Page 7 of Devil's Den

With the condom on, he stepped in closer, and taking the tip of his cock, he lined it up with her entrance. Then, he fed her his cock, slamming deep inside her, only to tense up as he heard her scream.

She didn’t have all of his cock, and she was trying to pull away from him. Her saw her hand clench, and then it suddenly dawned on him. The tightness of her pussy, the pain she had just experienced, and as he glanced down at his condom-covered cock, he saw the evidence of her virginity. Beth Hunter had been a virgin, and he was completely in shock.

“What the fuck!” He was so angry and … infuriated, and … angry. He didn’t want to comprehend what had just happened.

“I’m sorry,” Beth said.

Rome had not signed up for a virgin. He wanted an experienced woman who knew the score, and now as he stepped back, he took another step back, then another, until he left the dining room.

Chapter Three

“What the fuck?”

Beth stared up at the ceiling and she didn’t know what to do.

Everything had been going so well until, well … the pain, and then the confusion. Beth didn’t know how long she was leaning over the table before she realized he’d left her, and she was still naked.

The pain in her body had ebbed away, but now she felt that odd sting of humiliation. Shouldn’t guys feel happy about having a virgin? Isn’t that what all romance books said men wanted? Virgins were prized possessions, or something like that.

She’d been so busy working and trying to make a life for herself and her brother, men hadn’t entered the equation. The first time one did, it hadn’t exactly gone well. She’d tried not to scream, and even though she’d been nervous, she had wanted to feel what it was like.

It was strange as part of her had always wanted the dating, meeting a guy, getting to know him, falling in love, having sex, all of it being part of a natural and somewhat boring cycle. She thought about them laughing over mistakes they made, stupidness they’d done through sex. None of that had happened. She didn’t have time to meet guys, as meeting them in bars just didn’t seem ideal. Also, her brother was kind of a pain in the ass. She had to babysit him enough, and men seemed like hard work.

So, if she was completely honest with herself, even though she didn’t like Rome’s ultimatum, it did kind of tick all her necessary boxes that she needed. Sex without the awkwardness of building a relationship. Finding out everything she had missed with a guy who wasn’t going to call. She had all the answers before everything else. It sounded so perfect, at least toher.

Now, she had a guy who hadn’t even finished, and had walked away from her. It didn’t exactly fill her with confidence for the next chance, if there was even going to be a next chance.

Rolling over, she tried to look across the room.

This was Rome’s room. She didn’t quite know where Rome went afterward.

Before leaving the dining room, she’d cleaned up the mess he’d made. She didn’t know what kind of cleaning arrangement he had, but it felt wrong to leave it for someone else.

She was so stupid. On the night of losing her virginity, she gets rejected and yet still tries to make it work. How dumb was she? It made no sense to her.

Trying to sleep wasn’t helping either. She shoved the blankets off. Although it had been kind of fun and scary being naked, she’d thrown on an old ratty shirt for bed. Stepping toward the closet, she opened the door to find her bag filled with a month’s worth of clothes. Not that she had many. There were several that would need to be washed.

A couple of pairs of jeans, a few shirts, some skirts, and a couple of dresses. Her whole wardrobe had been bare by the time she was finished. She had less shoes—a pair of heels, sneakers, and boots—that was it.

Unloading her bag, she started hanging the clothes on the spare hanger.

Rome had more clothes than she did. She didn’t touch any of his stuff.

“What are you doing?”

She spun around to find Rome, looking composed, and nothing like the man she had heard before he left.

“Ugh, I was … putting away my clothes.”

He looked at her and she pressed her lips together. It wason the tip of her tongue to ask him how he was doing, but she was the one who had been in pain. Why should she keep asking him? It made no sense to her, even though she really wanted to.

Gritting her teeth, she waited.

“Why?” he asked.

“You told me to.”

“No, I’m not talking about the fucking clothes in the closet. I’m talking about why you didn’t tell me you were a virgin?”

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