Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

Azriel’s POV

“We’ve been waiting for almost an hour now, sir. I don’t think Miss Dawson is coming.” Ross, my driver and personal assistant for all intents and purposes presumptuously stated.

“Did I ask for your opinion ?”

Who the hell did he think he was ? How could he even think of opening his mouth without my permission ? Maybe he’s forgotten just the extent of my power.

“No, sir.” Ross replied, keeping his eyes fixed on the windshield as cars zoomed past us on the busy roads, each of them making their way to the entrance of the France Airlines whilst we were sat in the car parked just outside the humongous airport, awaiting the arrival of Miss Dawson.

If she was even going to come…..

I had to stop myself with every fibre of my being to not just kidnap her and take her away with me. Then when we were alone, I would unleash my inner beast on her who craved for her like she was the only thing keeping him from breaking.

My c**k sprung up for no reason at all when I read the text she’d sent me last night. ‘Yes’. If that one word from her could make me rock hard, I couldn’t even imagine what her naked body writhing underneath me would do to my sanity.

But seeing as she was an hour late, there was a possibility that her answer had changed to ‘No’ but my arrogant conscience would never accept that.

Just when I was about to make a very harsh decision which wouldn’t bode well for Claire, her delicate figure came into my view. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold which had been given to her by the man I employed to receive her at the intersection just across her neighbourhood.

He helped her open the car door, holding her hand all the while. He quickly let go when he noticed me glaring at him through the window.

“Start up the car.” I gruffly commanded Ross. He immediately revved up the engine and we took off once Claire stepped in and seated herself beside me.

I made it a point to ignore her slender form beside me and stared straight ahead onto the road. Ross seemed more uncomfortable than me because of the blindfolded girl in the car with us.

“Will I have to be blindfolded the entire trip ?” She indignantly asked, making me turn my head to look her way, only to find her puffy, red lips puckered in the most adorable fashion.

“Why were you late ?” I deadpanned, making her rosy face turn pale.

“Just some personal errands I had to run, that’s all.” She quickly came up with a not-so-believable excuse, her quivering lips gave it all away.

I’m paying attention to her lips a bit too much….God ! She would probably take me for a f*****g pschyo if she could see me ogling her lips like I was just about ready to devour her any second now.

Once we were through the airport gates, I heaved a sigh of relief.

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But if she did run, I don’t think I would have it in me to just let her go.

“So what did you decide ?” Claire asked me, leaning back against the headrest as she crossed her legs, making her black sundress inch up to her upper thigh which contrasted beautifully with her milky white skin.

“Decide what ?” I asked, genuinely intrigued by her question.

“You told me the last time we met that you had to make a very difficult life-or-death type of decision. I wanna know what you decided.” She giggled at her own statement as she waited for me to answer.

After a moment of silence and heavy consideration, I leaned against her car seat so my lips were right beside her ear. She shivered when she felt my breath on her cheek but didn’t move away. “I decided to be the monster.” I huskily whispered against her hair, biting down on her earlobe before I pulled away.

She gulped but didn’t let any of her emotions show……that was a talent which only a handful of people possessed.

“There were about 6 SUVs parked outside. Were they your accommodations ?” She nonchalantly asked, playing with the ends of her dress as she kept her blindfolded eyes down.

“You always seem to have an endless array of questions. An inquisitive little thing, aren’t you ?” To be honest, I’d been quite impressed by her observational skills but discerned all the same.

“You didn’t answer my question.” She blatantly stated, giving me a pointed look.

“Yes, they do belong to my convoy. Each of those SUVs were occupied by 8 of my men. ” I answered through my teeth, not happy in the least to give out this information but I couldn’t help but want to answer each one of her little questions.

“What the hell do you need 48 men for ?” Claire burst out, clearly horrified.

“Protection.” I was more than curious to gouge her reaction.

Her expression changed from horror and surprise to amused. With a lop-sided grin, she added, “What are you, the president ?!” She burst into a fit of laughter at her own joke.Her nose scrunched up when she threw her head back and laughed like the funniest joke had been cracked.

“Something like that.” Her grin slipped right off her pretty face. I couldn’t help but chuckle when her jaw dropped open at my quip.