All Chapters of TAMING HIS LITTLE VIRGIN : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“This one’s got big tits. I bet you her pussy smells like peach.” The murmurs cut through the messy haze of Aria’s mind, a man’s laughter echoed in her ears as soon as her consciousness began to return to her. “I’d fuck those over my wife’s any time.” Another man’s agreement followed suit, she blinked repeatedly but yet the darkness didn’t seem to leave. A red blindfold covered her eyes, her head rolled to the side. In attempt to move, a bind snapped her back in place. Her hands were bound in front of her with velvet rope, and her legs spread apart, strapped open with thin leather that dug into her ankles. Goosebumps covered her skin the moment cold breeze bristled past her, and her inner thighs. Where were her cheap jeans? And the loose top she draped over it? Her heart started pounding frantically in her chest, completely drowning out the murmurs of the crowd. But then she heard a click of heels on the platform she laid helpless on, the rest of the voices were laughter, but

“Don’t touch me.” She backed away slowly, taking a few glances between her steps and the bathtub before it ends in a bloodbath. He moved closer, the back of her legs hit the body of the tub and she stopped. He let out a soft exhale, picking up the sponge. “Sit down.” She remained in her position, her gaze holding his in defiance. His eyes rested lazily on hers, like he wasn’t surprised or it wasn’t his first time doing this. Doris already gave a lead, what happened to those other girls lingered in her mind. In one second, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her body to his hard chest. Before he pulled her to the edge of the tub, and shoved her gently into the water. The heat simmered underneath her entrance, Her chest rose and fell, her nose flared in anger but she could do nothing. He was tossing her around, but her anger meant nothing if she was still at his mercy. Lucian knelt beside the tub, dipped the sponge and dragged it slowly along her collarbone. “Why?” she sn

“Come to me, my little dove.” His gaze held hers, she swallowed down hard. Her gaze kept shifting from him; to the two men standing behind the man he was torturing. Her legs wobbled, but fear forced her to take a step forward. Her hands gripped the hem of the lacy night wear, while she approached him carefully. Almost at where he sat, his hand stretched out and he pulled her toward him. He yanked her onto his lap with a sharp motion, her chest rose as she flinched. He held her right hand up to his face, and his fingers grazed the bandaged wrist. It almost felt tender, like he cared. But who would watch their ten million dollars goods get hurt? “Doris patched you up good. Pretty girls shouldn’t bleed, unless it’s for me.” His voice, dropped to a low rumble against her ear. “Wh-what is this?” She whispered softly, panic clawed its way up her throat. Her eyes couldn’t stop watching his movements on his gun, the way he twirled it smoothly on the table, how neat it looked. Lucian le

“Next time, I want your mouth here. And I want your eyes on mine when you do it.” He huffed,Lace’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips, and then she leaned forward, her mouth closed around Lucian’s cock. Aria’s breath caught, her body betrayed her as a core throbbed. She huffed slight, tugging softly at the cuffs around both her wrists. Her nipples hardened, her thighs trembled.“Hmm…” Lucian’s groan echoed in her ears, his hand tangled in Lace’s hair, aiding her head around his shaft. The wet suckling sounds of her mouth on him, echoed even more in the air. Aria’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away, Lucian’s gaze never left hers, his eyes dark with desires, ones she knew weren’t of good intent. But yet it tempted her, her captor.Sweat prickled down her forehead, despite the air being the proper room temperature. But something else seemed to waft in the air, something that pushed her desires even more. The need to be under him, to wrong desire to writhe beneat

Her head trembled slightly as the metal pressed hard against the back of her head,“Turn around, slowly.” The voice commanded, her legs felt like led but she forced them to turn slowly, her throat bobbing in a nervous swallow. Turning completely, her eyes caught the dark ones staring back at her. A man, one she’d never seen before. His head bled softly from a shallow graze just above his brow. He wore a white shirt, the collar open and the fabric clung to his broad shoulders that were almost as tempting as Lucian’s. Small blood splatters painted the cotton fabric like a warning.His grip on the pistol barely shifted, as he aimed the pistol between her eyes. But Aria remained still, trembling softly. “I-I’m Lucian’s prisoner,” she mouthed, her eyes gazing down shakily. His gaze narrowed, and the gun lowered an inch. “You’re still fresh,” He muttered, almost like an insult. Then his mouth curled into a disdainful smirk. “Another whore for Lucian’s collection?”She could be chaine