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“I want you,” she whimpers.

“There is no way in hell I am fucking you for the first time in a dirty warehouse!” I growl, squeezing her ass as I rock my cock against her, savoring the feeling for a few moments before finally pulling back.

“Vlad,” she whines.

“Not here,” I say again, putting a little more space between us. My eyes drop to her heaving chest and then shift to her flushed face. “I will give you what you want, but…not here.”

With that, I turn around and walk away before I can change my mind and fuck her fast and hard against the rough, dirty wall like everything inside me is begging me to do. No, this isn’t about what I want anymore, but what she deserves.

And Rue doesn’t deserve for her virginity to be taken in such a place.

Chapter Five

Rue

Wait, what just happened?

And why is the man who seconds ago promised to wreck me walking away? The spot between my legs is slick with arousal and my nipples ache with need, and…he’s just going to walk away?

He is the reason I am like this in the first place.

I watch Vlad leave the warehouse, and I have to force my shaky legs to work so I can rush after him. I catch up with him just as he is stepping outside. I silently watch as the man starts to lock the door and realize he is serious about leaving. Is this it? He said he didn’t want to do anything here, but did he only say that as a way to put a stop to what was happening? My behavior, which was so out of character for me, suddenly makes me flush with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, hating the shakiness in my voice.

Was it pathetic of me to beg this man for something so needily when we’d only just met? Maybe, but I could have sworn he was into it too. He kissed me back after all. Heck, I can still see the outline of his erection. His massive bulge makes it obvious that I am not alone in this feeling.

He wants me too, so why is he fighting it?

“Not here,” he says firmly, turning away and walking toward the car. He opens the passenger door for me, and I look at him nervously before climbing in. I wait for him to get in as well before turning to him.

It occurs to me that his obvious arousal might just have been a physical reaction to stimulus. That doesn’t necessarily mean that he wants sex with me. The thought has my stomach churning. “You can tell me if you just don’t want me. For what it’s worth, I enjoyed it.”

This is a new side of me. In a different setting, I wouldn’t be brave enough to face Vlad even without the reputation attached to his name. This bold side of me takes me completely by surprise, but I need to know what he’s thinking. I need to know if I’m alone in my desire.

My body craves this man, but so does my mind. When he is close, touching and kissing me, I can let go of everything else and relax. He makes me forget, and right now, I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts for another second.

It’s driving me insane.

Vlad goes to start the car, but I grab his hand before he can. “Rue, I’m trying to be considerate.”

“I don’t need you to be.”

The one man that everyone in Valor Springs thinks is dangerous, and he chooses now to be a gentleman. I watch him to see if he changes his mind about waiting, but still, he resists, which chips a little at my ego, so I pull my hand away from his. “I understand. You can drop me off anywhere in town, and I’ll find a ride home.”

The words are said carelessly and laced with hurt that I can’t hide. Up until the moment I met Vlad, I had never onceentertained the thought of being intimate with a guy. Of course, I thought about romance, loving someone and having them love me back. I always thought my first time would be romantic. That it would happen in a bed full of red rose petals, but I never imagined that when I did finally meet a man I want, everything else—including the location—wouldn’t matter.

My words are meant to offer him an easy way out of what is quickly becoming an awkward situation.

Vlad takes my words as a threat.

The second the words are out, he wraps his arms around me and plucks me from my seat and onto his lap so I’m straddling him. There is a dark expression on his face that looks like he’s seconds away from tearing someone to shreds, and for the first time since meeting him, I see what others fear.

But I only feel excitement.

“I’m not dropping you off anywhere. I’m going to take you somewhere that’s nicer than a fucking dirty warehouse and finish what we started,” he growls, and I can practically see the lust in his eyes. “When you begged me to take you in that warehouse, you made me a promise. Your virginity is mine. It’ll be my name on your lips when you come for the first time, little girl.”

I open my lips to tell him I don’t’ care where we are, that I want that—him—right now, but I can’t get the words out. Not when he’s staring at me the way he is, with a look so possessive it terrifies and thrills me in equal measure. I can smell his expensive aftershave, which carries hints of wood and musk, creating a rich and earthy scent that is warm and sensual.

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