Chapter Four

Rafael

Although she's right in front of me, I can't believe Ivy is the girl from the website. She looks so different in that picture. And it doesn't help that she implied she was selling her virginity for fun. That gutted me.

What if I hadn't been the man to bid on her?

What if it was someone else?

Would she still go through with it?

Questions and what-ifs like this drive me wild with jealousy, and I'm pushed to impress her more than any man ever has. While I had no plan of pursuing her before, now that fate has brought her to me, there's no way I'm letting her go. Virgin or not, she's not going back to that website. I'm popping her cherry, and I'm keeping her to myself.

We dine and enjoy our wine, talking about things we usually wouldn't back at the mansion where Sadie could hear us. She's brazen. Sure about herself. This is something I've noticed but never fully had the chance to explore until now.

"So you let the guy go without putting up any fight?" I ask. She's telling me about her first boyfriend, who got attracted to a cousin of hers and asked for her permission to date the girl.

"Well, he was going to go regardless. Telling me was just a courtesy. I'd like to believe it was out of respect, too, so I saw no point in holding onto him."

She's right. Any man who could have her and then let her go never deserved her in the first place. But he never got to have her, though, did he? Ivy's still a virgin, her cherry waiting to be plucked by me.

"Tell me something about you, too," she says, shifting the attention back to me.

I smile. Never one to turn down an opportunity to talk about myself. "Well, you know more about me than anyone would because you work for me. What you may not, though, is, although I'm smart and can be serious when it's time to get the job done, I like to have fun too."

"I know that," she says.

"You do? How?"

She shrugs. "You've been passing comments at me since I started working for you. Although they aren't crude, they are suggestive. But you never made any moves on me. So it has to take someone who's really laid-back to make jokes without having ulterior motives."

I try not to choke on the drink I just sipped. If only she knew how ulterior my motives have always been. I wanted her from the moment I saw her. I couldn't have her, so I resorted to joking with her instead.

My dick stirs in my pants at my thoughts. Clearing my throat, I hold her gaze. "You want to get out of here and come back to the mansion with me? I promise I won't have you cleaning anything."

She smiles, a shy blush reaching the top of her cheekbone. I want to kiss that redness off her skin with my tongue. "I don't mind cleaning," she says, then bends close to me, lowering her voice and continuing to speak, "so long as it's the mess we make together."

I see white. My vision instantly blanks for a moment before I get a grip on myself. "You're trouble," I say, shaking my head as I stand. I hold my hand out to her, and she takes it.

"You're the one who came looking for me."

All I do is try to school my mind so my erection doesn't get any bigger and show the whole world just how much I can't wait to be inside her.

Can we have sex tonight, though?

I had no plan of sleeping with her tonight. I was just going to get to know her and maybe make out with her a little. From her choice of words, however, I think she has something else entirely in mind.

As we enter the car, I adjust myself in my pants, keeping good space between us as we ride back to the mansion. There's not enough space to rid me of her smell, though. So intoxicating and soothing at the same time. It's like a drug you know will destroy but will first make you feel good. Goodness, I can't wait to kiss her.

We reach the mansion, and I help her out of the car, keeping my hands on her waist as I lead her inside the house. The moment the door closes behind us, the weight of our proximity closes on me. I try to let her go, but her hand comes upon mine, keeping me beside her. She turns in my hold, meeting my gaze with a look of pure lust in her eyes.

"Ivy," I breathe her name, hoping I'm not hallucinating the fire of desire I see in her now-ambered eyes.

She moves her hand to my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. Whatever reservation I had is gone the moment our lips touch, and my hunger for her is awakened.

Fuck, I want her so bad.

Pulling her toward me, I easily lift her off the floor but keep her from wrapping her legs around me just yet. I hold her to me like a rag doll, her small yet sexy frame writhing as I suck the hell out of her mouth.

Her hands are restless. Roaming over my body and only stopping until one of them finds my now stiff erection. She grips it, giving me a firm squeeze that elicits a groan. "Careful what you poke," I warn against her lips.

Her eyes flash open, and she holds my gaze as she takes my lower lip between her teeth and gives me a firm bite, at the same time squeezing my dick. She's daring me.

That's it. Her fate is sealed. She's losing her virginity tonight, and nothing can change it. Finally carrying her properly, I let her legs wrap around my waist and grind myself into her.

She moans, her hand squeezing my neck. "More," she whispers.

I chuckle. "Sure you're still a virgin? One would think you're not with how feisty you are," I tease as I walk back to my room.

"There's only one way to find out," she throws back. We're at my door now, so I pause, pressing her back against the wood.

"I could take you right now, right here, and no one would be here to save you."

"Who says I need saving?"

Damn. The mouth on her. "You want me that bad?"

"No man has made me this horny before, so get to finishing what you started."

She only has to say it once.

Pushing the door open, I take her to the bed, where I spend the next few minutes kissing every part of her body as I undress her. When she's finally naked, I let myself take a step back and admire the work of art she is. "So beautiful," I whisper.

"And so horny, too," she retorts.

I bark a laugh, a thrill of happiness shooting down my spine. I love you , I want to tell her, but I don't dare say it, not if I don't want her running out of the room. Not when I'm not sure I really do. But no woman has ever made me feel the way I do right now.

I settle between her legs, keeping our gaze locked before I position myself at her entrance. "This will hurt a little."

"Only for a moment, and it'll be worth it."

I kiss her, wondering what on earth I've done right to deserve her.

My first push into her is beyond heavenly; it's paradise, her tight channel gripping me. I go slow until I reach the barrier, and then I deepen the kiss before I push through.

She screams into my mouth, her nails scratching my back. I take the pain she's giving me just as much as the one I gave her. When she's calm, I raise my head to look at her. "I'm sorry," I whisper.

She shakes her head, her fingers wiping the stream of tears that escaped her eyes. "Make it better."

I nod. And do just as she says. I start thrusting into her, slowly at first, but as I hear her moans change from pain to pleasure, I find myself pushing harder, pushing deeper. That's right, baby . I make it so much better. She's squeezing me to death as her tension builds.

"Oh, yes, harder!"

My passion grows as her moans elevate. I'm so close to finishing, but I have to hold back. Finally, I hear her passionate screams. "I'm coming."

I lose myself inside her. We lay next to each other, enjoying the aftermath of what acting upon our feelings brought us.