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I can’t believe he just walked away from me like that.

Couldn’t he tell how badly I wanted to be with him? I just got a little scared. It’s totally normal for someone to be scared their first time.

He made me feel small and pathetic and weak. Like somehow I was suddenly not good enough for him. Maybe he is used to girls who are experienced and know what they are doing or know how to please him properly. Maybe I did everything wrong.

I don’t know. I can’t handle this. I am completely freaking out and dying inside.

For a moment, I stand leaning against the locked door, waiting to hear if he is coming back down the passage, maybe to talk to me or reassure me that it’s ok. But he doesn’t.

I storm over to the cupboards and yank them open, dragging out whatever I can find in there that looks comfortable.

I end up pulling on a pair of really oversized sweatpants and a large t-shirt, but at least I don’t feel so exposed anymore.

I climb into the massive bed, pulling the blankets right up over my head and burying my face into the pillow to try and hide the tears that are streaming down my cheeks.

I have never felt so ashamed in my life.

I wish I could just disappear. I don’t know how I will manage to face him in the morning.

I am never ever going to let him affect me like that again. I don’t care how hot he is or what incredible things he can do with his mouth, he doesn’t deserve to touch me.

I won’t lose control like that again. Ever.

Chapter 7 - Stefano

I stand in the living room of the safe house and down two shots of whisky in quick succession.

I can’t believe what she just told me. I had no idea; I hadn’t even considered it was a possibility that she might be a virgin. She is stunning. Beyond stunning. She is the most beautiful girl on this planet, and no man has ever claimed her.

I grin and shake my head.

I almost completely ruined her first time. Not a chance in hell am I going to have her lose her virginity in some safe house out in the middle of nowhere.

I will make it special, at home, in our home, in our bedroom.

My cock is still throbbing and rock-hard, pressing against my pants, even after two shots of whiskey. I can’t go back in there now because I will never be able to control myself. It was only the absolute shock of finding that out that paused me long enough to let me get away from her.

I slump down on the sofa, rubbing my hand over my crotch. I am so hard it is painful. She was so fucking sexy, and those sounds she made. Oh my fuck.

How am I supposed to stay away from her, knowing she is right there down the hallway?

I undo my pants and wrap my hand around my cock.

I have to get rid of this frustration, otherwise I won’t even be able to sleep tonight.

I thought she was enticing before, but knowing she is a virgin has me even more worked up now.

I must be the luckiest man in the world to have married her.

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In the morning I find some clothes in the dresser, and after a hot shower I am dressed and in the kitchen making coffee. Darya is still not up and about. I am beginning to worry that something happened to her.

Knowing how she likes her coffee from all my hours of following her around, I make a cup and carry it down the hallway to the bedroom.

I push the handle, and to my surprise, I find that it is locked.

This infuriates me.

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