Chapter 4 The Night I Lost My Virginity
Olivia Hart
“Another drink… I want to lose my memory, not quench my thirst.”
The noise inside this nightclub was tearing through my ears, but it still wasn’t louder than the noise inside my head.
It was my first time stepping into a place like this. And the first time I’d ever allowed this burning liquid to slide down my throat.
I emptied the third glass in one swallow.
Heat spread through my chest, flames devouring the memory of Alexander’s slaps and the words he’d used to describe me.
“A doll? I’ll show you who the doll is, Alexander.”
The words came out slurred as my head started growing heavy.
The world around me blurred. The floor swayed beneath my feet as though I were still standing on that trembling bridge.
I grabbed my leather purse and tried to stand, but my legs betrayed me.
My body staggered forward.
A strong hand caught my arm before I could fall.
“Didn’t I tell you to protect your life, little one? Looks like you decided to kill it here instead.”
That deep voice.
That powerful tone.
Lifting my head with difficulty, my reddened eyes collided with endless darkness.
Him! The arrogant stranger from the bridge.
But something about him was different tonight. He didn’t have that same composed presence.
His tie hung loose around his neck, dark strands of hair falling messily over his forehead in a way that looked dangerously untamed. His breathing was heavy, and heat radiated from his body unnaturally.
He didn’t look drunk. He looked like something was boiling beneath his skin.
“You…” A hysterical laugh escaped me as I leaned against his hard chest. “Are you following me? Or do you want to… save me again?”
No answer, his eyes moved over my face with strange hunger, like he was fighting through a haze clouding his vision.
His grip tightened around my waist until it hurt.
“I need to get out of here,” he rasped. “Now.”
I wasn’t sober enough to refuse and he wasn’t in any state to slow down.
He dragged me behind him with frightening force through the crowd of swaying bodies until we reached the cold night air outside.
A black luxury car waited in front of the hotel attached to the club.
We stepped into the elevator.
He stared at our reflection in the mirror with a lost expression, the veins in his neck standing out sharply.
The second the royal suite door opened, he shoved me inside and slammed the door shut with his back, breathing as though he’d run miles.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, trying to steady myself.
But he came at me without warning.
My body was trapped between him and the door as he buried his face against my neck, inhaling my scent like a man possessed.
A cry escaped me. Not from fear!
From the shock of that dark desire erupting out of him so suddenly.
“They put something in my drink… fuck… my body’s burning.”
The words broke apart against my skin.
Our eyes met.
I didn’t see a married stranger. I didn’t see myself as the rejected girl anymore either.
I saw two ruined people searching for survival in the arms of sin.
My trembling hands rose to his face.
Instead of pushing him away, I pulled him closer.
I wanted to feel something other than pain.
Wanted proof that I wasn’t worthless… that someone could want me desperately enough to lose control.
“Put out my fire…” I whispered with drunken boldness born from pain. “I’ll make you forget who you are.”
The second the suite door closed behind us, there was no turning back.
My spine hit the door as he trapped me between his arms again, breathing hard.
“You have no idea what you’re doing, little one,” he said, those dark eyes searching my face in confusion.
I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him toward me.
I wanted to burn.
Wanted him to erase the trace of every wound left inside me before him, even if it cost me my soul.
Without warning, he lifted me into his arms.
The hard muscles in his arms tightened around me as he carried me toward the massive bed in the center of the room.
The moment my body touched the mattress, his weight covered mine completely.
Heavy.
Controlling.
His rough fingers worked at the buttons of my dress, tearing through the fabric with blind desperation I had never seen in a man before.
When our clothes finally came off, my breathing froze.
He was built like something terrifyingly complete.
A sculpted body.
The size of him sent fear slipping into my chest for one brief moment.
My body felt unbearably small beneath his, like a fragile bird trapped beneath a predator.
One large hand spread over my waist to keep me still while the other gripped my face with rough intensity.
“Little one…” His voice shook faintly. “Is this… your first time?”
I swallowed hard. My eyes burned with tears I no longer understood.
“Yes,” I whispered weakly.
He stopped for a second.
Then moved closer.
The pressure of him against me made my body tense, and the moment he pushed inside, it felt like my body was splitting apart.
A muffled cry disappeared into the violent kiss he used to silence my pain.
The ache burned deep inside me.
My body trembled beneath him while my nails dug into his broad shoulder, clinging to anything that could keep me from falling apart.
“Take it,” he growled against my ear as he moved with agonizing slowness, forcing his way deeper into my collapsing defenses.
He was so big that every movement felt like an earthquake tearing through me.
Hot tears slipped down my cheeks as pain tangled itself with pleasure.
With every thrust, I felt the tearing inside me… the warmth of blood between us.
His mouth crashed against mine again, the kiss filled with anger, hunger, and need.
He didn’t show mercy to my weakness, kept taking every ounce of strength from me until darkness finally swallowed me whole in his arms.
Somewhere before losing consciousness, one thought settled deep inside me.
After tonight…
I would never be the old Olivia again.
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Sunlight filtered through the curtains when my eyes opened.
My head felt heavy, strange soreness spread through every inch of my body.
Blinking several times, I tried to remember where I was.
The room was quiet. Too quiet and unfamiliar.
I turned toward the other side of the bed, but my hand touched nothing except emptiness.
The sheets beside me were cold.
Only the faint imprint left on the pillow proved someone had been there at all.
“Was it a dream?”
Pushing myself upright, my eyes fell onto the white sheets.
Small stain of blood, only proof that last night had truly happened.
He took my virginity. Took the one thing I had saved for myself and left.
Tears filled my eyes as I searched the suite for him.
No message.
No phone number.
Not even a name.
Inside the bathroom, cold water splashed against my face while I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
My lips were swollen, red marks stained my neck like signs of ownership.
I had woken up alone again.
“Even you…” I whispered bitterly as the first tear finally fell.
“You stupid girl, Olivia… what did you do?”
When I moved toward the suite door. My breathing stopped.
A check for one million dollars sat on the table.
Underneath it was a short note.
“Payment for your night.”
