Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

“Why?”

“I can’t control this rage in me. You stay and I will break you. I know it, Claire. You know it. You’re almost broken now. You need to go now before I finish you off. I’m that f****d. And you’re that close.

Take your casino money, hock the ring, and go. Leave town. Have a nice life. Don’t ever let me know where you are. Don’t.”

I stared at the muscled details of his back as he resumed punching.

I stepped to the side and caught his profile. His jaw was tight, his eyes were narrow and he was punching the bag so hard.

“One.” He said through gritted teeth and then there was a loud thud as he punched the bag.

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Two,” he said and punched the bag harder.

“Azriel, I don’t.”

“Three. I don’t have the necklace, Claire. It can’t stop me.” He said through gritted teeth and punched again a bunch of times. Pow, pow, pow pow pow.

“I’m sorry I got stuck in my head the last few days. I’ve been through a lot. It’s just been, I just need…”

“Four.” Pow! I think it must’ve been with all of his strength.

“I need you. I want us to figure this out. Together, we can…”

“Five!” he yelled and then he turned around and faced me and whipped his gloves off and to the floor.

I stood there staring him in the eye, summoning courage while facing the rage emerging on his face.

“You’re not f*****g Dumbo the goddamn Elephant who needs the feather to fly, Azriel Clarke. You don’t need the necklace. I’ll be the necklace.

f**k me, take me however you need to, then hold me afterwards and tell me you love me.

Do what you need to do for us both to get back to where we need to be.” I took a step forward.

“Six,” he said it softly, shaking his head back and forth, his voice and his eyes stone cold, warning me.

I took a step back, “What happens if I’m still here when you get to ten? Are you gonna hurt me? Are you going to…what? Kill me?”

“Seven.” He took one step forward.

“Babe…” I pleaded.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“If I get to ten, Claire,” he growled, “if I get there and you’re here, you are getting hurt. Because it means you’re never allowed to leave.

This is your one chance, baby girl. One chance. Take it or accept me for the f****d up sadistic prick I am.

Take it or be prepared to be everything I need you to be for me. The love of my life. The only thing that keeps me from going postal.

Be sure you’re ready, ready to be there for me, to be what I need whether that means I need to hold you, spank you, whip you, f**k you, destroy you.”

I gulped.

His voice was low, guttural, words came through clenched teeth, “Eight. Make your mind up right the f**k NOW!”

The room might as well have been devoid of oxygen.

“Nine.” He folded his arms across his chest and his brows were up. I stared at him.

And then I opened my mouth and closed it. Then I opened it again and blew out a long breath, then I turned my back on him and went to leave. I got three steps away and I stopped in my tracks and stood there with my back to him.

He said nothing. I stood still. Time stood still.

Then, after an eternity, he said, “Ten.” His voice sounded hoarse, pained.

And that’s when I started to run for the stairs.

A few paces and he tackled me to the floor. He was on top of me.

“What in the f**k?” He had my arms pinned above my head.

I went limp and looked at him.

“You wait until I get to ten and that’s when you decide to run?” Rage shot out of his eyes and his voice boomed like thunder, “What’s that supposed to f*****g mean?”

“It means it’s too late. I can’t go.”

“Do you or don’t you want to f*****g go?”

“I don’t. But I wanted you to stop me, show me you couldn’t let me go.” I wriggled one arm free from his grasp, took the iPhone out of my robe pocket, and hit play on the video app; it played the Stone Sour version of Wicked Game.

It was the closest thing I’d found to the version we’d heard in Vegas. I’d listened to it a hundred times in the past few days from the computer.

He grabbed me roughly and flipped me onto my belly, sending my phone sliding several feet away. The song kept playing.

Then my robe was yanked off me and I was naked on the cold basement floor. My h**s were lifted and I heard him fumble and then he impaled me with one slam of his h**s. He had me a few inches off the floor by holding my throat and his mouth was right at my ear.

“You’re mine,” he growled.

“Yeah,” I breathed.

“f**k!” he grunted.

“I love you,” I whimpered.

“What have you f*****g done you stupid beautiful girl?” he m****d, his voice strangled sounding. He kept pounding into me from behind.

“I know,” I breathed, “I couldn’t help it. I fell in love with you. I’m yours.”

He let go of my throat, grabbed my hair roughly and g*****d into my ear as he pushed maybe ten or fifteen times before he came inside of me as the song hit the chorus.

Then I was up, off the floor, in his arms, he grabbed my phone and stopped the song from playing, tossed the robe over me, my face buried in his neck, and he carried me up the stairs and back to our bedroom where he was ready to go immediately and where he then f****d me hard for the next hour or ten, I didn’t know, not letting me come, just pounding into me.

