The Last Virgin In La Novels & Stories

I nodded. I’d always planned on taking Stella and the girls out to see some male strippers our first night in Vegas, but Laura had called and told me she’d arranged for us to go to a different place. She’d managed to get us VIP seats, and apparently, the strippers we were going to see were ‘world class’, as she put it. “I’m excited,” I told her. “And Dillon doesn’t mind?” she asked, twisting off the water bottle cap. “Mind what?” I replied. She took a big swig of water, spilling some onto her chin. She wiped it off with the back of her hand.

Elara was Cassian's only Luna, and they had loved each other for ten years. But at this year's remembrance ceremony, Elara's name on the stone tablet suddenly split open. The Moon Goddess no longer blessed her, no longer claimed her. Another woman, Seraphina, was about to become the next Luna. And Elara had only five days left to live. What made it worse was that Cassian had known all along. Three years ago, he had led Elara up to the crown himself, and he had signed that contract himself. He knew perfectly well that being Luna had never been an honor, but an offering to the Moon Goddess. Yet Cassian kept it from her for three years. All he said was, "I want to save you." Only later did she

I sucked in a sharp breath, but before I could react, she shoved me into the master bedroom and locked the door from the outside. Her icy voice drifted through the door. "I still have work to do. Stay here by yourself tonight." I searched through the entire bedroom and couldn't find a single piece of clothing. Even the bedsheets and curtains had been removed. At first, I thought being naked in the bedroom didn't matter. Until beams of reflected light suddenly flashed from the villa across the street. Several women were fighting over a telescope. "So he's Michael, the guy whose virginity's going up for auction. Thank goodness Rachel let us inspect the goods in advance. Makes it easier to bid

The heavy door slammed shut, the echo ringing in my ears long after Aris had disappeared. My chest heaved as I fought to regain control, the bitter taste of his last words still lingering on my tongue. His question—are you a virgin?—hung in the air like a cruel joke. The audacity, the arrogance, it only fueled the fire burning deep inside me.

The Final Night On the fourteenth and final night, all five hundred men gathered on the moonlit beach for the Silver Closing. Lila was placed in the center on a grand altar of silk and cushions, her pregnant body beautifully displayed. For hours they worshipped her — every hole claimed again and again with reverent intensity. Her breasts were sucked until sore and empty. Her pussy and ass were filled repeatedly until warm seed poured out of her in thick rivers with every thrust. The entire beach reeked of raw, primal sex. Marcus and Damien approached last, as they always did. They positioned her carefully on her side, supporting her heavy belly. Marcus slid deep into her overflowing pussy wi

Everything flew from his mind when he turned to look at the bed for his boxers. He saw the blood stains on the bedspread, darker than its original shade and dry, exposed when he'd pulled the blankets to the side of the bed when he'd stood up. He could feel his head swelling like a balloon getting infused with air. The woman... the prostitute. The one who got paid to have sex with him last night... ... was a virgin. The sexy vamp in her tiny red dress... ... was a fucking virgin. What the fuck was a virgin doing in his bed last night?

“As if I am, aren’t you? I rebutted her. “What do you think the reason why I was dumped in the convent— you idiot,” I was surprised from what I heard. I called Nyla, Elyze and Febbie’s name but they avoided to have an eye contact with me, so I decided the boys. “Jave?” I call his name. “You know... I work in a different bars and clubs,” Jave answered. “Matt?” I asked him with hesitation. “I’m a policeman,” Matt answered shady. “I’m a virgin, 7 days virgin since the last time...” Deo said when Chesa shut him up for his none senses.

Men like Jackson are afraid of being found their Achilles' heel, and if Victoria is his weak point, he can easily retake the deep water port. So Lazaro threw his head back and laughed. If Jackson is in trouble, it will be wonderful! Then Lazaro turned around and went back to his chair, and at that moment, he heard someone knocking on the door. “Come in!” he said impatiently, and his assistant entered the office with an 18-year-old schoolgirl, and when they entered, his assistant closed the door and pushed her in front of Lazaro. “Mr. Brown, she's the virgin we found, just as you asked!”

This conversation needed to stay private and free from outside ears. Lenox stood with his back to us. With a glass of alcohol in one hand, he enjoyed his Cuban cigar in the other. Following a few quick puffs, he spoke. "She's a virgin. The starting bid is set at half a million dollars." My gaze caught the Ear Pod he had in his ear. He was talking to someone over the phone. "Yes, I promise, a credible source has told me that this girl remains a virgin."

Talon ventured into the lift and tapped the foot button. “You said there was a few ‘thing’ happening downstairs?” Cassie flickered at the sudden topic. “Oh … better believe it. That’s why I went through the entryway and up to the roof.” “Mind telling me precisely what ‘thing’ is going down in my club?” “You truly need to know?” He looked at her misshaped reflection on the lift doors. “Yes. Why else would I be asking?” She squeezed her lips together. “Well, they were introducing everybody into the back portion of the VIP segment. Where there was this corridor with a window ornament over it. It appeared like it was a few sex/orgy thing going on back there.”