All Chapters of His V*rgin Stripper : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

36 Chapters

The Beautiful Illusion

MarcelloI looked down at my side, my vision narrowing as the cold air of the reception office rushed into the tear in my clothes. For a single fraction of a second, the sensation of a deep abdominal puncture had threatened to lock my lungs. But as the layout of the strike registered in my mind, the truth became clear.The blade hadn't sunk into my gut. My split-second torso twist had altered the trajectory of his thrust. Instead of piercing my flesh, the heavy hunting knife had sliced cleanly and deeply across the palm of my left hand, which I had thrown up as a desperate shield to catch the weapon before it could reach my center.A small, ragged breath of relief left my lips, the tension draining out of my shoulders in a quiet hiss. It was just a flesh wound on my palm. I could handle a sliced hand; I had fought through far worse with bone exposed to the air. As I stared at the dark blood beginning to well up in the creases of my skin, a strange, uncharacteristic thought flashed

All Too Familiar

MarcelloThe clerk hissed in pain, a sharp, ragged sound that echoed off the sterile walls of the front office as the reality of his situation fully set in. I released my iron grip on his wrist, stepping back slightly just to watch him collapse, his body hitting the floor in an uncoordinated heap, gasping like his life depended on it. He clutched his forearm desperately, but his ruined, dislocated knuckles couldn't form the grip necessary to stem the flow. Crimson blood pumped from the open artery in a steady pulse, pooling around his knees and staining the cheap floor tiles. He looked small down there, stripped of his explosive speed and reduced to a desperate animal trying to hold onto his leaking vitality.Yet, as he lay there panting, his chest heaving violently as his strength rapidly drained into the floor, the bastard managed to pull his lips back into a small, defiant smile. It was a weak, trembling smirk, but it was there.I leaned against the edge of the wooden counter, c

Welcome to the Party

MarcelloThe heavy glass door clicked shut behind Dante, immediately sealing the stale, copper-scented air of the reception office. He stood tall in the center of the cramped space, his massive frame completely blocking the only exit out of the facility, his large hand clamped like an iron vise around the collar of the bruised captive he had just dragged inside. The silence in the room became absolute, save for the rhythmic, wet gasping of the clerk bleeding out on the floorboards. Dante didn't drop his gaze, his expression completely unreadable as he maintained his grip on the intruder.Dante spoke first, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that broke the heavy quiet. "I caught this bastard slipping through the secondary corridor of the eastern block, boss," he said, giving the man’s collar a rough, downward jerk that forced him to stumble forward onto his knees.“He was holed up in one of the vacant utility rooms, completely focused on the courtyard. He had a rifle braced against the

Lacking Cedarwood

Sienna The sudden jolt of the vehicle forced my weight forward, the seatbelt cutting sharply into my collarbone as the tires crunched against gravel. I looked out the tinted window, trying to figure out where I was, but there was nothing recognizable in the dimming light.The car had pulled into a completely lonely, narrow back street, a desolate stretch of cracked asphalt hemmed in by decaying concrete walls and overgrown weeds. It felt like the edge of the world.The two men in the front seat turned around simultaneously, their massive shoulders blocking out the remaining light from the windshield. Their expressions were entirely blank, wiped clean of any human empathy. "Get down from the car." the driver commanded, his voice flat and heavy.For a fraction of a second, a desperate spark of defiance flared in my chest. Every instinct I had yelled at me to fight, to lock the doors, to dig my fingernails into the leather upholstery and refuse to move. I thought about resisting them

Meeting Enzo

SiennaThe man stared at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners before he let out a low, gravelly curse. Then, he laughed.An actual, deep chest laugh that echoed off the high walls of the room.I couldn't believe him. I froze against the pillows, my heart hammering so hard against my ribs I was certain it would crack them. My breath came in ragged, shallow stabs. I was suffocating, drowning in a thick, paralyzing wave of fear, and this bastard was sitting there treating it like a comedy show."You're really a piece of work, aren't you?" he said, shaking his head as the chuckles tapered off into a smirk.I found that offensive. Beyond offensive. I was a human being who had just been hunted, shot at, and dragged unconscious into a strange bed, not some entertainment lined up for his amusement. The nerve of him to mock my terror pricked at the edges of my panic, sparking a tiny flash of anger.I swallowed hard, trying to steady the tremble in my jaw. "Who are you?"He leaned back in th