Using his c**k and his mouth and his fingers to repeatedly and torturously bring me right to the edge, to the brink, and then stopping and pounding into me some more, saying dirty filthy words into my ear about how I was his to f**k, how hard he was going to f**k me, about how I didn’t get to come until he allowed me to come, and that today he’d f**k me not only until I couldn’t move but until he couldn’t move.

He repeatedly slapped my a*s, he pinched my n*****s hard, he bit into my shoulder, not drawing b***d but definitely leaving a mark, when he came again, and then he was immediately hard again and took me again.

At the end, he drove his fingers into my sopping wetness and then he wet his c**k with me and then told me, “Your a*s is mine.” I tried to get away, squealing “Wait,” but he didn’t wait.

He got me on my side lying down and he pushed his c**k slowly into my a*s, taking my anal virginity.

At first it burned, it scorched, but then he told me, “Give in to me, relax and let go, baby,” and when the word ‘go’ left his lips, my muscles loosened and the feeling transcended, changed from pain to something else, something I wouldn’t quite call pleasure at first but in my head I think it was about giving in that made the pain change and then while his c**k was deep in my a*s he grabbed my clit, tweaked it and said, “Come for me, baby.”

And I started to build to the peak I’d been waiting for, my legs shaking so hard I couldn’t control them, and he was moaning into my ear, rotating his h**s against my backside, and then I came harder than I’d ever come in my life.

I was done; it was as if a thousand pieces of me had shattered all over the bed.

Azriel’s POV

She was in my bed, in my arms, we were tired and sore in all the right places and for her, some of the wrong places, and almost all was right in the world. Almost.

“Are you awake?” I asked.

“Sort of.” She answered, her head on my chest, her leg locked over mine, one of her hands up at my face with her fingers tangled in my hair.

“You okay?” I asked.

“My legs are still shaking. And my bum hurts,” she said softly and then she started to laugh. I laughed a little and then we were both laughing, holding each other, kissing each other, and then she had tears in her eyes. I kissed them away and she snuggled tighter to me.

“I think you totally destroyed my a*s.”

I laughed a little, “It’ll feel better tomorrow.”

She let out a dreamy sigh, “I love you.”

“I love you, baby. Thank you.”

“Thank you,” she answered and I squeezed her tighter.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t.” I said.

“No, I am. I just… I went backwards when I found all that out and just shut down, I…” she trailed off.

“It’s okay,” I whispered and kissed her forehead, “You’ve been through a lot.”

We laid there together for a long time and neither of us spoke. Finally, when it was obvious we weren’t going to sleep she looked up at me and ran her thumb across my lower l*p,

“Tell me about your trip?”

I leaned sideways and shifted and then reached into the sheets and pulled off three or four sticky pieces of puffed wheat cereal that was stuck to my thigh. I gave her a funny look.

She laughed, cackled even. Laughed for so hard and so long she made me remember her age. Barely an adult, still young enough and still Claire enough to giggle uncontrollably like that. It was cute. Maybe all was not lost. Not yet.

I tossed the cereal on the nightstand and when she regained her composure, I dug into my story.

“Dare and I went to see his mother. She wouldn’t tell us s**t. We tried to dig into the past and she wouldn’t talk. She was like a cornered animal. Dare got pissed.

But then as we were leaving, her husband stopped us and we went for a drive with him.

He knew what my Uncle had put her through, he knew a lot of s**t. He said it took him years to earn her trust and that she was that broken from Uncle.

The guy’s just headed into end stage Cancer so he told us he has nothing to lose and that it’d give him some degree of peace to tell us things that might mean change for the family, for Annette’s kids and grandkids.

My Uncle was looking responsible for the death of his third wife. He almost killed Annette, too.

Annette escaped with the kids because he was a sadistic psychopath. Used to beat her. Used to tie her up during s*x.” I stopped and swallowed, letting that sink in for her.

“And because she got the real idea of what he got up to in his business life she decided to run.

He tracked her down in Italy, hauled the kids back and left her there threatening to kill her if she turned back up. He started letting her see the kids once a year but that was it.

He’s responsible for the death of your uncle, too. It was a power play. It got him Joe’s end of the profits and let him take the business to the next level and it was supposed to get him your mother, too.

They split because of his temper and because of what he was getting up to in business. But then he sweet talked her into leaving your father and somehow she found out about Joe and that’s when she left and had the abortion, an abortion she chose to have, not was forced to have.

Your father might not even be aware of that.

She confided in Annette that the pregnancy by my Uncle was a product of rape. They traded war stories, stayed in touch almost until your mother died. It was like therapy for the both of them.

