“Allegra?”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re crying.”
“I’m fine,” I repeat. “Just give me a minute.”
Thankfully, he shuts up and holds still.
After long moments, I shift my hips, experimenting with the pain level and the fullness I am feeling.
“Babe,” Bishop groans, his eyes closed.
A frisson of pleasure runs through me, and I do it again, hooking my leg over his hip.
“If you keep squirming, I won’t be able to stay still,” he says lowly, fighting to remain in control. His hands pin my hips to the bed harshly.
“Please,” I mutter, trying to move. “I need…” My words taper off, because I don’t know what I need.
“I know exactly what you need.”
Bishop pulls back before stroking into me, his gaze locking on where we are connected.
“You should have told me,” he says angrily. “I would have taken my time. I wouldn’t have hurt you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie.
Bishop grabs my face harshly, holding me in place until our gazes connect. “There is blood on my cock. I know you were a virgin.”
“What does it matter?”
“You don’t just give up your virginity to some random asshole,” he says angrily. “It’s supposed to be special.”
“It’s supposed to be my choice,” I counter. “I chose to be here. I’m not scared, and no one is trying to hurt me.”
“Babe,” he groans, all the anger leaving him. He kisses me gently before pulling back.
I smile at him when he pulls away. “Call it a Christmas gift.”
Chapter Six
Bishop
A virgin.
Fuck.
My.
Life.
I hurt her, made her cry. I feel like a fucking bastard. But Allegra is being so fucking logical that it is driving all those feelings out of me.
“Call it a Christmas gift,” she says with a shy smile.
I want to throttle her and kiss her at the same time. But who the fuck am I to judge her? She should be able to make her own decisions. Especially after what she has been through. It’s a fucking miracle her virginity was still intact to begin with.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I say, withdrawing my length. “If this is my gift, I’m going to enjoy it.”