broken, her tears now freely falling.

  “We will discuss your behavior after I’ve had some rest.”

  That was all he said before slamming the door shut behind him — with her on the outside, him on the inside with another woman.

  She jumped up, intending on pounding on the door. But just as her fists rose, she stopped herself. He’d been breaking her for years. And maybe this time she’d finally shattered.

  She leaned against the door, her final tears dripping off her chin before she allowed no more. Then she whispered, “Go to hell.”

  She turned and began moving toward her room. He’d gone too far this time. She realized since first discovering she’d been captured that she just might be strong enough to walk away.

  Chapter One

  Five Years Earlier

  Sitting on her little brother’s bed, Mary gave Tommy a gentle smile as he bounced up and down in exc
itement, his hands cupped before him, a huge grin showing the whiteness of his teeth.

  “Come on, Sissy, I can’t wait,” he said with a giggle.

  She placed a box in his hands, and his eyes shot open as he looked at the bright green wrapped package with a white satin bow on top.

  “What is it?” he asked as his seven-year-old fingers reverently trailed across the ribbon.

  “You’ll have to open it to find out,” she told him with a laugh.

  Carefully, unlike most seven-year-olds, he slid the bow off and undid the tape, not wanting to tear the wrapping. She knew he would save it, as he saved all his wrapping. It was an odd habit, but she sort of liked that he did it. It was only one of the many things that made Tommy unique.

  When the box was open, he pulled out a journal with a compass and his name etched on the front, and a pencil attached to the side.

  “Wow,” he said, his fingers rubbing over the raised lettering. “This is my name.”

  “I know you want action figures and pellet guns, but I wanted to give you something that makes you think of me when I’m away at college,” she told him.

  “Why do you have to leave?” he asked for about the hundredth time, his eyes swimming with tears.

  “I’m going to a university. Besides, this house is too small, and it will be easier on Mom when she’s not feeding four mouths.”

  “Mom loves us both,” Tommy insisted.

  “Yes, I know she loves me just as much as she loves you, but I’m graduating high school soon and I’ll be a grown-up. This is what grown-ups do,” she tried to explain. “And see that compass on the front cover? If you put your hand on that and close your eyes and think about me, you will know I’m out there, and I’m thinking about you, too,” she assured him.

  “I just don’t want you to leave,” Tommy said as he carefully set the package down and curled up on her lap, something he’d done since he had been crawling around on the floor as a five-month-old.

  Their mother and Mary’s stepfather, Dave, both worked full-time, so Mary had always spent a lot of time with her little brother. Sometimes, she was frustrated when she had to babysit instead of going out with her friends, but most of the time she didn’t mind. She loved Tommy, even if she hadn’t been thrilled when her mother had first married Dave.