Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

I felt goosebumps all over me as he kissed the back of my neck and tweaked my n****e, his other hand rising and lowering over my throat.

Finally, he g*****d long and husky and oh my god but it sounded so sexy. How? How could that thought even occur to me?

When it was finally over I was limp on the floor, totally spent. For a minute, he was limp on top of me. Then he rolled off me and then disappeared into the bathroom. I was still on the floor.

I could do nothing but just lie there.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Maybe I would just die there.

But I knew life being the b***h she was…. would never grant me this kindness.

A moment later he gently lifted me off the floor and then he had me in bed. He was covering me up. “Nap? No way I’m making it back to the office now,” He whispered, kissed my temple, and then spooned me.

He was holding me like this thing he just did to me was consensual, like I hadn’t fought back with all of my might and drawn his b***d.

And I was too limp and spent and emotionally paralyzed to do anything but lay there. He stroked my hair and kept kissing the back of my head, kissing my shoulder, my earlobe. I tried to not let what he was doing comfort me but I cried softly into the pillow until I started to feel myself drifting off.

I kept fighting it.

A few minutes later my tears stopped and his breathing evened out in sleep so as I was laying there staring off into space, laying in a wet spot from his semen that leaked out of me.

I shifted the blanket under myself to cover the wet spot.

It felt like my guts had been yanked out underneath his hand, which was resting on my stomach.

I was tuned into him, into his breathing, which was tickling my shoulder, into the feel of his hard body against me, his hand possessively over my tummy.

My a*s hurt from the belt and I needed to pee. I held it for as long as I could, alternately worrying about waking him and also thinking I should really bash his head in right now while he slept.

Finally, what might’ve been 20 minutes or after what might’ve been an hour passed and I couldn’t wait anymore I slowly pulled away. His eyes opened and he watched me pull the top sheet out from the mess of tangled bedding and wrap it around myself.

His eyes met mine and while I couldn’t read his hard expression, I felt shame and pain wash over me at the same time.

I looked away and went into the bathroom and then when I sat down to pee, I almost hit the ceiling as it stung deep inside. It felt like I was torn inside.

When I was done, I came back out and climbed into the bed and as close to the edge as I could get.

He rolled over, his arm covered me and half his body covered me. His lips softly touched the center of my back and kissed upwards to the back of my neck where he stopped and fell back asleep. His lips just stayed there, on the back of my neck.

I just wanted to cry because it felt so loving and tender and yet twisted me up inside like a pretzel. The guy was some sort of master of the mind f**k.

I woke up some time later; the room was darkened, and he was getting clothes on. He left the room. I stayed in the bed. I didn’t want to get up. Ever.

Azriel’s POV

I got up and as I pulled the blankets back, I caught sight of the belt mark across her a*s and lower back. I winced.

I got dressed, put my jacket on, grabbed my phone and keys, and walked past Rosita, ignoring her dirty looks and then I caught a flash of shock in her eyes. I passed the mirror on the wall by the front door and saw that my eye was bruised and that there were claw marks on my face.

Looked like I’d have a fat l*p, too.

I decided to head to the gym to punch the rest of this out. I held back with Claire this afternoon.

Yeah, I’ve been holding back all along but today I let the beast out more than ever and if I was honest with myself I knew I could’ve really gone another round, could’ve blackened her eye and bloodied her l*p, like she’d done to me.

The difference was I deserved it; she didn’t.

I hadn’t hit her back, other than her a*s; I had zero desire to hit her anywhere else. In fact, I hated how I felt when I’d hit her a*s with the belt.

I didn’t think I wanted to do that to her again. Right now I wanted to hit something or someone else to work these frustrations out. I had all this frustration in me that I couldn’t put a label on.

I still tasted my b***d on my l*p as I drove away.

I knew where at least part of the frustration came from.

I was so f*****g mad about that girl tracking her down and getting her aside. That could’ve been anyone. It could’ve been someone who wanted to take her from me and that had the ability to do it too.