Chapter 4: Diary of conquered virgins

AIDEN'S POV

My innocent bride has no idea what I have planned for her tonight. I'll let her be for now. Spending some time with the Cartel wouldn't hurt; it's a great way to pass the time.

"Boss, you just got married. Shouldn't you be busy with your bride?"

"You called me 'Boss,' which means you don't get to question me."

"I'm sorry, Boss."

Stephan knew he could ask questions and usually be excused. He always knew the perfect moment to throw them at me. One of these days, I'll surprise him with the opposite response.

"So, what business do we have with the Martins? I got a strange message from them earlier."

"They are trying to reach the top of the business.”

“That's not news,” I said curtly.

“Except they have something against the Dark Flood. They've been messing with our business. Here's the record."

"Why?" I drummed my fingers on the counter, scanning the paper in my hand.

"I don't know, Boss, but we're on it." I nodded and went to pour myself a drink.

When I checked the time, it was already eight o'clock. I had a marriage to consummate. Heading back to the house, I went straight to Avery's room.

She was asleep, curled on her side, looking so peaceful and perfect… Too perfect. I joined her in bed, taking in her beauty. Her lashes rested gently against her cheeks.

Unable to stop myself, I began to touch her, feeling her soft, creamy skin. I could have taken her then and there, but I wanted her awake and aware. I wanted her to feel every single bit of what I was going to do to her.

Fuck, I wanted her to enjoy it. Since when did I ever care about that?

"Get away from me!" She jumped up, startled to find someone in bed with her.

"Easy, it's me, Aiden, your husband."

She calmed down, relaxing back onto the pillows.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, puzzled.

"What do you mean? I'm your husband." I kissed her before she could utter another word of protest.

The kiss was long and deep. By the time I pulled back, she was breathless. I rubbed her clit while I watched her expression change—it was priceless.

Slipping a finger into her heat, I confirmed what I already knew: she was dripping wet. To prepare her, I added a second finger.

The need to make her come consumed me. I needed to watch her succumb entirely to the pleasure only I could give her.

"Do you like that?" She nodded her head. "Don't just nod. Tell me."

"Yes, I do."

In complete contrast to her earlier protests, she pulled me down for another kiss, rocking her hips against my hand, begging for more.

"Good." I kissed her once more, trailing my lips down her neck to the exposed skin of her chest. I pumped my fingers faster inside her pussy, making her moan loudly.

I gave her breast a soft squeeze, eliciting a breathless gasp from her lips.

Slowly, I stripped her of her nightgown and continued kissing her bare skin. I took her nipple into my mouth and suckled. I could tell she was completely ready. I added a third finger.

"Aiden!"

That was the first time she had called me by my name. I knew the extra finger caused a flash of discomfort.

"Ibiza, baby. It'll get better." I slowed the pace of my fingers and continued kissing her—her neck, her breasts, her stomach—and then I moved lower.

"Aiden! What are you doing?"

"Shhhh... you'll enjoy this." I continued trailing kisses down her abdomen.

"You can't do that," she whispered breathlessly.

"I can, and you'll love it." I parted her legs and buried my head between them, kissing, licking, and suckling her.

"Stop!” she cried out, struggling to pull away from me.

I pinned her firmly in place, spreading her legs wider as I drank her in. One taste of her and I was entirely intoxicated.

“Don’t… don't stop..." she pleaded incoherently, gasping and moaning in pure pleasure. I increased the pace of my fingers; she was close, I could feel the contractions starting.

"Let it happen, sweet girl. Don't fight it."

She shuddered violently as the built-up pleasure finally washed over her. Watching her come completely undone felt incredible.

"Avery, I can’t wait any longer. I have to take you now,” I growled, pulling away just long enough to shed my clothes.

To distract her, I pinned her down and kissed her hot and fast, settling myself between her thighs. I had endured enough waiting. It was time to get this over with.

Kissing her neck while fondling her left breast, I plunged into her with one powerful thrust. I smothered her scream with my mouth, but she kept trying to push against my chest.

