I’m so conflicted, but most of all, the tingling between my legs is becoming unbearable.

I need relief, and I know Liam can help the persistent, throbbing ache go away.

Still, fear seizes me again as he works his shirt off.

His gray-blue eyes are intently on me, and it feels like he’s a train that can’t stop and I’m a doomed car broken down on the tracks.

He tosses his shirt and my eyes greedily take in his naked torso.

The man is cut—with a sculpted chest and rippling ab muscles, he’s a work of art.

For some reason though, it’s his bulging biceps that almost make me drool.

“Liam…”

“You know how I feel about you, right, Kiki?” he says huskily, cupping my face then moving his hands to my top and practically tearing it off.

“I want you in every way, so help me, God…”

His mouth dips to my neck and my mind blanks of words. I’m only aware of his lips on my flesh and the electrical zaps from that point of contact zipping through my body.

I don’t even know how or when my bra came off, but my boobs are suddenly exposed and Liam’s mouth is closed over one of them.

I run my hand through his hair as he moves to the other one, his mouth kneading the soft flesh, his tongue flickering over my nipple.

I almost stop him when I hear his pants zipping down, but instead, I let myself be picked up and carried by a naked Liam.

I see his clothes left behind, but I can’t see the tool he plans to use on me, though I’m quite aware of it pointing at my back as he walks me bride-over-the-threshold style into a bedroom after pushing open a door.

He lays me on the bed then immediately yanks my jeans off, panties with it.

He goes to town between my legs, his mouth clamping down on my sensitive, needy flesh, rendering me unable to do anything but moan and whimper, helpless to the demands of my quivering body.

A tiny part of my brain is still trying to get me to protest, but with Liam munching my traitorous pussy, that part fades away and I have to stop myself from begging him to take me instead.

But no way I’m begging him for it, no matter how badly I want it.

When he climbs up and over my body, planting himself between my legs and lining up our sexual organs, I chance a glance downward.

The sight of his thick, lengthy cock aimed at my virgin slit causes a bit of panic to rise in me again, but mostly joyous anticipation floods me.

“Liam,” I moan, not sure what I’m trying to communicate.

Liam lowers his mouth to mine, planting another kiss on me and giving me a small taste of myself, mingled with his own heady masculine scent.

His kiss is sort of sweet and tender, distracting me for a moment. But my attention quickly returns to our lower naughty bits when I feel him rubbing his cock on my pussy!

I moan into his mouth, and he kisses me harder.

The next thing I know the tip of his cock is at my tiny entrance and beginning to push inside me.

“Liam!” I call again, but the word is swallowed by his mouth, the sound muffled.

Again, I don’t know what exactly I’m trying to communicate.

His body shifts a little, and the next thing I know the length of his cock is parting my inner walls as he pushes deeper inside me.

Oh god, it’s happening!

What can I do now but accept it?

Especially since it’s what I’ve wanted for so long…

“Liam,” I say again as he releases my lips, letting out one hell of a sexy masculine sound of satisfaction.

“Fuck, Kiki… I know you’re a virgin, but it’s so fucking tight…”

He bears down and sinks his cock deeper, just when I thought he had to have bottomed out.

But I was so very wrong.

I open my legs wider, lean back, and curl my pelvis a bit—anything to help things along.

“Kiki, baby…”

Liam lifts his cock out some then pushes it back in, making me gasp at the sensation.

He repeats the motion while I whimper, and then he slides his cock in and out of me again, establishing his rhythm.

I feel super emotional all of a sudden, and I don’t know what to do with the feelings coursing through me.

All I can do is hold on to him for the ride while he breaks in my virgin pussy.

Once again, Liam Cox brings pleasure and pain, and while I can’t help but surrender to the carnal joy he’s giving me, I can’t ignore what’s happening in my chest.

With each stroke, it’s like he’s pounding away at a reinforced door with a battering ram, and despite all the locks and chains, the continued pressure on the door’s surface means he’s about to find a way in…

I panic as I feel the first crack while he thrusts and thrusts inside me, his hard cock working my sensitive inner flesh.

