Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

Azriel’s POV

When Claire reacted to me the way she did, screaming when she came into my mouth, her body shuddering under my mouth as I tongue-f****d her brains out made me nearly c*m in my pants. Her p***y had been made from me. Her petite body, her every curve, her smooth alabaster skin…..every inch of her was perfect.

And in that moment, I knew I could never let her go. She was mine……..forever.

Rising up, I took a hold of her neck, making her gasp.

“Tell me Claire, do you want me to f**k you ?” I speak against her neck, sucking on her sensitive skin. I wanted her to want me just as much as I wanted her.

She squirms when my hand traces up her thighs, roughly caressing her skin as my fingers inch up slowly……making her restless for more.

“Please !” She quietly whispers, arching her neck to give me more space. I bite down on the skin of her collarbone, stroking the bitten skin with my tongue as her body shivers against me.

“Please what, Claire ?” I snarled, grasping her thighs so hard, I turned her skin there a rosy red. She cried out, her body melting in my hold.

My lips trace upwards from her neck to her jaw and then to the corner of her lips, holding her spasming body against me.

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There is suddenly a knock on the door and I rush to cover myself up, startled by the sudden interruption.

He keeps a hand tightly wrapped around me, burying my face in his shoulder. In his quick reaction, the blindfold slipped off from my face. He stilled when he noticed this, his hand around my shoulders tightened as he pressed my face up against just beneath his neck.

“Claire, will you do as you are told ?” He breathed against my ear, his tone soft but firm.

“Yes.” I quickly replied, knowing full well that he wasn’t playing around. If I wanted those 5 million dollars, I would have to do as he told me to.

“Yes what ?” He growled out, pressing me up against him by the back of my neck.

“Yes, sir.” I timidly whispered, trying not to shiver in his hold.

“Keep your eyes closed.” He said, his tone hard. All I could do was nod as I kept my eyes tightly shut whilst he slipped the blindfold on. It killed me to not open my eyes, I wanted to see him…..all of him…. even a glimpse would suffice for now.

But I wasn’t stupid, I wouldn’t let my libido take control of me and risk loosing 5 million dollars just to get a look at some man who I was just a little bit attracted to.

“Stay here.” He husked out, his tone softening. Placing a chaste k**s against my cheek, his presence swiftly left me.

I couldn’t help but trace my cheek where he’d placed a k**s before walking to the door. This k**s had held a promise, it wasn’t rough or euphoric, it was sweet I dare say. My mind was in a swirl, my b***d singing in my veins as I jumped down from the table.

“What is it ?” I heard him bark at the person who’d just entered the room I guessed.

I heard some murmuring but couldn’t make out what they were talking about.

I soon heard the door close and his steps retreating towards me made me stiffen up.

Without a word, he pressed an earth-shattering k**s against my lips before roughly pulling away.

“I have to go now baby.” He whispered, holding my face against his, our lips were just an inch apart I think. It took me every ounce of willpower I had to not k**s him right then and there.

“You’re not going to f**k me ?” I asked, shocked to my very core. I’d taken him for a

‘Wham bam ! Thank you ma’am’ type.

I felt sort of embarrassed at my question when I heard him let out a slight chuckle.

His smooth fingers cup my face and I can’t help but lean in. A strangled g***n escapes him when I unconsciously bite my lower l*p, making me immediately let go of it.

“I’m not done with you yet, Miss Dawson.” He says, a dangerous edge to his voice. “Did you really think I would be done with you in a night ?”

I gulped in fear and anticipation.

Not being able to see anything at all with this blindfold on me was killing me with frustration.

“How many nights were you planning to have me for ?” I asked, trying to put on a convincing smile.

I froze when I felt his hand tighten on my cheek.

“Are you afraid, Claire ?” He asks, making my b***d run cold. My body stiffens when I feel his finger trace my lips.

“Should I be ?” I shoot back, boldly taking a step towards him.

Apparently my question amused him so letting out a malicious chuckle, he replies, “You’re really one of a kind, Miss Dawson.”

I’m surprised when he places a sort of sweet k**s on my lips, letting out a strangled g***n he deepens the k**s even more, making me respond immediately. His tongue is quite skilled at exploring my mouth.

His hands roam up and down my body like he’s desperate…..desperate for me. I m**n when he takes my bottom l*p between his teeth and slowly…..so f*****g slowly he lets go.

When we finally break contact, his fingers gently stroke my swollen lips. I can tell he’s affected by me just as much as I am by him by the way his breathing has accelerated.

“Claire, I need your unbiased opinion on something.” He states, his voice hard.

“What is it ?” I ask, confused as to why he needed my opinion on something, he surely must have better judgement than some teenager girl like me ?

“I have a decision to make, if I choose the first option, it would certify me as a monster but I want to do it all the same because the beast inside me needs it. Let’s refer to it as my salvation. And my other option would entail no one getting hurt but me, a good man would go with that option.” He breathes. Before I can comprehend what he said, he then again adds, “Even someone with a blindfold can tell that I’m not someone with very good intentions.”

I let out a nervous laugh just as I feel his breath on my ear, “In fact, my intentions are very, very bad.” His husky voice is so alluring.