His Nasty Virgin

I quietly rolled out of bed, replacing my body beneath Juliana with my pillow, hoping it would keep her asleep. She’d been clinging to me all night after our session, and I fucking loved it.

But I couldn’t lay in bed any longer. I needed to get our dirty clothes out of the playroom and then get started on my day.

I was in the shower when I heard the door open. Juliana stepped in a moment later, and her hand landed on my back between my shoulder blades before I felt her lips on my wet skin a moment later.

“Woman, you are asking to get fucked,” I warned her. Even though we’d done quite a bit of fucking last night before we fell asleep in bed, I was always ready for more with her.

This woman of mine was fucking incredible.

I turned to look at her, my cock already standing at attention. She slid her soft hands up my abs. My muscles quivered beneath her touch. “That wouldn’t be so bad,” she whispered.

I ran a hand down my face. I hadn’t slept worth a shit the night before. All I could think about was Andres Garcia and his threat hanging over Juliana’s head.

Did she have any clue I knew who she was now?

“Before I take your body as mine again, baby girl, I need to tell you something.”

Her eyes so fucking trusting locked on mine. I licked my lips, drawing in a deep breath. “Andres has put a hit out on me to get you back,” I quietly told her. Her face paled. Fear clouded her eyes. I gripped her face in my hands. She was retreating from me, and I couldn’t fucking have that. “Look at me, Juliana,” I ordered. She squeezed her eyes shut, and I saw a tear slip from the corner of her eye. I gently shook her. “Little girl, open your fucking eyes and look at me.”

She snapped them back open, those terrified eyes locking on mine. “He will never touch you again,” I swore to her. “You are mine, you hear me? You belong to me. I will not let anyone fucking take you from me, you hear me?’

She nodded. I gently shook her again. “Words, little girl.” I needed her to vocalize to me that she understood everything I was saying to her. I needed her to trust me to take care of her.

“I understand,” she said softly.

I gathered her close to me, holding her tight in my arms. I pressed my lips to the top of her head. “Mine, baby girl,” I whispered. I slid my hand to her breast, cupping one, then the other. “Mine.” I slid my hand over her belly. “All fucking mine.” Then, I dipped my fingers right where I knew she wanted me, already finding her soaked. “This is all fucking mine,” I growled, looking down into her eyes.

“Yours,” she said in agreement, her eyes back to that trusting look again.

I took her lips in a hard kiss, my tongue tangling with hers as I backed her up against the shower wall, thrusting my fingers inside of her. I swallowed her moan and cupped her breast with my other hand, squeezing roughly before I pulled at her nipple, lightly pinching it. “Darren,” she whined.

“Come,” I ordered.

She came hard around my fingers, and before she had a chance to completely come off that high, I lifted her up and wrapped her legs around me before I thrust deep inside of her, claiming her pussy all over again.

She clung to me, her nails digging into my back as she plastered her wet body to mine. Her sweet voice begged me for more, begged me to make her completely mine.

I slammed my hand against the wall beside her head, my other hand gripping her ass cheek as I pounded in and out of her, my breathing out of control as I took her like a fucking savage.

I wreaked destruction on her body as I bit at her skin, marking her like a fucking caveman.

I held back as long as I could, but when I sent her headlong into a strong as fuck orgasm, her walls clutched me so fucking tight that it triggered my own release. I roared her name and gripped a handful of her hair, yanking her head back to claim her lips.

“Mine,” I growled, reiterating that point to her. I knew she needed to hear it.

“Yours,” she panted. “All yours, Darren.”

~*~*~

After we were both dressed, I took her downstairs for breakfast, nodding at the security guards on her protection detail as I passed by them.

Juliana stayed close by my side, her eyes glued to the floor. “Juliana, eyes up,” I told her. She looked over at me in surprise. “You’re my equal never below me. I want you to walk around with your chin up, you hear me?”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

She frowned but nodded. I leaned over and pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear. “Do this for me, and I’ll reward you later,” I promised in a whisper.

A shiver ran through her body, but her eyes brightened at the thought of a reward.

God, I loved taking care of her.

I led her over to the table that Emmaline, James, and Carter were at. I pulled a chair out for Juliana before taking a seat beside her, nodding in greeting to Adrian as he took a seat at our table as well. Mrs. Judy walked over to our table, beaming at Juliana. “Oh, you are so beautiful,” she gushed.

Juliana’s cheeks flamed red. She started to cast her eyes down before she remembered my words from earlier and lifted her chin again. I leaned over and pressed a kiss to her jaw. “Good girl,” I rumbled.

She beamed at me. God, those fucking smiles were going to melt my insides. As long as I got rewarded with those smiles, I would die a fucking happy man.

“What would you like to eat, sweetheart?” Mrs. Judy asked her.

“She’ll have a stack of pancakes,” I answered for her. Juliana found my hand under the table and gave it a gentle squeeze of thanks. “Add a glass of cranberry juice and two bottles of water, please.”

She smiled at me. “Of course. And what do you want, Darren?”

I laughed. “Everything,” I admitted. James snorted, calling me a fat ass. I kicked him under the table, making him scowl at me. “Add a cup of coffee to that as well.”

“You got it.”

She walked back to the kitchen. “You still eat that fucking much?” James asked me.

I flexed my bicep and turned my head, pressing a kiss to it. Juliana laughed with Emmaline, and the sound of Juliana laughing sent tingles straight down my spine, making me relax even further into my chair. “Got

to eat to keep up this amazing body, brother.”

“Stop taking steroids,” Adrian told me. “That might help.”

I rolled my eyes. “No steroids in prison, Adrian. All of this shit is natural.”

He teasingly scoffed. Surprising the fuck out of me like she always tended to, Juliana wrapped her hand around my bicep, turning my attention to her.

“I like it,” she said quietly.

I grinned and leaned down to kiss her.