I still don’t know if he killed her or not. We know the doctor who did the abortion was killed in a car accident after my Uncle found out, too.

Uncle had a thing for killing people in their cars. I’m out, baby. I’m out of this life. I just need to make a few moves and it’s over.”

She was quiet. All traces of her comical outburst gone. Way gone.

“Babe?” I looked down at her face.

She looked contemplative. “Are you confronting him, are you…”

“No f*****g way. He would not hesitate to snuff me out.”

“Azriel, surely not…”

“Yeah, Claire. Surely so. My uncle believes that without 100% loyalty, you’re an enemy. B***d means nothing in the face of betrayal.

I found out he killed his cousin a few years before Joe, too, over a stupid business disagreement. He knows I’m digging around. I’ve found out more s**t than I wanted to even know.

Stuff that would make your stomach turn. What I do about it is what’ll be the ultimate test. You know how I’ve tested you a few times? Guess I learned that from him; learned too much from him.

You have no idea how many times he tempted and tested me and my brother over the years to make us prove ourselves.

Would you trust your father after all you’ve found out?”

“Point taken.”

“I’m gonna try to get him to retire. Dare and I are making a few key moves, and then we’re out of 30% of the lines of business we’re in right now. That’s the stuff that has risk, anything illegal whatsoever.

Uncle’s moving outta the country. He doesn’t like what we’ve done, we deal then. This is gonna take time but we’ll be working our exit strategy pronto.

We’ll end the shady relationships as soon as is feasible.”

“Dario’s on board?”

“Yep.”

“The idea of you without the crime, Azriel? That’s just…it’s amazing.” Her eyes were glistening with happiness.

I gave her a squeeze, “It won’t be overnight but it will happen. I don’t need the risk, the business can be done without it. And if Uncle can’t deal, I have enough dough put away to do something else, without him.”

She snuggled into my shoulder and traced my tattoo lines with her fingers. I loved when she did that. We were quiet for a while. I ran my fingers up and down her arm. Then I heard her breathing even out.

She’d passed another test, one I didn’t really realize I’d been giving her at first. I laid there most of the night, absorbing the feel of her, knowing bone deep that even if she’d started to run when I got even to 2 or 3, I’d have stopped her.

As much as I wanted her safe, her pain gone, there was just no way would I have ever f*****g let her go. I was too f*****g selfish. That she didn’t wanna go was a soothing balm for my pain.

That she wanted me to chase her down and show her I’d never let her go made my heart sing. I knew that soul mates were real.

I had rock solid confirmation that she was made for me.

Uncle got one thing right, even if it was pure evil that he’d done it at all and even if I was wrong to take it.

My brother wasn’t as surprised as I expected him to be when I had finally talked to him about my findings.

Turns out he had been noticing things over the years, too, things that didn’t add up. He had an okay relationship with his mother but said she was always on edge whenever they saw each other. That it wasn’t a natural relationship.

Uncle had her afraid of her own shadow. I needed to make sure that I didn’t become the man Uncle was. I was worried I was close. Dario felt the same.

The night we got the truth from Annette’s husband, Tony, we sat and got drunk and talked all night about it. My cous…. uh, brother said he saw Uncle backhand his Ma one night when me and the girls were asleep.

He’d come out for a glass of water and saw Uncle send her flying across the room.

Dare said that when Debbie had cheated on him his first instinct was to beat the s**t out of her but instead he beat the guy because he’d decided as a little kid that he’d never hit a woman.

My cousin, more appropriately my brother was closer to me than anyone in the world and I couldn’t believe that with all the talks we’d had about how we’d run the company once Uncle retired that we never ever sat and talked in any depth about Uncle’s violent streak.

About how demanding of a prick he was to us, about suspicions that the man was darker than anyone knew. We were raised to be loyal to him and that always seemed to win out.

Dare said he thought Uncle was running some side businesses underground and had known it for years, thinking it was because he didn’t wanna jeopardize some of his important relationships with influential people so kept some of the shadier stuff secret.

Dare thought Uncle was too greedy to not profit off the heavier drugs. He didn’t need the money but he wanted it.

I hadn’t noticed some of the things Dare had noticed because I was too busy trying to prove myself to the megalomaniac.

“Azriel,” she whispered to me while I was deep in thought.

“Yeah, baby?” I’d thought she was asleep.

“I moved your guns.”

“You what?”

“The guns under the bed were freaking me out. I gave them to James. He’s not working tonight so I wanted to tell you.”

“Baby, guns protect you. You shouldn’t be afraid of them.”

Why hadn’t Jimmy told me? I’d seen him on my way in today, had a fifteen minute debriefing with him.

“I was…afraid of myself,” she said quietly.