Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

Oh my god. He was it. He was it for me. I felt a surge of emotion and peace rush within me and wash over me.

He reached for me again, “Let’s get you that release, Angelbaby. I could use one, too.”

God, I loved him.

As I came I couldn’t stop the words “I love you” from tumbling out. I said, “I love you, Drake,” and then I closed my eyes and drifted off toward sleep almost instantly afterwards.

He was against me, holding me. He didn’t reply. But that didn’t matter. I just needed him to know. He held me a while and then I felt him tuck me in and tell me he’d be back later.

Drake’s POV

Does she love me?

She’s so f****d up right now. She’s regressed so deep into her slave behavior and she’s so f*****g fragile that I need to handle her with care. I don’t know what more I need to know from her in order to move forward but she’s given me enough for me to go into this meeting.

After I was sure she was asleep I moved carefully out of the bedroom and headed downstairs and called Azriel and asked if he could have someone bring Claire to come hang for a few hours with her so that if I was a while she’d have someone to talk to besides security.

If Lisa hadn’t fallen apart it’d be better if it were her but Lisa wasn’t an option right now.

When I got to the office my brother arrived and then we headed to the board room to put on our game faces and talk to the Kruna scumbags. I had the phone call recorded.

Angel’s POV

I dreamt about Thailand, about the time before Kruna.

I let my mind wander even farther backwards for the first time in a long time.

Two years ago, after I got pulled aside in the airport, I got taken to Kruna, a beautiful 3 storey lavish resort that looked like paradise but that was hell on earth. And that’s when I endured the first 19 days of torture.

On the night of day 19 I was moved to Donavan Frost’s quarters. Mr. Frost took me as his own personal s*x slave for the first several months. He did this to punish Jason for the fact that the cleaning lady had warned me, that she’d learned so much because he was careless.

At first, he had Jason there often. At first, after I was broken, he made Jason watch us have s*x while a guard held a gun to Jason’s head. I never looked Jason in the eye after he’d shot the cleaning lady but felt his eyes on us when his uncle was punishing him and I felt his hatred focus on his uncle.

Mr. Frost was horrible. He was handsome and charming, looked a lot like his nephew, and he was pure evil. Pure. Evil.

He couldn’t ejaculate unless he was hurting you and he ejaculated a lot while I was his slave. He died one night in his sleep, mysteriously. I’d been in the bed beside him, naked and bound to the headboard with shackles, and knew he was dead for over 24 hours before anyone came for us, which was something that I’d tried to push out of my mind ever since.

Being chained in bed beside a corpse whose mouth was open and whose opened eyes were bleeding for all that time, a corpse who spent 7 months torturing you after you were already broken, it can f**k a girl up.

After that I was put into the Kruna equivalent of a psych ward, put through some training, and then put with general population slaves and that’s where I first heard the legend of Monalisa.

I listened to a conversation between a few girls one day where they talked about her. She’d been a slave who everyone loved. Everyone. And she got sold and became a wife to a handsome American businessman who never brought her back and who never came back.

I went on a mission to get what she got. I went on a mission through following my A to B plan over and over so I could get sold, point C. Jason didn’t come back after Mr. Frost died. I didn’t know what happened to him.

Drake’s POV

I found Angel in bed, staring off into space.

“How are you?” I asked her.

She shrugged.

“Angel, do you want to see him? This could bring you some closure.”

“Do you think I should see him?

“I don’t know. Maybe?”

“What’s going to happen to him?”

“I don’t know yet. I just had a talk with Joseph Lucas. I told him I hadn’t decided. I haven’t talked to Jason myself yet.”

She shuddered and then asked, “Where is he?”

“Here.”

“Here? Joseph Lucas is here?” she looked horrified.

“No, Jason’s here. He’s in a horse stall in the barn. I’ve got six guys watching him.”

Her eyes widened.

“You wanna talk to him, it’s a one minute walk. You don’t, I go talk to him. From there I decide whether or not to turn him over to Kruna or I take him out myself.”

I knew my expression was hard and some guys would never tell their girl that this was something they’d do. But she needed to know who I was.

At my core, I was a Clarke and I would not allow anyone to f**k me over, to take what was mine, to threaten my life or the lives of people I loved.

Whether this guy started out as a good guy, whether he was just dealing with the hand he was dealt, or was a serious bad apple, I’d have a conversation with him and then I’d make my decision.

I’d let her have a conversation first, if that’s what she wanted to do.

“I’ll talk to him,” she said softly.

“Let’s go. Baby, you can’t tell him anything about me and Azriel wanting out. You can’t let on that…”

“I know, Master,” she winked at me, “I’ll be your good girl.”

I smiled and took her hand.

Angel’s POV

We walked hand-in-hand from the house to the barn, which was only on the other side of the driveway, and I saw that there were, indeed, men surrounding the barn.

Nino winked at me and opened the door and then I walked down a path with stalls on either side, down to the middle where another guard, a young and good-looking blond guy with a bit of a boy-next-door face smiled at me.

