Page 3 of Claiming His Virgin

“I understand,” she says, her voice, sassy and annoyed. She is itching for my hand to meet her ass.

“Good. Now, I am sure you would like to take a shower and put on some clean clothes. I don’t have girly shit at my place but I have a t-shirt and some sweats you can put on. I have a shower you can use in the guest room, second floor, last door on your left.”

“Thank you,” she whispers before walking away. Jesus. Even her ass is perfection. Walking into my main shower, I strip and get under the cold spray. My head conjures images of her upstairs, water dripping over her ample breasts, her nipples dusky and plump. I bet her pussy is just as juicy as her tits. Fuck. My hands jack my cock faster as I curse her undeniable power over me. “Fucking brat. Shit.” I grunt out as I jizz all over my shower wall. I have got to get a grip. I can’t do entitled little girls. My cock laughs at me and stands at attention once again. Then why does she make you so hard?

Chapter Three

SAFFRON

While the hot water of his shower a fucking godsend, I can’t believe that I have to stay here. It really is an overgrown man cave. I cataloged it as I walked through. A giant television covers one wall, under it various gaming systems and a DVD player. A couch, a coffee table, a dining table, kitchen stuff. Nothing luxurious, nothing extra. Nothing like I’m used to. Even I can tell, I’ve become a bitch, the kind of bitch Kimmy and I make fun of.

Standing under the water, I can’t believe I am free. Well, freeish. Tears flow down my face and mix with the water. I had never been hit before Kimmy and I were taken. For three weeks, I endured so much pain. More pain than I ever knew was possible, but I survived it. They separated Kimmy and I . I don’t know what happened to Kim, we’ve had no chance to talk about it, but what happened to me will stay with me forever. My captors taunted me, telling me they were breaking me in for what was to come next. They didn’t know that I speak fluent Spanish though. They didn’t realize it, but they told me what was next. I don’t know how I made it through with my virginity intact, but I am so thankful that I did. As much as I liked to party, there are certain things that belong only to your husband. While I am not particularly religious, I know what’s right and what’s wrong. I was so careful, never drinking too much, never more than one drink at a party, never letting myself be alone in situations where people drink. Then something like this happens. I shudder to think what could have happened if this man didn’t rescue me, however I don’t like trading one prison for another.

I haven’t been to the hospital in weeks now. I hope little Glynnis is still doing okay. She was undergoing chemo when I left. I promised her I’d be back to check on her. The whole time I was in captivity, I hated that I broke my promise. We were right in the middle of Prince Caspian, the second book in The Chronicles of Narnia. She’s ten years old and a little fighter. No one knows this about me, but I volunteer in the pediatric cancer ward and the homeless kitchen in New York City. The rest of my time was spent spending my daddy’s money on stupid shit like hair, nails, clothes I’ll never wear, and partying. Being a socialite isn’t as easy as it looks in the tabloids. I am walking contrication, I know but I’ll never go to another party as long as I live.

My silent tears have turned to full blown sobs as I let the water relieve the aches in my body. Layers and layers of dirt slide off of my body and down the drain, but I am afraid the scars of my ordeal will last forever. As the dirt goes, bruises and cuts I didn’t know I had become visible. There is a deep laceration on the outside of my thigh. It looks infected, might need stitches.

“Saffron,” Axel asks from outside the bathroom, startling me from my wound assessment.

“Yes,” I ask hastily, wiping the tears from my eyes.

“Your clothes are here on the counter as well as a towel.”

“Thank you.”

“I am going to pick up supplies. Remember what I said.”

“I got it,” I say harsher than I mean to.

“I’ll be back,” he says and leaves without another word.

He does things to me, things I don’t want. He’s the hottest man I’ve ever seen, but he’s an asshole.

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