HIS VIRGIN GIRL

The moment she became mine

Alexander’s POV

Three years ago…

Rain hammered the black umbrellas gathered around the grave like a mourning drum.

I stood at the far edge of the cemetery, half-hidden behind a large oak tree, watching the small group of people say goodbye to a man who owed me a fortune. I hadn’t come to pay respects. I had come to calculate losses.

Until she stepped forward.

Elara Vale.

Nineteen years old, Dressed in a simple black dress that the rain had plastered against her body long dark hair clung to her cheeks. Her eyes were swollen from crying, but her chin stayed high while distant relatives offered hollow condolences and quickly drifted away, she remained comforting others even as she stood completely alone.

No one held her, no one shielded her from the cold rain or the ugly reality waiting for her after today.

Something primal and possessive cracked open inside my chest.

I had spent years surrounded by vultures greedy men, hollow women, everyone trading pieces of themselves for power. Everything was filthy, everything and everyone had a price.

But Elara looked… untouched. Pure, Soft in a world that devoured softness.

In that moment, watching her stand alone at her father’s grave, I made a decision that would change both our lives.

She would be mine.

Not just for a night, not as a toy.

I wanted to own her completely her body, her innocence, her future. I wanted to be the only man who would ever touch her. The only one allowed to ruin her.

That same evening, I erased her father’s debt. Quietly. Completely.

Then I began building her cage.

Hidden cameras. Detailed surveillance reports. Protection from shadows she would never see. I watched her struggle through college, work long hours at the bookstore, and touch herself at night while reading dark romance novels that mirrored the things I wanted to do to her.

I learned every moan, every fantasy, every fear.

I removed threats before they could reach her the professor who watched her too closely, the boy who tried to pressure her, the collectors who grew too bold.

For three long years, I waited.

I waited until she was twenty-two. Old enough to understand. Old enough to feel the full weight of what I would do to her.

And now, that wait was finally ending.

Present Day

I leaned back in my office chair, staring at the live feed on my monitor.

Elara sat on the edge of her tiny bed in her rundown studio apartment phone pressed to her ear. She had just accepted my offer.

Her voice had trembled when she said “I accept.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the victory I had planned for years, my c**k hardened just hearing those two words from her lips.

Soon she would be sleeping in my bed.

Soon I would taste her.

Soon I would stretch that virgin p***y around my c**k and claim what had always belonged to me.

I watched her pack a single suitcase, her hands shaking with nerves and something deeper. Anticipation, perhaps fear mixed with forbidden curiosity.

I smiled in the dark.

“Come to me, little virgin,” I murmured to the screen. “It’s time.”

The game had only just begun.

And this time, there would be no escape.