Page 2 of His Virgin Wife

Clenching her hands into fists, she slowly movedcloser and slid into the seat where her food was. She stared down at the plate,and her stomach rumbled. Spaghetti and meatballs had always been her favorite.She loved the ones her mother made, which didn’t have too much garlic. Sheloved garlic, but not when it was the only thing she could taste on the food.

Picking up her fork, she quickly glanced acrossthe table and saw Dom had steak and potatoes. She sliced into the meatball, andsure enough, it was either pork or chicken. Taking a bite, she knew it was a combinationof both.

The food, like always, was delicious. Dom had anin-house chef, Alfie, and he was an amazing cook.

Twirling her fork into her spaghetti, she scoopedit into her mouth, and knew she was not quite as delicate as she could be. Whenit came to pasta, she was a bit of a monster, shoveling it into her mouth. WithDom present, she tried to be sensible, delicate, ladylike, but she was starvingand needed all the calories she could get.

Every now and then, she glanced up and noticed himlooking at her. She didn’t know what to do, so she averted her gaze and kepteating. In the back of her mind, there was a question she wanted to ask. It hadbeen forming for several days, if not weeks. The lame doormat inside herstopped her from asking it. Why ask a question she knew might get her killed?

She didn’t know if it was the months, the constantfear of death, or what, but now she blurted the words.

“What do I have to do to get out of here alive?”she asked.

This was not the delicate way she wanted to ask,or even the exact words she wanted to say, but they would have to do for now.

His response did surprise her. “The real question,Emily, is what are you willing to do to make it out of here alive?”

Damn it, she loved the way he said her name.

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Dom knew he shouldn’t care. Emily Craven was nothis problem. If he was in his right mind, he’d dispose of her with ease. Justget her out of his life. It was a simple bullet to the head, and she would beno one’s problem. Only, something about Emily had him taking her in the firstplace.

Nigel, the sniveling little shit, had everyintention of selling her on the black market. He’d seen the details. He didn’tlike Nigel, never had. They were enemies for a reason. Nigel was filth, andeven though he knew he wasn’t a good man, he was not like Nigel.

Nigel used and abused his power. The women thatworked for him would do anything for drugs, and some of that shit wassickening. He was always about making money, fast. He was even willing to usehis own daughter to make a few million, by selling her virginity to the highestbidder.

Dom intervened.

He was not a good man, he knew that. Women workedfor him, but they did so to earn a living, and he never forced them into it. Hemade sure they were clean, and he took care of those in his employ. He helped thewomen who didn’t want to fuck for a living as well, those who wanted a freshstart.

He owned multiple businesses, some legal, mostnot. He made a lot of money and was good at what he did. Men feared him becausehe wasn’t afraid to do what was necessary to get what he wanted.

There were rules he followed. He had his own codeof ethics. Kids were off the table. Stolen women were not his business either.The only woman he had kidnapped in his forty years was right next to him, herblonde hair falling around her in a beautiful cascade. Golden hair and wideblue eyes.

She didn’t know how to answer his question. If helet her go, Nigel would do exactly what he wanted with her. It was not hisbusiness. He knew there were cops and people who were on the hunt for Nigel. Itwas their job to catch him.

There was something about Emily that made itimpossible for him to let her go. She was not his problem. Yet, he couldn’t dothat.

The men Nigel dealt with didn’t have any problemraping a woman to get what they wanted. Nigel wouldn’t care about what happenedto his daughter, so long as they paid for the privilege to do it.

Staring at Emily, he knew she didn’t deserve thatlife. He knew all about Emily and her mother, Nora. Nora had contacted him. Itmust have taken a lot for her to do that. She was worried about her daughterand the way Nigel was acting. He’d never been attentive to his little girl, andnow that she was turning into a beautiful woman, he was showing an interest.

Dom had taken Emily. Now, as he looked at her, heknew her life would be forever in danger with Nigel out there. The man waspissed that someone had stolen his daughter. He had come to him, demanding herrelease. Dom played his cards right and told him he didn’t know what the fuckhe was talking about. He lied easily to his enemy’s face, and for good reason.Emily deserved a chance at life.

The only reason he hadn’t killed Nigel was becausethe law was following him around. Dom wasn’t stupid, and there was no way hewas going to risk his own life to kill his enemy. There would be no prison cellfor him.

Nora also played the stupid card to her ex, butinstead turned the tables on Nigel. He didn’t know why Nigel hadn’t just killedNora, but he figured there was something Nora had or knew Nigel didn’t wantdiscovering. Either way, they were both protecting this woman.

Now, he said he would keep her safe, but he didn’tpromise Nora he would keep his hands to himself. For the past three months,he’d played the good little host. Keeping her here, allowing her to wait onhim. He didn’t need a waitress or staff. He liked watchingEmilywalkaway from him. The jeans he chose for her molded to that curvy ass withutter perfection.

The tops she wore showcased her curvy body, justthe way he liked. She had nice, full tits and a small waist that bloomed intofull, rounded hips. He loved her shapely ass and those thick thighs. He lovedwatching her in either a dress or a skirt, or jeans. It didn’t matter, they allshowed off her body to visual heaven.

Dom didn’t give a shit that she was a virgin. He’dnever been with a virgin himself, and knowing no other man had touched her wasa temptation.

She would have made Nigel a lot of money. Notanymore.

He watched as she licked her lips. There was nosensual act, she simply moistened her lips and glanced away. He watched hertake a deep breath, which pushed her chest out, squeezing those tits together.

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