Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

“No,” I croaked out.

Then without saying anything, one of them slammed the door shut in my face.

s**t.

What have I done?

Even the guards were mad at me.

Almost three hours later I was still in this room and I’d worked myself into a frenzy of scared shitless.

Every time I heard voices outside the door my heart and stomach plummeted.

But it was them talking as they switched up or were talking to one another or whatever.

When I finally heard his voice I wanted to scamper and hide under the bed. Adrenalin coursed through my veins.

It was getting dark and the Vegas lights were starting to twinkle on bit by bit outside.

I was sitting in the darkening room on the bed with no lights on. I’d had two glasses of wine into me, and I didn’t know if when he finally came in if I’d resume my pissed off stance or if I’d cower.

The door opened and closed. He was standing in front of me. He flicked the lamp on beside me.

“You say bring it? Consider it brought.”

I stared down at my lap like a fricking coward.

“Look at me,” he said. I looked up and he was taking his necklace off and putting it on the nightstand. “Not so tough when you’re not hiding behind your phone? I can’t believe you took off like that.”

“I was making a point,” I mumbled petulantly and as the last word was coming out of my mouth he had my chin in his grasp.

His eyes were fiery mad and fricking scary.

“Then I guess I need to make my point now,” he told me.

He let go of my face and sat on the edge of the bed beside me, “Over my knee,” he said calmly, so calmly that for a second I thought he was going to crack a smile.

It was so preposterous that he couldn’t possibly be serious. But he didn’t crack a smile.

He was serious.

He had a belt in his hand.

I gawked at him, then at the belt, then at him again.

He raised his eyebrows and pointed to his lap, tightening his lips.

I started to shake my head, “When we have a problem. We need to talk about it; we—“

He grabbed me and threw me across his lap before I could finish.

“We can talk later, Claire. Right now, I need to beat your a*s.” I could feel a rock hard e******n under me.

His hand was flat across my lower back.

I tried to get up but he suddenly had my hair. He made a ponytail with it at the nape of my neck.

“Azriel, please don’t.”

“No? Why?”

“We need to talk about our problems, we need—“

“Oh, talk? You mean not take off and run away leaving the other person in the middle of the f*****g street?”

I opened my mouth and nothing came out.

He slapped my rear, not very hard, and with his hand, but then he reached under, undid my belt, button, and zipper, then yanked my shorts and underwear down just past my butt and having them around my thighs just felt so…so tawdry or something.

Another slap, still his hand but on my bare rump.

Ouch, that hurt.

“Wrong answer,” he said. Then his hand was on my butt. The coolness off it felt soothing after the two slaps. I held my breath.

“What should you have said?”

I frowned.

Did he think I was going to apologize?

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m apologizing to you after what you did to me today,” I told him.

Slap.

“Hey!” I shouted and tried to struggle out of his hold.

I couldn’t believe this was still, at his core, who he was. After everything we’d been through, after all that he’d said.

It was like he read my mind just then, “Do you think that because I’ve been sweet to you that this part of me is gone?” he said low and menacingly.

“Do you think because I’m in love with you that you can walk all over me? Do you f*****g think you can tell me what I need to do for you to be faithful to me? Really? f*****g really?”

Whoa.

“I’m in charge,” he said low and dug his fingers into my rear end.

It was hard and definitely going to leave a bruise, “Me!”

“Azriel,” I whimpered.

“What?”

“Don’t,”

“You don’t want this?”

“No. If you’re so in love with me—”

Smack. This time the belt bit across my a*s and I bit down on my l*p hard and tried to pull away. He did it again.

This wasn’t a sexy game, this f*****g hurt. And he had to know the difference.

Tears stung in my eyes.

“You don’t set the rules around what I will and will not do if I love you, do you hear me? If I’m in love with you? Unfuckingbelievable…”

He took me by the arms and pushed me off his lap but onto the bed on my tummy and then I heard him undo his pants.

Before I could move, he pushed into me in a quick thrust but I was not wet, I was not aroused.

It f*****g hurt.

He had my hair, “Not wet for me? Oh baby, this is a problem. Don’t you remember that I ordered you to get wet for me whenever I spanked you?” his hot breath was against my ear and under any other circumstance I probably would’ve thought it was sexy, it probably would’ve created some moisture down there.

But not now, “Another reason to punish you.”

“Azriel,” I whimpered.

“What?” he spat.

“Stop.” I pleaded.

“How else will I teach you that running from me is absolutely never okay? Don’t tell me to stop. I f**k you how and when I want to f**k you.” His hand covered my mouth.