“Please don’t go,” I whispered to Drake as he led me closer.

“I won’t,” he said firmly. We approached the stall and I could see it was gated with a thick iron gate, unlike the other stalls that’d been traditional horse stalls.

I saw Jason sitting on an overturned milk crate in the back corner and when his eyes met mine, they were filled with pain. He looked the same though. In two years he hadn’t changed. Tall, dark, handsome, well-dressed. I hadn’t seen him in over a year but hadn’t looked him in the face in almost two.

“Angie!” he exclaimed, and then his expression dropped when he saw Drake at my back.

“Jase,” I said softly.

He got to his feet and moved to the gate and grabbed it. I stepped back and landed against Drake’s body. Drake’s arm curled around my belly and he gave me a little squeeze, kept holding on, gave me support.

Jase launched right in, “I’ve been trying to figure out how to get to you. He was a horrible bastard, Ang. It took time but I was trying to find a way to get you out all that time. I had to end his life so I could get you out. I had him poisoned. I figured it was a deserving death after what he did to us.”

I got a shudder from head to toe remembering the stench of death.

Jase continued, looking proud of himself,

“He had to pay, sweetie. But I think they suspected I had a hand in it because after Uncle Donovan died they wouldn’t let me on the premises and they watched me. I was heir to his shares but they kept me on a need-to-know basis.

I already tried to buy you, to get you out of there. But they blocked it and wouldn’t even let me see you. I got adamant about it, especially with what percentage of that place I own, and I think that’s one of the reasons they let you go to him,” he raised his chin at Drake, “So I’d give up. When I found out they sold you to Drake Clarke, I figured I could save you, finally. I know of that family, I met his uncle many times. I didn’t mean for any of it to happen, Ang. I didn’t. I love you. You were supposed to be mine, not Uncle Donavan’s, no one else’s.” He gave Drake a dirty look.

“Jason…” I started but I started to choke up, “I’m good now. I have a Master and he’s good to me. You don’t have to rescue me. What’s done is done.”

“Well, clearly I failed again. I failed to keep you safe from Uncle Donavan and I failed to rescue you. And now I’ll probably pay with my life.”

I started to feel bad for him.

But then he said, “I was supposed to be your Master,” dejectedly and my b***d ran cold, “Watching them break you? I watched hours of footage of how they broke you over and over. I wanted to kill him. I wish I could’ve seen him die.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

He made me watch as he beat you, as he made you beg, as he f****d you and made you come. I wanted to f*****g kill him because he stole that from me.

I got him out of the way so I could take his place at Kruna with you. But f*****g Chen, Lucas, Delgado, and the others? They f*****g blocked me.”

I felt weak. I leaned against Drake, “Master, could we go, please?”

Drake turned me to face him and looked right into my eyes and answered, “Absolutely, my Angel.”

“Angie?” Jason called my name but I walked faster and faster and then I broke into a run and I ran back to the house and right upstairs and threw myself into the bed and wept.

I didn’t love Jason. I knew love at first sight was real because with Drake it’d happened, within 24 hours. With Jase it was just some fun. Good s*x, he was rough and I liked it rough. He liked it often and I liked it even more often. He joked that I was a dream come true.

He called me his spirited sexy submissive who he could barely keep up with. Seeing those traits in me and living in the Kruna world? Of course he wanted to take ownership of me; I’d be the envy of the resort.

I’d thought, at first, that it was so he could keep me safe but it evidently was just so he could keep me for himself, break me himself. How could he watch that footage over and over? I wanted to puke remembering some of what’d be on those recordings.

Eventually that’s what I’d become, broken, though not under him. His uncle took this broken girl and kept me broken until I got into general slave population and started to find my feet. Sometimes in the early days when I knew Jason watched his uncle f*****g me I’d think that maybe Jason was just a victim like me. But I now knew that he wasn’t.

He was like a spoiled child whose toy got taken away before he was finished with his game and he was still in a hissy fit about the fact that his uncle kept giving him his lumps.

I felt Drake’s hand on my back. I rolled over to look at him. He sat on the edge of the bed.

“You okay?”

“I can’t believe him,” I answered.

Drake swallowed hard and looked sad.

“Are you sad for me? Don’t be sad for me. Be sad for him. He wanted to be his uncle. He wanted to help run that place with me at his feet. He is evil.

I didn’t love him, Drake. I never loved him. I dated him and yeah, I felt bad that he got punished having to watch them break me and watch his uncle…watch him abuse me, but Jase wasn’t distraught because he loved me.

He was distraught because his toy was taken away. And he poisoned his uncle out of revenge and then he tried to take me from you. He could’ve killed you. You! f**k, that motherfucking bastard could’ve hurt you!” I got to my feet and started bawling but it wasn’t weak girlie tears, I was f*****g pissed.

“That motherfucker!” I hollered and whipped the pillow across the room and then I whipped the other pillow and then the magazine, too.