The Chad Vs The Virgin Novels & Stories

I sighed again and shook my head, not wanting to engage in the conversation. “Again, don’t mind him,” Chad chimed in, his smirk widening. “He’s just jealous because he’s an eternal virgin.” I let out a deep breath. Was he in high school or something? “I wouldn’t be jealous if I were sleeping with either of you,” I muttered, eliciting frowns from both of them. Great, they had inflated egos. “I’d much rather die a virgin than have sex with the likes of you,” I replied, savoring the way their faces twisted in offense and confusion.

"While you fool around in bed with another man, you have me repair your hymen. Cheryl, you're quite something." "I... Would you believe me if I say it's all a misunderstanding?" "Do you think I would believe you, my dear Cheryl?" He spat out the words "my dear Cheryl" through gritted teeth. I could sense that my chance came and went. There was no point in struggling anymore. It was a fact that I was not a virgin. Still, I could not let him trample all over me. I pushed him away and swiftly put on a bold front. "So what if I'm not a virgin? You don't want to marry me. Well, I don't want to marry you either.

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.

I cried out as soon as Chad’s tongue swiped gently on my pussy, my legs trembled visibly. Crazy! Wild! I’ve never felt that electrifying sensation before from a guy having his mouth on me. With these guys, I felt like a virgin. Like a newbie to all of these. My waist jerked upward, my hand found his ponytail and pulled, “Mmm…oh, God. This…Mmm…this is crazy,” I murmured, licking my lower lips. “Do not cum…” Chad reminded me, My expression scrunched like one on the verge of bawling. This was unfair!

Then I stopped myself, every muscle burning. “I won’t touch you like this,” I said. “Not when the bond is this raw. Not when you don’t even know what it’s asking from you.” Her voice dropped. “What if I do know?” That nearly broke me. I closed the distance in two strides, hands braced on either side of her, careful not to touch skin. Her heat wrapped around me anyway. Her scent filled my lungs just as the bond screamed approval. “You’re a virgin,” I said, voice low and shaking. “And I will not be the one who takes that from you while the world is still shaking under our feet.”

“All my life, I have never been touched by a man. I’ve remained clean and chaste” – Ava Goodchild ... Slow, steady breaths of confusion. Looking at everywhere and everyone like they were foreign. This was the exact feeling that coursed through me, the instant we walked outside. I could see Lydia from where we were positioned. It seemed like they had been watching us, because she stood with her head up high, with the results. “Welcome to the second phase, Ladies,”

I turn to the others, searching their looks for an ounce of understanding. “Just that. Through my arrogance... through my stupidity... through my inability to communicate other than through violence and control... I failed to show him that love. » I turn back to Alaya, my tone hardening slightly. " It's true. I bought your virginity. » The word is dropped, raw, brutal. “That was what interested me. The fact that you're a virgin. Pure. Untouched. » I stare at her intently. “If you hadn't been a virgin, I never would have chosen you. Never. »

"I’m early. Speaking of which, isn't your own milestone coming up? I assume the party will be legendary." This Olivia was brittle. Anxious. Nothing like the poised woman Victor had seen at the wedding. Mateo shook his head. "Not this year. I’m taking Victor to the Vargas Private Island. Just the two of us. Total isolation." Olivia’s gaze finally snapped to Victor. Her lip curled in a silent snarl. Victor felt the heat of her envy, but he had a role to play. He reached across the table, lacing his fingers with Mateo’s.