Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

Chapter 25



I took two big deep breaths and then I hesitantly stepped back out into the room, hoping by some miracle that’d been the sound of him leaving. But he hadn’t left. The lights were off but I could see his form in the bed. He was sitting up, the blankets down around his waist. He was waiting for me.

Azriel’s POV

I flicked the lamp off a second after she came out. When I saw her wearing my shirt, I thought I’d combust and needed to turn the light off to regain my composure. She looked edible. I decided that second that it’d be a rule that she’d sleep either naked, with me wrapped around her, or in the clothes I’d worn that day so she’d smell like me, either way.

Where these sudden possessive feelings had come from was a mystery. But the second I’d decided to accept the fact that I wanted her for more than just one night, I’d suddenly become obsessed with the idea of having someone who was mine. Just mine.

I know it didn’t make sense because I could easily find some girl who wanted to be mine but for some reason it wasn’t the same. The minute I’d made the decision to keep her, something in me had changed. I’d never wanted that before. That I’d wanted her to smell like she was mine must be some primal instinct.

“New rule. You either wear something I’ve worn when you get ready for bed or you sleep nude. Get in.” I moved to the center of the bed and lifted the covers to welcome her into them. She stood, frozen in her tracks.

“Do I have to come get you?” I asked.

She stood there, not moving. I flicked the lamp back on and got out of the bed. She started to back up and then held her palm out at me.

“Can’t I please sleep alone? I don’t know you.”

“No. It’s time to get to know me. Don’t worry; I’m not f*****g you. Yet. We’re just sleeping together.” I loved that she was saying ‘Please’. It just struck a chord with my inner best.

She let out a whimper and covered her mouth to try to stifle it. Gone was the defiance she’d had in her eyes. She was crumbling.

“Get in. Or I’ll put you here myself.”

She shook her head at me, blowing her hair out of her eyes. I reached for her hand. She flinched, didn’t take it, and then walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed in, staying as close to the edge of it as she could.

She did a karate chop move down the middle of the blankets. She was trying to draw a boundary line. f*****g adorable.

I got back in the bed under the blankets and slid over, obliterating her Berlin wall, then climbed on top of her. I pinned her wrists above her head and nuzzled into the crook of her neck and ran my nose up the length of her neck until my mouth was at her ear. She smelled amazing. She smelled like me but she smelled like a woman, too. Her hair smelled flowery. Her throat smelled like vanilla and cherries. Of all things! She stiffened under me.

Claire’s POV

He was running his nose up and down my neck, burying it in my hair. His hand travelled up my leg and then it landed on my h*p. He dug his fingers in and then his nose trailed down my throat and across the opening of the shirt. He undid a button and then another button… with his teeth.

“Please don’t.” I whispered into the dark, pulling my hands from his grip and putting them out to stop him. He pinned them above my head, this time tighter. My eyes were adjusting. Then his nose was in my cleavage.

“Big day for you today, huh?” I felt the hum of his lips against the skin between my breasts. If I weren’t so petrified I’d have been seriously turned on. He was obviously attempting to be seductive.

“You could say that.” I tried to be sarcastic but my voice came out in barely more than a whisper.

He lifted his head and let go of my wrists. His fingertips grazed my lower l*p and I winced.

“Relax, I’ve said I’m not going to f**k you tonight,” he said to me, his voice was so deep it felt like it vibrated inside of me. Then he rolled over onto his back. I tried to stay as still as possible but was shaking like a leaf.

He continued, “But I want something tonight from you.”

I winced again, trying to stop my mind and heart from racing, “What?”

“I want you to crawl into my arms and I want you to relax, like you want to be here. If you can do that for me tonight, sleep curled up against me, I won’t f**k you.”

He stopped, moistened his lips, and then continued, “If you don’t do what I ask, you’re getting f****d hard and rough.” He put his hands, fingers laced, behind his head, flexing his biceps and looking at me expectantly.

“You’re crazy.” I breathed. What a maniac!

This was messed up!

He reached over and flicked the lamp back off, “Well?”

I took a deep breath, “You’re, like, f****d in the head, aren’t you?”

