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And here I was, about to lose my virginity to the devil.

A part of me should have been terrified, and I was—but not in the way I had always imagined. The fear wasn’t from the act itself, but from the power Gianni held over me.

The power he was about to cement in the most intimate way possible.

Gianni wasn’t just taking my virginity; he was claiming it, making sure I would never forget who had been my first, who had broken through all those walls I had carefully built around myself.

It was twisted.

Wrong.

Everything I had never wanted—and yet, in this moment, it felt like the only thing that made sense.

Am I going crazy? Because. . .I like that it will be him who takes it.

The very thought shot a shiver of dark pleasure through me.

Gianni was everything I had feared and desired, a man who held power over life and death, who could be tender one moment and brutal the next.

He was dangerous.

Unpredictable.

And utterly captivating.

If anyone was going to break me, to take what I had guarded so fiercely, it would truly be him.

No one else could have made this moment feel as monumental—as earth-shattering—as he was about to.

The little fantasies I had crafted over the years now seemed laughable.

Soft words, gentle touches—those things had no place here.

Gianni was too raw.

Too primal.

And as Gianni hovered over me, his gaze dark and possessive, I knew that after this, I would never be the same.

I would belong to him in a way that no one else ever could.

All of this made me realize this simple fact that I desperately wanted him to take my virginity.

I could feel the truth of it in every part of me, a need so intense it made my breath catch, made my heart race. I was on the cliff’s edge of something terrifying and exhilarating, and I wanted to jump out into the abyss.

To feel my body, fall and soar, all at the same time.

My head spun.

I gazed up at Gianni, meeting his eyes with a mix of defiance and surrender.

I wasn’t justlosingmy virginity.

I wasgivingit to him.

Surely, the devil might think he was taking it, but in my heart, I knew the truth.

I was choosing this.