Giving Out Her Virginity

Leia's POV

My head banged. My lips were dry and I felt sore down there. Slowly I flicked my eyes open but instantly shut them back. My mind was abruptly thrown into panic mode. The knight in shining armor I had met last night at the club was somehow on top of me!

After gathering enough courage, I opened my eyes once more. The settings looked unfamiliar and I was at a loss. It took a while before my brain finally gave me information about what happened last night. I buried my face in my palm in shame. How could I have been so stupid? I had sex with a man I knew nothing about. He was dashingly striking, but I should have kept it together.

Pain ripped through my heart as I remembered how it all played out. I remembered it vividly, I threw myself at him because I was drawn to him. Above all, I did this because I couldn't bear to give out my virginity to the mafia boss my father had arranged for me. "You are wrong Leia, this makes no sense," I lectured myself and rage surged through me.

I nudged him violently and he grunted. His eyes flicked open and he crawled up from my body. He sat on the edge of the bed and his full eyebrow furrowed in confusion. He must have realized the hatred and anger on my face.

I sat up and rested my back on the bed's headboard. The sheet followed after me as I had grabbed one of its edges to cover my bare body.

"You lunatic!" I shouted at him and threw all that I could grab at him. "You're all a beast! You came to rescue me just to have me as your dinner!" I yelled. The anger that streamed through me was immense and hitting him alone did nothing to calm me down.

He got angry at my sudden outburst and in a twinkle of an eye, he was all over me. He drew my legs down and my head fell back on the bed. He pinned me down with untold strength. His eyes held terror and I gulped in fear. 

I immediately regretted charging at him. It wasn't his fault that we ended up in bed. I had  thrown myself at him, but I still felt angry for him failing to see through my drunk eyes last night.

"What is your problem?" he yelled at me and I flinched. I shut my eyes and shuddered in fear. He must have realized how terrified I was as he rolled off me and sat up. My eyes roamed the room and I saw my panties laying innocently on the floor. I dived for it and pulled it on quickly.

I felt pain as the panties covered my mound. I was still wet from blood that had dripped away from me. I rummaged my hands through my already messy hair as I thought deeply of a way to make him pay.

"You know you can get sued for this!" I shot at him but he gazed at me with a casual demeanor. "For what?" He asked.

The moment he said those words, anger coursed through me again. "Fuck you!" I screamed and resisted the urge to slap him.

"Relax, you were the one who threw yourself at me" he said mockingly and I snapped.  I rushed at him and struck him hard on the face. "Did you not notice I was drunk?!" I yelled and flinched as I waited for his retaliation.

"You got sober at some point and you know it," he responded calmly but coldly. Oddly there was no hint of retaliation in his demeanor.

He was right, I felt sober during the sex experience, but I was so carried away by the pleasure that I didn't want it to stop. Thinking back now, I can't really say the pleasure was great as it was accompanied with some pains.

I pointed my finger angrily at him. "You will get sued for this. You have no idea who my father is. You are a dead meat already." 

With that said, I searched for my clothes. I didn't want to spend another second with him because I might end up losing my mind.

I pulled on my pants and fixed on my already torn shirt. I secured the open space that was supposed to be buttoned up with my hand. I scowled at him once more and turned to leave, but he stopped me. 

 "What?" I snapped at him and watched him get up from the bed. He knew he was naked and didn't care. I on the other hand couldn't help but gape at his masculine perfection. "God this man is so gorgeous!" my inner self screamed shamelessly  and I couldn't help but agree.

He went over to the bed drawer and emerged with an envelope which I presumed had money in it. He walked back to me all naked and I struggled to keep my cool. Little did he know that I was far from being at ease and if this was another temptation, he was really having his way. I moved backwards as I wheeled my thoughts from his vanity.

 Gently, he took my hand from my side and handed the small envelope over to me.

"Thanks for your time," he said gruffly as if daring me to reject it.

Of course, I did. I hurled the envelope at his face and watched the money scatter all over the place. Did he think I was a whore who he could pay off and everything would be fine?

"I don't want your filthy money!" I yelled out loud. His eyes darkened, and his lips moved without uttering a word. It was a certainty that he was angry and I had  squashed his ego. I felt very pleased with myself and walked towards the door. "See you in court, psycho" I spat out and left.