Feral Relief

Sienna My fingers slowly uncurled from my hair, though my chest kept heaving as I stared at him. The panic hadn't vanished; it had just shifted shape, morphing from a blind, paralyzing terror into a fragile, desperate need for absolute certainty. I needed him to say the words. I needed to hear the validation out loud before my mind completely snapped from the strain.I swallowed the dry taste of copper in my mouth, forcing my voice through a throat that felt like sandpaper."Can I ask you something?" I whispered, my voice cracking on the final syllable. I didn't wait for him to shrug or give permission. I just pressed forward, the words tumbling out before I could lose my nerve. "What's your name?"As the question left my lips, I pulled my hands down to my chest, literally holding my heart in my hands. I pressed my palms flat against my ribs, trying to keep the frantic, irregular thumping from tearing through my skin. I closed my eyes for a split second, praying to whatever God th

He Sent For Me

SiennaTwo days had passed since I woke up screaming in an unfamiliar room. Two days of staring at the same high ceiling, eating food brought up on silver trays, and letting my body slowly process the trauma of what happened.I sat propped up against the pillows, my legs crossed tightly under the heavy blankets. Roxy sat right at the foot of the bed, her fingers nervously tracing the hem of the sheet. Near the dresser, the private doctor was quietly packing his tools into a sleek leather medical bag. He didn't say a word to us. He kept his head down, maintaining a tight-lipped, cold professionalism that seemed to be a requirement for anyone breathing the air in this house. He checked my eyes one last time, nodded to himself, and began rolling up his gauges.The silence in the room stretched until the doctor finally snapped his bag shut. He gave a stiff, formal nod toward the bed and walked out, closing the heavy wooden door behind him.The moment the latch clicked, I let out a brea

The Devil Was Waiting

Sienna My legs weighed me down like chains as I dragged my feet along the endless hallway. Every single step felt like a massive physical effort. My knees were still trembling slightly from the weakness of the past two days. The air in the passage was cool, but my skin felt hot. A nervous sweat prickled at the back of my neck, making my collar itch. I kept my eyes locked on the broad back of the giant leading the way. I carefully maintained a strict five-foot distance between us. I didn't want to get anywhere near him. I didn't want to accidentally brush against his dark jacket. I didn't want to remind him that I was walking behind him. He walked with a heavy, rhythmic thud that seemed to vibrate straight through the floorboards and into the soles of my boots. The sound echoed off the wood paneling, a constant reminder of how trapped I really was.As we turned another corner, the scale of the house began to press in on me. The ceilings were too high. The hallways were too long. I

"I'm a Mafia Don"

SiennaMarcello stood up from his massive leather chair, his towering frame instantly dominating the entire room. He tilted his head slightly to the side, his dark eyes tracking my every movement as he watched me hover nervously on the threshold. He didn't speak. He didn't offer a single reassuring word to ease the thick tension in the air. He just stood there, silently expecting me to walk into his office, taking it completely for granted that I would obey the unwritten command hanging between us. The certainty in his posture was infuriating, but the raw power radiating from him was paralyzing.My heart pounded so violently against my ribs it felt like it was going to tear through the bone and fall straight from my chest. The skin of my palms felt cold and clammy as I gripped the heavy wooden doorframe, every single instinct in my body screaming at me to turn around, sprint back down the long corridor, and lock myself back in the bedroom with Roxy. But running wasn't a real optio

Begging for a Lie

MarcelloI watched with deep satisfaction as the realization hit her like a physical punch straight to the gut. The sudden change in her posture was instantaneous, her whole body freezing as the weight of my words anchored her to the floorboards. I kept my gaze locked onto her face, watching closely with a dark sense of amusement as her eyes widened to the size of saucers, her pupils dilating in shock. It was a beautiful sight. Her brain was working at a sprint, connecting the dots bit by bit, piecing together every event that had happened since we met. The shattered glass from the alleyway, the silent, armed men guarding the doors, the casual talk of execution in my office, and the size of this safe house. The confusion was fading, replaced by a cold terror that made her skin go pale under the dim light.My eyes moved slowly along the contours of her face with so much intensity it felt like a physical touch. I tracked the curve of her jaw, the slight tremble in her bottom lip, a

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