All Chapters of The Wild Virgin (HER POV) : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Claire wasn’t home when I arrived. The silence inside the apartment was thick, almost suffocating, and it only amplified the emptiness clawing at my chest. I dropped my bag without care and made a beeline for the kitchen, grabbing a can of beer from the fridge like it was some form of lifeline.I flopped onto the couch and stared blankly at the wall clock. Noon.A dry, bitter laugh escaped my lips.Lunch? Who cared.Beer? Absolutely.I took a long swig, letting the bitterness settle on my tongue, hoping it might numb everything swirling inside my head. But instead of peace, my brain decided to put on another feature-length film starring Ram and his so-called woman.“A woman,” I muttered, my voice soaked in sarcasm. “Maybe I’m the other woman in this damn story.”I shouldn't have cared. I didn't own him. He had every right to kiss whoever he wanted, to call someone else ‘honey,’ to make her breakfast in the morning. Hell, he could have an entire harem and I still wouldn’t have the righ

“F-fuck… I’m right there, Ram—don’t you dare stop.”The words ripped out of me in a desperate moan, my voice breaking as my body arched off the desk. The hard surface bit into my spine, but all I felt was him—his relentless rhythm, the brutal way he filled me, each thrust knocking the air from my lungs like a fist to the chest.My hands scrambled for something to hold, nails raking across the wood, the edges biting into my palms. I clung like a woman on the edge of a cliff, dangling by nothing but his body. Ram’s grip was everywhere, dominant, unyielding. His hand locked around my thigh, forcing me open, pinning me wide for his ruthless drive, while the other played cruelly over my breasts. Fingers kneading, pinching, rolling my nipples until I screamed, the pleasure sharp and merciless.I was soaked for him, wrecked for him. My body gave itself up completely, shame abandoned, every nerve begging to be consumed. He still wore his pants, his cock shoved through his fly, the heavy buckl

It was past eleven when I felt the gentle brush of lips against my cheek, followed by the slow wrap of a familiar arm curling around my waist. The warmth of his body eased me from sleep, his scent invading my senses before I could even open my eyes. Ram. My body relaxed instantly, a soft smile playing on my lips as I pressed back into him, my voice still thick with sleep.“You’re back late,” I murmured.“I am,” he replied quietly, nuzzling into my neck. “Sorry.”I turned lazily, eyes still half-closed as I rubbed my nose against his. “Why are you acting like I’m not supposed to be here?”He gave me a lopsided smile. “Well, I figured you’d be in my room. Not the guest room.”“And where else am I supposed to sleep?” I mumbled, still not fully awake.“In my bed,” he said, his lips grazing my forehead. “You should’ve asked the staff to move your things.”I let out a lazy chuckle. “They’re your staff, Ram. I can’t just go around bossing them like I own the place.He brushed a stray strand

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

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