Oh no…

I try not to look at him—not at his face anyway, and definitely not those piercing eyes of his.

“Kiki, you feel too good…”

Another crack.

Focus on getting off, I tell myself. Just keep your eyes closed, and focus on the feel of that long, stiff rod taking pleasure from your body, bringing you pleasure with its rhythmic massage…

Liam’s lips grab mine and there’s a much bigger crack.

The door breaching is almost complete!

I try to retreat a bit, but my body fails me in even that as I kiss him back passionately, our tongues exploring each other’s oral cavities while his huge cock continues to plow my slick, lower cavity.

He shoves his cock deeper, grinding against my pussy hard and sending me on the path to orgasm.

Helpless moans escape me while I start to thrust a little, pushing my sensitive, tingling parts against his manly flesh.

“Fuck, Kiki!”

I instinctively know what’s about to happen to him, and that knowledge, plus the regular pounding movements, takes me over the edge.

I start to come hard, a wail of orgasm escaping me as various parts of my body clench, and by the time Liam lets out his own orgasmic roar, the door has been busted wide open.

Liam’s large frame collapses on top of me, and my arms immediately wrap around him while our bodies pulse against each other.

I hope he doesn’t speak or try to look at me for a while—I need time to figure out how to put distance between us again.

I’m a mess in so many ways right now, and on the verge of tears after being claimed by the only man I ever fell in love with.

The worst part is that...

No, Kiki—don’t even think it. Not now anyway.

“I don’t want to crush you,” Liam says, moving off of me and taking away his warmth and his still-hard cock. The feel of it exiting my body makes me gasp.

I suddenly feel so empty, and I start feeling used.

Insecurity floods me as I realize what I’ve done.

My breaths quicken and I start scrambling away from the bed, feeling a bit claustrophobic and not wanting to face Liam directly.

What if he gives me a roguish ‘gotcha’ grin?

I can’t deal with any smugness from him about taking my virginity.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“To get my clothes.”

“What’s the rush? Stay here with me a…”

“What’s the point? You already got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“Kiki, it’s not like that. At least, not just that.”

I ignore him, taking off for the dining room to pull my clothes on and stop him from getting his fill of my naked backside, etc.

He is on my tail but doesn’t stop me from getting dressed.

Also, he doesn’t bother getting dressed himself, which is a little distracting.

“Looks like you’re off the hook,” I say, tugging on my top, “no need to go out anymore since mission accomplished.”

“What are you talking about? You owe me at least one more date.”

“No, I don’t! The four-date minimum requirement has been met.” I count off on my finger. “The dinner, the opera, the movies, and this—the yacht. It wasn’t part of the planned evening and it’s technically a new day now since it’s after midnight, so it counts as the fourth date. So there—we’re done! I’ve earned the donation and you got to pop my cherry. Congrats.”

“Okay, I understand things might be a bit confusing right now, but I need you to know I want to keep seeing you. This wasn’t about ‘popping your cherry,’ Kiara.”

“Whatever. Just please don’t tell anyone, okay? I mean it—this whole virgin thing is now part of my image, and I hate people talking about my business; I don’t need strangers discussing such a personal thing.”

“I give you my word, Kiki; I’ll keep it between us. But just so you know, I’m nowhere near done with you. I understand you might need a bit of space to process what just happened—it was epic, after all—so I’ll leave you alone to sort things out for yourself for a bit. But I’m not letting you go.”

Finally, he starts tugging on his clothes.

We remain silent the rest of the way—through docking and exiting the yacht and even on the drive home.

I keep getting caught between my thoughts and stark awareness of his presence—particularly since his eyes seem to stay on me the whole drive home.

When the car comes to a stop, I get ready to leave it, but before I manage to, Liam suddenly grabs one of my hands and kisses the top of it.

“See you soon, Kiara,” he says in a warm deep voice that travels through my body, spreading thrills.

When I wake up the next morning—naked since, after showering Liam off of me, I just dried off and hopped into bed—I feel content. Happy even.

