"How are you?" Though the question seemed innocent, something about King George's demeanour scared me. "Perfectly fine, thank you. Just getting some time to myself. I'm sure you know what it's like to want to get away from it all?" He nodded and said, "How about we, get away from it all, together?" I knew what he meant. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he held me fast. No, no. This couldn't be happening. I wanted to scream, but it was though my voice was frozen. I was so, so scared. How can people get away with this? It was wrong, and unfair. I was weak compared to him, there was no nothing I could do about it. He began kissing me. His breath hot. It made me feel sick. I was desperate, my voice came out small, it was the best I could manage with his hands all over me, "Please, don't, please" I was pleading, my voice desperate, when the last person I thought would ever help me, did. I didn't see it well, but that flash of blonde when King George was tackled off me was enough to know. I wasn't thinking, so when Maxon got up, I fell into his arms and cried.
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Maxerica Marriage
FanfictionWhen America's marriage hits a bump, it's up to her to make a big decision that will leave Maxon shocked. -I am a huge Maxerica shipper, and this book will be focused on that
