Chapter 7 - Stefano
I stand in the living room of the safe house and down two shots of whisky in quick succession.
I can’t believe what she just told me. I had no idea; I hadn’t even considered it was a possibility that she might be a virgin. She is stunning . Beyond stunning. She is the most beautiful girl on this planet, and no man has ever claimed her.
I grin and shake my head.
I almost completely ruined her first time. Not a chance in hell am I going to have her lose her virginity in some safe house out in the middle of nowhere.
I will make it special, at home, in our home, in our bedroom.
My cock is still throbbing and rock-hard, pressing against my pants, even after two shots of whiskey. I can’t go back in there now because I will never be able to control myself. It was only the absolute shock of finding that out that paused me long enough to let me get away from her.
I slump down on the sofa, rubbing my hand over my crotch. I am so hard it is painful. She was so fucking sexy, and those sounds she made. Oh my fuck.
How am I supposed to stay away from her, knowing she is right there down the hallway?
I undo my pants and wrap my hand around my cock.
I have to get rid of this frustration, otherwise I won’t even be able to sleep tonight.
I thought she was enticing before, but knowing she is a virgin has me even more worked up now.
I must be the luckiest man in the world to have married her.
***
In the morning I find some clothes in the dresser, and after a hot shower I am dressed and in the kitchen making coffee. Darya is still not up and about. I am beginning to worry that something happened to her.
Knowing how she likes her coffee from all my hours of following her around, I make a cup and carry it down the hallway to the bedroom.
I push the handle, and to my surprise, I find that it is locked.
This infuriates me.
“Open this door immediately,” I shout.
But she doesn’t reply. A mix of panic and anger runs thick through me. Could she have left? She wouldn’t have been able to get out without my help. Everything was so locked up.
I kick the door hard, and it splinters open to reveal her standing in an oversized pair of sweatpants and no top.
She looks terrified.
“Don’t you have any respect for my privacy?” she shouts at me, throwing the t-shirt in her hands at me.
I walk into the room, looking around, not sure what I am even looking for.
“Why was the door locked?”
“Because I locked it,” she snaps, covering her chest with her hands. My eyes devour her again, and it takes everything in me to stop staring.
“Here,” I say, handing her the coffee, stopping myself from fighting with her. This is not how I planned to start the day with my wife.
She stands on her tiptoes to see what is inside the mug and then takes it from me, pulling her mouth to the side. She doesn’t even bother saying thank you.
“All the clothes in here are going to be too big for you,” I chuckle, noticing how tightly she had to tie the cord of those pants just to try and keep them up, and they are still falling off her hips.
“Yes, thanks, I noticed.”
“There might be something in the other room that fits you. It was stocked for emergencies for men and women.”
“Mm. I am sure. Perhaps one of your old girlfriends left a pair of jeans here for me.” She rolls her eyes.
“Everything you find in the drawers is brand new. I have never brought anyone else here,” I say defensively.
She huffs and pushes past me, trying to hold the pants up, cover her breasts, and hold the coffee. I laugh at her struggle and she almost trips over the pants.
“Let me help you,” I say, leaning over to take the coffee from her.
“I don’t need anything from you,” she snaps and marches off.
I roll my eyes and head back to the kitchen to grab my phone. I want to make sure there is extra security at the mansion because we are about to go back there. I want to take Darya home. I also call a driver to come and fetch us. My car is useless. I will have to get a new one.
Darya comes through to the kitchen, placing her empty coffee cup on the counter. My eyes roam over the tight jeans she is wearing and how they hug her hips, the cropped t-shirt showing off just a glimpse of her smooth, milky-white skin.
Flashes of last night play in my mind. How she felt. How she tasted. I have no idea how I managed to walk away from her. Even now, I feel my cock stirring.
“We should get going. The driver is almost here.”
She doesn’t respond, so I just gather my things and walk towards the door, she has no choice but to follow me. “I’ll send someone over to pick up the dress,” I say, opening the front door.
The car ride is tense and silent. She sits with her legs crossed and her body turned away from me. His coldness is only making me want her more, if that is even possible at this point.
I don’t bother even trying to make conversation because I can see it is going to get me nowhere.
“This isn’t where I thought you lived,” Darya says in surprise.
“I bought a new place. I had no intension of living in my father’s old mansion. That place had too many bad memories and things I wanted to forget about.”
Her eyes are soft when they glance over at me, and I realize I have shared more than I had intended to.
My new mansion feels more like home than any other place has before.
I stayed in my father’s old place for a few weeks after his death, but the constant reminder of him made it impossible for me to move past what he did.
I still can’t believe he killed both of my parents just for some revenge plot against the Dubrovs. He murdered them in cold blood for his own sick ideas.
I had to get away from him. And everything that reminded me of him.