The dull ache between my legs is a light reminder of what transpired, and despite being overwhelmed by emotions in the aftermath, the only one that remains right now is blissful satisfaction.

I don’t feel insecure about what happened between us anymore.

I don’t have anything, in particular, to do today since I’d cleared it for my fourth date with Liam, so I decide to spend it quietly, relaxed.

I’ll have breakfast, maybe do some reading, maybe even work on writing a new song—I feel one building.

I’ll, no doubt, end up replaying some of this past week with Liam in my head but without anxiety; I think things are clearing up mentally and emotionally for me. For us.

Liam seemed genuine about wanting to see me seriously, and we’ve both grown and changed over the past seven years—I’d be happy to give him another chance.

He makes me feel like I’m floating sometimes, and isn’t that worth pursuing?

I frown as I notice my phone lighting up and make a mental note to maybe do a communication blackout today—no phones, no internet; I already noticed a bunch of stacked text bubbles.

I’ll check in with my manager once, let Angel know I’ll be offline for the day, then ignore the phone after I take this incoming call. Perhaps even turn it off; I’ve already finalized things with my stylists.

Today might be low-key, but I have a fairly hectic schedule coming up with the awards show tomorrow.

Then the following week, I’ll be recording tracks for an animated film…

“What’s up, Angel?”

“How could you not tell me??” Angel says dramatically.

“Tell you what? What are you talking about?”

“You did it with Liam and I’m the last to know!”

My stomach drops.

“Who told you that?”

“Girl, it’s all over. Check your mentions.” She pauses. “So it’s true?”

“I’m not answering that over the phone; in fact, I’ll call you back.” I disconnect without waiting for her response, immediately going through the stacks of texts.

Some are from Angel about this very topic, and there’s one from Mary urging me to call her back. Even my mom messaged me.

No, no, no—this can’t be happening…

Did Liam do it out of spite? I can’t help but wonder.

The whole thing took place less than ten hours ago!

Who else but he and I knew? We were out on the water, for crying out loud!

The missed calls look the same—from Angel, Mary, and my mom—except there have been a few calls from numbers I don’t recognize.

What I mostly notice is that Liam’s name is not on the list.

I do a quick internet search for my name, dreading the results.

Recent articles and headlines appear, some using plays on my song titles.

Crying No More became Virgin No More.

Cherry on Top became Cherry Popped.

I roll my eyes.

Several outlets were unimaginative enough to use the same lame word plays while other, more shameless ones were a bit cruder.

Kiara Deflowered…

Songbird Gets Cock…

I sigh, steeling myself to read a bit of one of the news flashes.

Sources say billionaire Liam Cox, whom she apparently attended high school with, was the lucky guy…

I finally send Liam a message composed solely of question marks.

He immediately calls me.

“Hey...”

“How could you?” I interrupt.

“Uh... I’ll need some specifics.”

“Who did you tell?”

“No one. Just like I promised.”

“Then why is it all over the news?”

“What? That can’t be true.”

“Go ahead—check E!, Twitter, Google. You sold the story first chance you got!”

“Okay, for one—I have no reason to sell a story; I’m a fucking billionaire. And two—I promised you I wouldn’t breathe a word; I wouldn’t throw you under the bus like that.”

“You expect me to believe that? Like your word means anything with your track record. Prepare to go to prom, you told me seven years ago. I’m gonna let the world know how I feel about you. And then a week or so ago, you promised to keep your hands to yourself during our arrangement. I’ll follow your rules, you promised.” I shake my head, fighting off tears hard. “I just can’t believe I was stupid enough to fall for your lies again! What’s wrong with me? Look, don’t ever try to contact me again,” I say, disconnecting the call before he can hear me burst into tears.

Well, here’s that bucket of pig’s blood I was waiting for.

Liam lied to me, seduced me, and betrayed me yet again, all for what… kicks? Some game? His ego?

He knew how important my chastity and my reputation were to me, and yet he spat all over it.

And right before my big day tomorrow! My first time up for an award.

Liam isn’t just careless or even cruel. He’s fucking sadistic.