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Chapter 27
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The Wild Virgin (HER POV) chapter 32
Lexie's POVSleep did not grant me peace that night. If anything, it betrayed me. Shadows clawed at my dreams, twisting them into visions so vivid, so merciless, that even in unconsciousness I could not escape him. Rafael’s mocking grin. Ram’s fury. My own voice breaking as I screamed. I woke gasping, my body slick with sweat, trembling as though the nightmare still had me in its grip.The first thing my eyes searched for was him. Ram. Some foolish part of me prayed I’d find his broad shoulders beside me, his arm heavy across my waist, his warmth anchoring me to the world. But there was nothing. Only the hollow stretch of sheets, cold and untouched. The emptiness pressed against my chest until it was hard to breathe, as if absence itself was suffocating me.My gaze drifted slowly across the room, and the sight struck harder than any blade. The dresser I bare. The vanity, empty. All the little pieces of me that had once lived here were gone, stripped away as though I had never belonged
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) 31
By the time I reached home, my body felt as though it no longer belonged to me. My legs were unsteady, every step an effort, and my stomach threatened open revolt. I pressed a trembling hand against my lips, certain that if I faltered even once, I would either collapse on the staircase or leave my insides scattered before I ever reached the sanctuary of a room.“It must be that damned taxi’s air freshener,” I whispered bitterly to myself, clinging to the lie. But deep down, I knew the sickness ran far deeper than a smell. It wasn’t nausea of the body alone, it was everything. The slap still burned on my skin. The weight of Rafael’s hands still lingered like a phantom. Ram’s voice, cold, furious, wounded, echoed louder than any scream.What irony... That after the nightmare in that hotel room, after the betrayal carved into my chest, I still had to return here. Ram Jordan’s house. My shelter, my hell. Prison and sanctuary bound in one. Brave or foolish to step inside again? Even I no l
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) chapter 30
Twenty minutes.That was all I had before Ram arrived. Twenty minutes until the door opened and he found me waiting, flushed and trembling in crimson lace. The thought alone had my stomach fluttering, my nerves a tangled mess of dread and excitement.I slipped out of my heels, letting my bare feet sink into the plush carpet. The cool fibers grounded me, though my chest rose and fell too quickly to steady myself. I paced the length of the room, restless, running through scenarios in my head. Should I greet him with champagne from the minibar, coy and playful? Or simply stand here, waiting, my smile betraying the secret I carried?My eyes skimmed over the room, clinging to details in a desperate attempt to anchor my spiraling nerves, the sterile framed prints on the wall, the unopened champagne chilling in its bucket, the too-bright glare of the ceiling lamp. Nothing belonged to me here, nothing felt lived in. Except for the lace whispering against my skin, reminding me of the way Ram’s
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) chapter 29
I was awake long before dawn broke, though the clock insisted it was only five minutes before six. Sleep had abandoned me the entire night, leaving me restless, my mind a battlefield of thoughts. Guilt, excitement, fear, nervousness, each emotion tugged at me from a different direction, a knot so tangled it weighed down even the simplest movement.I had bumped into the lampshade at least a dozen times while dressing, my clumsy hands betraying my unsteady state. Every button, every fold of fabric felt like a monumental task, made heavier by the possibility thrumming in my chest.I might be pregnant.The thought alone sent a rush of thrill through me, a secret joy that warmed from the inside out. But almost instantly, guilt drowned it out, thick and suffocating. I hadn’t told Ram everything, not about Rafael, not about the shadows of my past that still lingered like cobwebs. And if those shadows decided to crawl forward now… would they rip apart the fragile future I was building?Would
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) chapter 28
The decision to move in with Ram had turned out far better than I could have dreamed. Nearly a month had passed since I carried the last of my boxes into his penthouse, and to my surprise, slipping into his world had been effortless, almost dangerously so. His world was opulent, magnetic, overwhelming in every way, and yet I found myself not only adapting but thriving in it. More than that, I found myself craving him with a hunger that seemed only to deepen the longer we were together.And the truth was… I loved it. I loved him.The teasing touches he gave me in public were brazen enough to draw stares, and yet it was behind closed doors that he truly undid me. With Ram, passion wasn’t a fleeting thing; it was consuming, relentless, something that made me insatiable in ways I never thought possible. The more I gave myself to him, the more I wanted, and he never once failed to meet me there, whether in devotion or in desire.Only days ago, he had pressed into my palm the keys to a home
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 27
It was already past seven when I finally opened my eyes. For a moment, I lay completely still, trying to piece together where I was and why my side felt like it was on fire. Then I remembered, Rafael’s kick. The memory came with a flash of irritation, followed by the sharp sting that made me wince as I shifted against the pillow. Every muscle in my body ached as though I’d been thrown around, and in a way, I had.Hunger tugged faintly at me, but I stayed curled up, not yet ready to move. When I finally pushed myself upright and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, I instinctively put weight on my right foot then bit back a cry. Pain shot up from my ankle, hot and immediate. I’d been sure it was just sore earlier, but no, Rafael had managed to sprain it.With a resigned sigh, I grabbed hold of the nearest shelf and used it to steady myself. Each step toward the door was slow and deliberate, my fingers grazing the wall as though the painted surface could anchor me. It felt ridiculous
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