Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

I stepped up in front of him. He grabbed the back of my knees and pulled me closer.

“I had to come all the way home in the middle of a busy work day to deal with you so you’re going to make it worth my while,” he said and the tone of voice and expression on his face were scary.

Beyond scary.

He caressed the back of my leg softly. I tried to step back but he grabbed my h**s.

“Did you disobey me?” his fingers dug in.

“No.” I whispered, my voice hoarse, gaze fixed on the ceiling.

“You snuck off to talk to her; what did you say?”

“I just kept telling her I’m fine and not to worry.”

One of his hands slid up and down my thigh. Suddenly both of his hands were pushing the pants I was wearing down, taking the underwear with them. I tried to back up.

“You refused to answer my call. Stop,” he said.

I froze.

“Take your shirt off,” he said.

I chewed the inside of my cheek. No way.

“Now,” he added.

I shook my head.

“Are you telling me no?”

I looked up at the ceiling and tried hard to not cry but my chin was trembling.

He yanked the pants the rest of the way down, then stood up, towering over me and hauled the t-shirt I was wearing over my head, leaving me in my bra.

Then he undid it, too, and pulled it off. He did all of this methodically and then he stopped and tipped my chin up so I’d have to look at him.

He was so intimidating.

Bigger, stronger, such an intense look on his face. I was a quaking mess. I covered my chest with my arms.

He dropped his pants. I held back the tears that were threatening. “I’ve done nothing wrong.” I said to the ceiling.

His eyes were on me, glaring at me, making me want to cower, “I told you to come to me and you hesitated. I told you to take off your shirt and you hesitated. I think you need to learn a little bit about following directions.” His eyes burned into me with anger.

He was scaring the f**k out of me.

“You don’t hesitate when I tell you to do something. You do it. And when I call, you answer the f*****g phone; understand?”

I stepped back, stepping out of the pants that were pooled at my feet. He stepped forward. I stepped back again and again and then my back hit the wall.

He came up directly against me and grabbed my wrists and held them against the wall above my head.

“Disobey me again; I dare you.”

He stared for a moment and then let go, grabbed my breasts and raked his fingers over my n*****s roughly.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

My now free hands pushed at him and for a split second he let me go and then my hands came up to cover myself. He smirked, then leaned forward and hauled me over a shoulder and then dropped me on the bed.

“On all fours, now,” he said. He pointed at the mattress. I shook my head and a whimper came out.

“Oh, another refusal? Did you forget all the rules today, Claire? Not obeying me and discussing me with someone else?”

“I didn’t discuss you.”

“But you agree that you disobeyed me?”

“Please don’t.” My heart hammered against my chest wall.

He leaned over toward me, “On all fours. Now. If you’re going to be a disobedient b***h, I’ll f**k you like one.” He picked up the belt from beside me. I started to whimper and cower. He smirked.

He looked so evil, so like he was loving every minute of this. Part of me was ready to just do what he said to make things easier but something rose in me.

No.

No, I wasn’t going to just be a victim here, let him beat me. This sick and twisted man could not just take me over and over like this. I may not have been a strong person but I certainly wasn’t this weak, was I?

I backed up against the headboard and then he leaned closer, a sickening glint in his eye.

Right then, right there, I was so done.

Totally done dealing with this prick. I leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed for the lamp and bashed it on his head.

“f**k you!” I screamed. He looked dazed for about a second. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.

Azriel’s POV

I can’t believe she f*****g whacked me on the head. I was practically seeing stars.

I saw three of her in front of me. As I shook it off, she took off toward the patio door. I caught her by the leg and we both crashed down onto the carpet by the doors.

I knew I had gone too far with the way I was handling this but today had been a bad f*****g day so far and I’d just seen red imagining her being taken from me and now I was letting her know how f*****g pissed I was.

She raked her fingernails down my cheek and it instantly burned. I gave her an incredulous look and then I quickly pinned her to the rug and held her wrists tight.

“Claire!” I hollered at her. It obviously scared her as she stilled long enough for me to lay right on top of her. Pinned, I parted her legs with my knee.

I needed to be inside of her right now, I needed her to submit. I dipped a finger into her p***y and it let me in a little. She wasn’t soaked but there was something.

She bucked, trying to get me off her, her fists flying, then she head butted me right in the eye.