As the pain rocketed through her body, I stayed completely still, waiting for her tight walls to adapt to the invasion. The wait was driving me crazy, but for some reason, I didn’t want to hurt her any more than I had to.

“Does it still hurt? Can I move now?” She nodded weakly. "Can I move, Avery?"

"Yes."

I began to move. I started with a slow, deliberate rhythm, and she met each thrust with a slight lift of her hips.

Moans and groans of ecstasy filled the quiet room.

We both came hard, panting breathlessly against each other. My deed here was done.

I got out of bed and immediately grabbed my clothes, dressing quickly to leave.

AVERY'S POV

“That was beautiful.” I couldn't believe what I had just experienced. The pain had lasted only a moment before being replaced by an overwhelming pleasure. "Is it always like this?"

"No."

Aiden stood by the bed, fully dressed and ready to walk out.

“Where are you going?” Weren't we supposed to cuddle or stay together?

“I’m leaving. I’m done here.”

"Done here?" For some reason, those cold words stung deeply. "Did I do something wrong?”

“Do not question me, Avery. Nobody questions me. Don't ever do that again.”

His words bit hard, and the harsh truth of my reality came rushing back. For a brief moment, I had actually hoped for something real.

“At least tell me what I did wrong.”

He walked out, ignoring me as if I hadn't spoken at all. I could swear he had enjoyed it just as much as I did. Why was he acting so distant now?

After spending a few minutes agonizing over what to do, I decided to go downstairs to find him. I felt incredibly sore, but I needed to speak to my husband. I headed straight toward his study; the door wasn't locked, but he wasn’t inside.

I was about to turn around when a leather journal caught my eye. It looked like he had just written in it. Driven by curiosity, I stepped closer to look.

"What is this?"

I can't even explain the horror I felt looking at those pages. Page after page featured photographs of young girls, all categorized as virgins, each one ticked off like a completed conquest. And on the very last page was a picture of me. It looked like it had been taken just recently.

"Lord, what have I gotten myself into?”

What was this obsession he had with virgins? The longer I sat on the floor staring at that journal, the more confused and terrified I became.

I wanted to scream, to run, to get as far away from this place as possible. My legs began to move, operating on survival instinct rather than my broken heart.

“Shouldn’t you be with your wife tonight, Aiden?”

The voice outside the door stopped me in my tracks. Whoever was speaking seemed to be close to my husband.

“The marriage has been consummated. I don’t need to spend the night with her. I had a decent time.” His voice was completely void of emotion—filled with his usual cold indifference.

“She's your wife, man.”

“I am not denying that. I'm married now, just like my grandmother wanted, and I got a willing virgin in my bed.”

That was all this was to him? A sick game?

“Be reasonable for once, Aiden. When are you going to put an end to this ridiculous habit of yours?”

"That is none of your business, Steve. You have no right to tell me what to do."

“Don’t ruin your life, friend. I’ve met the girl once; she seems genuinely nice. From what you told me, she’s been through enough already. Don’t add to her trauma."

“Oh, please. She’ll be well compensated. I'll make sure she lacks absolutely nothing. Her life here will be a luxury compared to the hell she came from."

"With this attitude of yours, Aiden, I highly doubt that." Steve shook his head, taking a sip of his drink.

"She's just another virgin I conquered. A marriage certificate doesn't make her any more special."

The sting of his words hit me like a physical blow. It cut incredibly deep, making my heart feel heavy as lead. How could I have been so foolish? This wasn’t a home; it was a prison, and I was just the latest victim of a man’s sick fetish. A sob escaped my lips, and I tried to slip away before they noticed me.

“Avery…”

I didn't turn around or stop. I just kept walking faster.

“Mrs. Armstrong, wait!”

I took longer strides, desperate to reach the safety of my room.

"He doesn't mean it. He's drunk and—"

"Save it. I've heard and seen more than enough to know exactly what to believe. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go to bed now." I masked my profound shame and embarrassment with a layer of false confidence and total nonchalance.

At this point, absolutely nothing could shock me anymore.