The Night I Cherish

Bella's Pov

“I've been eyeing you all night,” he said, looking at me, grinning like a maniac.

My energy was depleted but I tried to scream even though I knew it was futile. I looked at him with fear in my eyes. ‘No this can't be, I can't lose my virginity to this man. I have to try and get away,’ I thought. I mustered up all my strength and tried to get off the bed but he pushed me down.

“Where are you going sweetie?” he asked, while releasing his d**k from his pants. I started to thrash to get loose but it was no use. He started to remove my leather pants and tears started to well up in my eyes.

“Please, let me go,” I pleaded but he only laughed.

“You look so nice when you beg,” he said, and I finally got a scream out, but he quickly covered my mouth.

“You bitch,” he said, slapping me across my face.

‘Is this really how I lose my virginity,’ I thought. He started to rip the pants and thong off me and positioned himself at my entrance. I closed my eyes, and all I could think about was Gabriel. I was bracing myself for the penetration, but it didn't happen. I opened my eyes to see Gabriel standing over him while beating him to a pulp. I burst into tears and he turned and looked at me with concern written all over his face.

Gabriel’s Pov

“Hello, Mom,” I answered, holding the phone to my ear.

“Gabe, when are you going to find someone? I am tired of waiting for you to give me a grandson or granddaughter. Even your grandmother is waiting for a great-grandchild. You are 25 years old already, what are you waiting for?” she shouted from the other side of the phone.

I chuckled, “Mom, don't worry, I think you will have one soon.”

“Oh, so you find someone you want to spend your life with?” She questioned.

The image of Bella flashed in my mind, “I think so, Mom. I got to go, she is waiting on me,” I said.

She shouted again through the phone, “Boy, what are you waiting for? Go to her and don't let me keep you.”

As I stepped back inside, the smile on my lips faded. Bella wasn’t where I left her. I went over and asked Alex where she went, but he had no clue. I saw that the drink I ordered was hardly touched, so I inspected it and something was in it.

“Is there something wrong with it,” he looked at me and asked.

“Her drink has been drugged,” I said, pacing back and forth until I saw the door on the far left swinging slightly.

A cold weight dropped in my stomach. I got a bad feeling about this.

I clenched my fist. ‘I should have never taken that damn call,’ I thought. The moment I left her at the bar, something twisted in my gut. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that leaving Bella alone was a mistake.

“Be careful man. You don't know what you're up against,” Alex said, because he knows I am going to go.

I went in that direction, and that's when I heard her scream before it was muffled. I ran in the direction and kicked open the door. All I could see was red when I saw that man standing over her frail body. He was positioning himself to penetrate her. I lunged at him and started to punch him in his face. That's when I heard her crying and I turned around and looked at her with concern. I ran over to her and hugged her.

“It's ok, I'm here,” I said, rubbing her back up and down. She gripped my waist and started to cry harder.

I took out my phone and called two men to get the trash out of the room and bring him to the police station. When I saw her calming down, I tried to pull away, but her grip on my waist tightened, and I looked down into her eyes. There was no hesitation there, only a vulnerable kind of certainty that made my chest ache.

“Please… I want you to be my first,” she whispered, her voice trembling but steady with certainty.

My body stiffened, torn between desire and the need to protect her. “Bella, are you sure about this?” I asked, my thumb brushing across her cheek.

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes glistening. “I don’t want it to be anyone else.”

I cupped her face and pressed my lips to hers, tasting both her fear and her longing. Her hands fisted in the back of my shirt as if she was afraid I might pull away. I didn't. Instead, I deepened the kiss, letting my tongue stroke against hers until her soft moan vibrated against my mouth.

I lifted her easily, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, her body molding against mine as though she’d always belonged there. I laid her down gently on the bed, hovering over her like she was made of glass.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whispered, my voice rough with restraint. My lips traced the delicate curve of her neck, savoring the way her pulse quickened beneath my mouth. Her breath hitched, her fingers sliding into my hair as I trailed kisses lower, over her collarbone, down to the soft swell of her chest.

She arched into me, the sound of her moan sending heat straight through me. I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes again. “If you want me to stop, tell me,” I said firmly, even as my lips hovered a breath away from hers.

Her answer came in the form of a desperate kiss and her hands pulling me closer.

Her kiss silenced any doubts left in my mind. The way she clung to me, trembling yet unyielding, made my chest tighten. She wasn’t just choosing me, she was trusting me with a part of herself no one else had touched.

I held her closer, promising with every touch that I’d take care of her, cherish her, love her. The night swallowed us whole, and the rest of the world faded away.