Moving to a new place doesn’t mean I am over it, but at least I don’t have to think about it constantly.
I sigh, watching Darya walk up the stairs ahead of me, towards the massive double doors of our home. I am also not over how fucking hot it was to be with her last night.
Now that we are home, I will savor the moment when I take her virginity from her. I will claim her properly, knowing that I am the first man to ever be with her.
When she walks into my home the security greets us, and the housekeeps line up to come and introduce themselves to her.
Each of them is polite and welcoming, as I instructed them to be. She is the queen of this house now, and they are to take care of any request she has.
While she is saying hello to everyone, I pull my head of security aside.
“I want you to keep a close eye on her. After what happened last night on the road, I don’t want to be taking any chances.”
“Yes, sir. The additional security team arrived an hour ago and have been debriefed. They are all in place, and the new CCTV security cameras are being installed this afternoon. We will be able to see every inch of ground around the mansion twenty-four seven.”
“Good,” I nod. “Make sure it is linked to my phone as well.”
“Yes, sir.”
I turn to my wife. “Darya, join me for brunch. You must be hungry.”
For a moment she hesitates, but then simply nods and follows me through to the dining room, where the chef has already prepared something for us.
She sits down at the table, and I sit next to her. She glares at me as though I should have sat in any other chair besides this one. I grin and enjoy her discomfort, shifting my seat even closer to her so that our legs are touching beneath the table. She glances up at the house staff and holds back whatever snarky comment I can see she wanted to shoot in my direction.
We sit together without speaking, quietly enjoying the salmon bagels with cream cheese, and afterwards we have another cup of coffee. I find it oddly comforting to sit in silence with her. There is nothing awkward about it, even though she is clearly upset with me about something.
When breakfast is finished, I run my hand over her thigh. “Let me give you a tour of your new home.”
She glares at me, her eyes widening at my touch. I ignore it and stand up, holding my hand out for her to take. She doesn’t. Instead she just stands and nods.
“I will follow you, lead the way,” she says calmly.
“Alright.” I tilt my head and scrunch my eyes, watching her expression for any tell-tale signs of what she is thinking or feeling. I can’t read her; she has a very good poker face.
I walk through the mansion, showing her each room of her new home. She maintains her quiet disinterest, but when we reach a certain bedroom—not mine—I can see her eyes light up just slightly. It is the room that overlooks the back garden and the pool area. There is a lot of natural light that flows in here, so the space is bright and welcoming.
I am torn between telling her she can have this one for herself and enforcing my previous demand that she share my room.
I had no idea she was a virgin when I insisted that she share my bed. Perhaps it is more considerate of me to be patient.
I sigh, closing my eyes and running my fingers through my hair.
“Do you want this room?” I mumble, struggling to hide the regret in my tone.
“You mean—as my own room, for just me?” It’s the first time today I have seen that sparkle in her eyes that I love so much.
“Yes, for you.” I practically have to force the words out of my mouth.
“Yes, I really love it. Thank you.”
I hate the fact that she won’t be sharing my bed, but I really enjoy that smile painted on her gorgeous lips.
I nod. “I’ll have them move your things into this room.”
For the rest of the tour, her mood seems to have shifted a little. She is a tiny bit more talkative and friendly. And even when I place my hand on her lower back to guide her in the right direction, she doesn’t push me away.
She is such a difficult person to read. Why would giving her own room instead of insisting she sleep in mine make her more receptive to my touch? Surely, by doing that I am saying that I don’t want her with me.
I don’t get it.
All I know is that she is driving me crazy, and the knowledge that no one else has ever tasted her is making it one hundred times worse.
Every movement she makes, every curve of her body and her curl of her lips feels like she is teasing me.
By the end of the tour, I have to walk away from her, making some excuse to leave, because if I don’t, I am going to push her up against the wall and take her.
To clear my thoughts from everything that is Darya, I head over to the security room to see how the team is doing with the set-up of the additional CCTV cameras.
Walking in there, I know I look agitated, and I don’t really care.
“How is it going?” I say to the head of security, Daniel.
“We are just about to test them. Give me a sec, then we can show you…."
He leans over a keyboard and types in a few codes. The system starts rebooting.
“When it comes back on, all of the new cameras will be connected to the circuit as well.”
I wait as the screen flickers and camera views start filling the display blocks.
“Looks good,” I mutter.
Then my heart jumps. What the fuck is happening over there?
“Pull that one forward. I want to see it full screen.” I point at the boxed view in the top corner.
Daniel clicks the image, and it fills the screen.
Darya is walking out of the house towards a waiting car. The driver is standing next to it, ready to close the door behind her.
Without a word to Daniel, I bolt out of the room, heading straight for the front door.
I have to get there before they leave.
The car is already starting to roll away from the front door when I run up alongside it, pull the door open and quickly climb in.
Darya looks at me in shock.