Semua Bab MY VIRGINITY FOR A THOUSAND EUROS : Bab 1 - Bab 10

—Now, I’d like to taste you.His voice was velvet laced with hunger. Allyssa’s breath caught again as he knelt beside her, his presence both commanding and oddly reverent. The cuffs pressed lightly against her wrists when she instinctively shifted.—You’re trembling, he observed, his eyes scanning every inch of her.—I… it’s cold, maybe, she replied, her voice uncertain.—Or maybe it’s not just cold, he said. Maybe it’s anticipation.He didn’t touch her yet. Not right away. He took his time. Just watching. Studying her the way a collector might examine a one-of-a-kind piece. Slowly, he brought his hand to her thigh. His fingers were warm, careful, unhurried. He ran them along the inside of her leg, brushing lightly without invading.Allyssa swallowed hard. The restraint made it worse. Or better. She didn’t know anymore.He finally leaned down, lips barely grazing her skin. A kiss. Then another. Soft, deliberate. He was taking his time with her, as though savoring something rare.—Do y

ALLYSSA'S POINT OF VIEWI sat in that luxurious chair, unable to tear my eyes away from the pristine carpeted floor. The contrast between this opulence and the filth of the basement I had just left almost made me dizzy. My heart was pounding, but I didn't know if it was from fear, shame, the joy of the moment of my virginity that I had just lost, or a mix of all three.The silence in the jet was heavy, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the clinking of ice cubes in the glass Paolo was holding. He had settled across from me, his gaze fixed on mine as if to analyze and dissect me. I felt exposed, as if his eyes could read everything I was trying to hide.Finally, he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence. — So, Allyssa... Why? Why would a girl like you end up down there, selling herself in a sordid basement? You're young, beautiful... full of potential. And, what's more, you were a virgin.Those last words struck me hard. I wished he hadn't said them, hadn't highlig

Chapter 6: WelcomeAllysa's point of viewI entered Paolo's house, eyes widened by the extent of what I saw. Each piece seemed more impressive than the previous one, as if the interior of this house belonged to another world, a world of which I had never been part. The walls decorated with expensive paintings, luxurious furniture, everything breathed almost unreal beauty. I felt like a simple village, not knowing where to put my eyes, invaded by a feeling of gap. Paolo guided me through the hall, and I tried not to let appear the nervousness that gnawed at me. He stopped in front of a door and struck gently. "Darling, I'm back," he said in a warm voice, and without waiting for an answer, he entered. Paolo’s wife Sofia was there, sitting on a sofa with perfect elegance, surrounded by embroidered cushions. She looked up with her book and smiled when she saw Paolo. She did not seem surprised at her return, but rather peaceful, as if this house and her routine were the center of her wo

Chapter 8:After everything arrived, Paolo and I were lying on the bed, each on my back, my eyes riveted on the ceiling. The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by our breath still a little irregular. I turned slightly to the side to look at it. His arm was folded behind his head, and his face, usually so sure of himself, seemed marked by a touch of doubt. "What have just done, Paolo?" I whispered finally, breaking the silence. He turned his head towards me, a smirk that did not reach his eyes. "What we wanted to do, Allysa. Nothing more, nothing less."I shook my head, exasperated. "It's not that simple. Your wife is in this house, Paolo. If she discovers anything, it will not be beautiful to see."He sighed deeply, passing one hand in his hair. "Sofia will not know anything about it. I will make sure.""And how, exactly?" I asked, crossing my arms against my chest, a mixture of nervousness and annoyance. "Listen," he said, straightening up slightly to face me, "Sofia is i

Chapter 10:Allysa's point of viewWhen Paolo announced to me that he was going to take me shopping, I was both surprised and a little nervous. Sofia had not yet returned, and he took a risk by deciding to expose me as well. However, the idea of ​​choosing my own clothes, new and elegant outfits, made me almost forget my doubts. We were in his car, a luxurious black sedan. I felt so moved, with my towel that I had to swap against a worn dress found at the bottom of a closet. Throughout the journey, I stared at my hands on my knees, trying to ignore the fast beats of my heart. "You are silent," noticed Paolo, taking a look in my direction. "I don't want to cause problems," I whispered. He smiled, that smile that seemed to be disarming me every time. "Don't worry. Sofia will not know anything, and you deserve to have decent clothes."His words reassured me a little, but Sofia's idea still floated somewhere in my mind, like a shadow that I could not ignore. We arrived in front of a