MY VIRGINITY FOR A THOUSAND EUROS
After all, wasn't it him who had already taken my virginity?
It was a thought that would have horrified me just a few hours earlier. But now... now, everything seemed blurry. His lips, his warmth, the way he touched me as if I were fragile and precious, all of this melted my resistance.
I remembered that basement, the way he had looked at me, as if he truly saw me. That night, despite the shame and fear, he had been different. He wasn't like the other men present. He had taken what he wanted, yes, but he had done it with a strange tenderness, an almost incongruous softness. And now, as he continued to kiss me, I felt that same duality in him: the strength of a man who could have everything a
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