Todos los capítulos de The Wild Virgin (HER POV) : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

It had been almost a week since we arrived, and every single day felt like a dream I never wanted to wake from. My mother’s old house had always been my refuge, a quiet corner of the world that smelled of rain-soaked soil, ripe fruit, and everything that reminded me of home. Life here moved at its own slow rhythm, untouched by the chaos of the city, and for once, my heart felt completely at peace.But that peace came with an ache I couldn’t quite shake off, because it was our last day. Tomorrow, we would leave this place behind again, and though I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t goodbye, it still felt like it.My grandfather, Michael, and the others had returned to the city the day before, leaving me behind with Claire and Andrew. They had decided to stay an extra night, and we’d all agreed to return to Charlotte together in the morning. Somehow, the thought of going back to the noise, the meetings, the schedules, it already felt heavier than I wanted to admit.By the time the clo

“You feel that?” The question was a low, intimate command, a silken promise. Before I could answer, he guided my hand. The moment my fingers enclosed the rock-hard, insistent proof of his desire, a gasp of pure need was pulled from my chest. It wasn't just hardness, it was a thrumming, aggressive heat that instantly mirrored the sudden, desperate wetness between my own thighs. “That’s what you do to me. Now tell me, sweetheart, what are you going to do about it?”A fire, blazing and consuming, ignited in my veins the moment I fully processed the utterly audacious words of my husband, Ram Jordan.He wants to play a game…A dangerous, dirty game, and the wicked, undeniable truth was that a core-deep part of me, the forbidden, hungry part I shouldn’t indulge, craved it. Damn the heavens, damn my conscience, because the thought of surrendering to my husband’s command sent a tremor through me, an intoxicating thrill my body could no longer deny. It was reckless and forbidden only by reas

I didn’t know where I was going, only that I had to get away.One heartbeat, I was bursting out of the restaurant doors, breath ragged and vision blurring, the next, I was standing in the middle of the mall’s parking lot, surrounded by rows of gleaming cars and blinding midday light that seemed far too bright for the panic clawing through me. The concrete shimmered with heat, the air heavy and sharp with the faint scent of rubber, oil, and something metallic, like the echo of engines that had only just passed.The fluorescent lamps above the walkway hummed faintly, their pale glow lost against the glare of the sun. Every sound, the chirp of a distant horn, the creak of a shopping cart, felt distant, wrong. The world had gone still. Too still.My heels scuffed against the pavement as I turned, searching for an exit, any exit, but the silence pressed closer, wrapping around me like a vice.Of all places, why here? Why this direction, away from the crowds, away from the safety of noise a

Ram's POV“You look sad… and disappointed.”The words left me before I could leash them. My voice was steady, low, unshaken, but the weight beneath it was impossible to hide. I watched her the way a man surveys a battlefield after the smoke has settled, quiet, haunted, searching through the wreckage for the wounds he failed to prevent. Every tiny movement she made, every trembling inhale, every flicker in her eyes, every emotion she tried and failed to bury, I saw all of it. I always saw her. And right now, she was breaking in front of me.Lexie forced a smile. A brittle one. The kind that cracked before it fully formed, collapsing beneath the heaviness she carried.“I’m not disappointed,” she whispered, voice thin. “I’m just… sad. Not because Rafael got arrested. I’m sad that it had to come to this.”Her gaze fell to her hands, small, restless, twisting against each other. The silence that followed wrapped around us like smoke, thick and suffocating, filling the room, crawling under

When I finally opened my eyes, the room felt strangely still, too quiet, too empty. For a few seconds, I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or awake. The air was cool, the faint hum of the air conditioner whispering in the background, and the dim glow from the city outside bled through the curtains, painting soft stripes across the floorboards.My head felt light, almost weightless, as if I’d been pulled from a deep, restless sleep. A queasy twist knotted in my stomach, and my bladder ached in protest, dragging me further into consciousness. I sat up slowly, blinking at the shadows dancing against the cream-colored walls, the familiar scent of Ram’s cologne lingering faintly on the pillow beside me.Our room.But he wasn’t there.The realization made something inside me sink. The other side of the bed was untouched, sheets smooth, pillow cold. The absence of his warmth was louder than any noise could have been. My gaze drifted toward the bedside table where the faint red digits of the di