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I didn’t want to. His bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly I was on his bed, beneath him, hair fanned out across the pillows. He paused, forehead resting against mine. “I need to ask you something,” he whispered. “Okay.” “Are you sure?” I looked up at him. “I’m a virgin,” I said. “But I’m not afraid of you.” His hands shook slightly as he touched my cheek. “You don’t have to prove anything.” “I’m not trying to,” I whispered. “I just… want you. Not because of the contract. Not because of the baby. Just you.”

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.

She asked, picking up one of the books and dusting the cover. "I do but those aren't mine. They were left by the previous owner," I said, grabbing two bowls from one of the pantries. "What are they about?" "There's some brilliant classics in here," She exclaimed, tracing her fingers over the spines of each book. "Bronte, Austen, Wilde." She named off a few authors. "Oh," She let out, pulling out one of the books at the bottom of the stack and walking over to me. "They've even got some of Freud's philosophies. Here- listen."

The girls giggled all the way to the shared dorm that brought them together in the first place. They made their way across the courtyard to the eastside of the campus to the E dorms, the place both girls would be calling home for the forseeable future. It was a beautiful summer day, the sun slowly making its descent behind the green mountains that changed their color with every season. Faris was a quaint town nestled in the green moutains of Vermont, the natural beauty of the town was what drew Violet to the college. Of course, the university itself had a reputation for being one of the top schools in this part of the country, but there was something about the adorable little town that ju

The waiter nodded and turned to leave but Violet stopped him, “Give them five keys to the cheapest rooms in the inn.” The waiter hesitated, “What about you little girl?” Violet pouted, “My dad said I should get the premium room for myself because I'm a girl, I can't possibly stay in a room near so many men.” The waiter nodded in understanding, “Where is your Dad? Should I save a premium room for him too?” Violet shook her head, “No. He's out having fun.” The waiter nodded and patted Violet's hair, “Good girl, what would you like to eat?”

"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.

“Then, from now on, many demons and demons from this demons-realm of ours will search for virgin women as their love as well as life partners,” tweeted Virando excitedly as well. Sumico drowned herself within her beloved Brother Vir’s sweet, warm, and cozy hug. “That’s great and good, Brother Vir... More and more women will take care of their purities, originalities, and also virginities and won’t hand in them to any men or boys as they like.”

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. »

The skyline lit him like a shadowed god, bare chest streaked with fading bruises and secrets. Lydia turned to the book. The Obsidian Ledger. Bound in something too soft to be leather, smelling faintly of scorched earth and something older. There was no title, no emblem—just a single engraved mark: V. She opened the first page. No words. Just a photograph. A woman—Vivienne. Nude, handcuffed to a marble bedpost, head turned away. Her body was covered in bruises and diamond necklaces. Lydia’s breath hitched. She turned the page.

I ask. "Do you?" Nathan challenges. After his spoken words, my cheeks flush to the point I'm tempted to cool them with the palms of my hands. "I'm..." I grimace. "I'm a virgin." Nathan shoots me a stare and then looks back at the road. He is parking the car now, and a few moments of silence pass before he cracks up and laughs out loud. My mood turns sour, and I pout. "What is so funny?" The expression I make only makes Nathan howl louder. He is shaking in his seat and actually crying.