Stupid, Claire. Why would I say something like that to him?

“Yeah, and I have a gun,” he announced, “Who gives the crazy guy a gun? Oh yeah, and a goodnight k**s; I want that, too. Keep me waiting and my list of demands may keep growin’.”

I was gobsmacked. I heard an impatient-sounding huff and then I was scared.

I got the impression he wanted me to give him a reason to take me against my will and or show me his gun. I wanted neither.

I scampered over to him and then hesitated. He pulled me into an embrace, my head falling onto his chest. Both of his arms were tight around me. He kissed the top of my head and his palm slowly slid down my back until it rested on my rear end. He was hard, all over.

“Relax,” he whispered against my hair and then he kissed my forehead. His body was big, I disappeared into that embrace.

“Get your hand off my…” I said. He moved his warm hand up to my waist before I could finish the threat that hadn’t quite formed on my tongue yet, pulling the shirt up with it. I could hear him breathing hard, I could feel his heartbeat and it was racing.

I squeezed my eyes shut tight and gulped. How bizarre to have my head on the chest of the man who’d bought me for 10 million dollars for a night, the man I’d had on my mind the past few days. But this wasn’t that guy. That guy was from my fantasy.

This guy looked just like him but looks were where similarities ended. He’d behaved in a way I’d never imagined. The fact that this guy had taken ‘ownership’ of me and had forced me to lay here with him was repulsive. Instead of having me for a night, he’d decided to hold me against my will.

“Don’t tell me not to touch what’s mine again. You get a pass tonight because of the day you’ve had but don’t make the mistake of thinking whether or not we f**k is anything but my decision to make.”

I squeezed my eyes shut tight. This was a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. He started to stroke my hair.

“No. Don’t,” I said.

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His hand trailed back down to my a*s and he drummed his fingers on it, letting me know he was waiting for me to protest. I clamped my mouth shut. I believed him so I made myself shut up and stay still.

Every fiber of my being wanted to sprint, to run, to scream, to fight, to kick, to scratch, but I just stayed there, trembling.

“Now k**s me,” he said.

I squeezed my eyes shut tight, like that’d help.

“Naw, I’ll k**s you. I’ve been dying to taste these lips again since that day I first saw your picture in that raunchy lingerie of yours. That k**s in the plane doesn’t count because I was holding back.” He flipped me over onto my back and then he was on me, his lips were on my lips, his body hard against me.

He touched my lips softly with his at first and his lips were soft but strong. He got my bottom l*p between his lips and he sucked on it. I couldn’t breathe. He made an “Mmm,” sound against my mouth, then said, “You didn’t k**s back but I’ll give you a pass tonight.”

Then he flipped back so that I was back on top of him. His hands were on me, one on my lower back and the other in my hair. My cheek was against his chest. His legs were parted and our pelvises were touching.

He was rock hard. If I could see myself I’m sure that I’d see that my eyes were bugging out of my head, ready to bounce out of their respective sockets.

His fingers massaged my scalp; he was playing with my hair a little. But he was quiet. After a long moment of silence I started to take stock of the day. The day that I’d been so excited about for so long had taken such a turn, one I wouldn’t have guessed would happen in a million years, a trillion years. Right now I should’ve been at Harvard with a butt load of cash in my hand.

I should be cheers’ing with Lily about the fact that we’d made it through high school and should be comforting poor Ruby, Lily’s roommate who had another year before she could go off to college.

I might’ve told Lily that I wasn’t coming back but my conscience knew that I would return one last time to see her. She was my best friend after all. But from the turn that things had taken, I wasn’t sure if I would ever see her again.

I should be getting geared up to get my own place, buy my own groceries, have full control over the remote. Living in a home filled with 3 other siblings meant you almost never had control of the TV. It’d always been a democracy there where regular compromises had to be made on what would be watched.

It meant if you didn’t tackle the bag of cookies on grocery shopping day when your evil stepmother wasn’t looking, the only snacks around until next week was fruit. It meant hustle and bustle and loudness, occasional spats, constant cold showers because someone else used up all the hot, but lots and lots of hijinks, lots of laughter.


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