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“Sure.” She let go of my jacket and straightened herself on her knees, then she reached for her dress and stripped herself. “Do I look better now?”
Fucking hell…
She wore a red-laced bra and panties—my favorite. Her skin was fair, silky, and smooth. I wanted to eat strawberries off them and spank her soft ass until it was red and she was dripping to have me inside her.
“We had a deal, Mr. Tough Guy.” She crawled to me, her lips hovering over mine this time. I was barely holding myself now. My breath was ragged, my veins swollen with the need to release and my blood boiling hot to have her.
“You’re playing with fire,moya zvezda.”
“Burn me.” She angled over my ear and in a voice that was barely above a whisper, she said, “Fuck me.”
Chapter 3 - Mariana
I had a dream last night that I’d lost my virginity in a dimly lit room. And I’d lost it to no one else but the dark, handsome guy at the club.
It was still fresh in my head—the rich cinnamon and musky scent that rolled off him. The ravenous way he kissed me and the way he rammed in and out of me. The ache that ripped my insides apart when he thrusted inside me for the first time, the smell of fresh blood, and how all of that pain melted into pleasure moments after.
Stirring in my bed, I threw my pillow over my head, feeling a smile on my lips. It felt good despite the headache from the hangover and the dull pain between my legs. I was no longer a virgin.
My eyes pried open on their open, adjusting quickly to the sunlight streaming into my bedroom, realization punching me in the gut.
I am no longer a virgin.
I gave my virginity to the guy from the casino last night? Kicking the air, I sank my fingers into my hair and began to tug on it. I wasn’t mad that I’d given up my virginity, I was bound to lose it someday anyway, and it wasn’t because I was drunk either, but because I’d enjoyed it.
Christy told me it was painful for the first time and I wouldn’t enjoy it. I didn’t want to share that traumatizing experience with someone I actually cared about so I gave it up. But rather than an excruciating pain, I was a cocoon of pleasure only after a few thrusts, moaning and begging for me.
Shit. This can’t be happening.
Well, it had happened already and as much as I’d hoped not to remember it—not to remember him—everything about last night was stuck in my head.
Looking down, I realized I wasn’t in the dress I’d worn to the casino last night. I was wearing one of my nightgowns, which meant someone had helped me change. How even did I get home last night?
More questions rolled into my head. Hard as I tried, I couldn’t rummage my brain for any answers.
Freeing my hair, I inhaled the aroma of fresh bread. Who was baking bread? I clamped my mouth. Was it him? Did he bring me home, change me into my nightgown and now he is making breakfast?
He didn’t come across as romantic or the type of guy to have enough common sense to make breakfast for a lady. Maybe I was wrong about him?
I tried to bite back a smile, but it overpowered me, breaking through me and radiating all over my body. Jumping down from the bed, I headed to the bathroom to pe, brush and wash my face.
After, I brushed my hair, letting it blanket my shoulders and back before I followed the delicious aroma down to the kitchen with a sheepish smile on my face.
My smile dropped the moment I stepped inside, disappointment slashing through my chest like the sharp edge of a shattered glass. “Christy.”
She looked at me. “Good morning, sunshine. What are you doing here?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? I came to make you breakfast, looked like you had too much to drink last night.”
I shuffled over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and squeezing as I emptied it down my throat. “How did I get home last night?”
The last thing I remembered was getting dressed and sitting on the couch after me and the guy had sex, waiting for him to finish a phone call so I could ask him his name. I must’ve have fallen asleep then, assuming he didn’t do anything else to me—like drug me.
Christy scrunched her face as if to say she couldn’t believe this was happening. It was okay, I couldn’t believe it was happening either. How did I go from reluctantly visiting an illegal casino to losing my virginity to the owner of said casino? I must’ve lost my damn mind, really.
“You really don’t know how you came home last night?”
I shook my head. Settling on a stool by the kitchen island. “I don’t remember.”
