Page 42 of A New Days Don

Karmin brushes it off, and I glare at the woman through my screen. She’s about to make my life far more exhausting than it needs to be right now.

“What about you? What have you been up to?” Karmin asks, and a wide grin pulls on my lips as I watch Mila’s face flush. Yes, beautiful, tell your friend what you have been up to.

“Oh, my God.” Karmin.

Mila tries to play off what’s going on, but her cherry flushed cheeks and wide eyes give her away. I smirk at that, but make another mental note to help her with her poker face. She wears all her thoughts right there on her face, and as much as I love seeing how much she is affected by our kiss, these easy to read emotions could be used against her at any time.

“You are getting laid! Did you give someone your V-card?! Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” I chuckle at her friend’s enthusiasm. It doesn’t get past me that they are speaking of my woman’s virginity, but it doesn’t surprise me. Her kiss made it clear she wasn’t used to physical contact.

That’s okay. I will make sure she is warmed up and able to take all of me. Her pussy will weep and beg for my cock when it’s time. Any pain she does feel, I will meet with pleasure tenfold. She will never have to worry.

“Because… I have no V-card to give, and you know why.”

I can barely make out the words, but my world comes crashing down as she says it. Not because I need her pure, but because if she is saying what I think she is, then…

Karmin’s next words confirm it. That was what was left out of her files. Whoever was in her record erased all evidence that she had been hurt by someone. That someone had attempted to take what was never theirs to have.

My eyes hone in on my beautiful woman. The mask of professionalism and control slips, and the broken girl beneath it flashes at me.

At the long list of mental notes, finding the motherfucker that did this to her has become number one.

I fucking lose it. Red fills my vision as I try to focus on the monitor. Focus on the woman who laughs through the tears she refuses to let spill.

Karmin is right. Her virginity has nothing to do with her hymen being torn or the blood she spills. It’s not something anyone can take from her, and when she does give in to me, I will make sure she knows exactly what a first time feels like.

“You still get to have your first time, Miles. Don’t live life as if it's over.”

Those words hit me harder than they seem to hit Mila.

Has my woman been holding herself back from what she deserves?

The black heart in my chest cracks, and I rub the spot as soft, tender emotions try to rise out of me.

“Now tell me, how was the orgasm?” Karmin seems to know exactly how to pull Mila out of her storm cloud.

Mila’s eyes widen as she looks around the café, easing some of the ballistic anger for a moment, “Will you keep it down?”

Karmin prods, and Mila looks around the café, her cheeks becoming a bright red as she tries to rush through her next sentence.

“There is nothing to tell. I didn’t… Do that.”

I freeze.

Karmin begins to snap back, but I’m stuck on what Mila stammered out.

She was wet and almost going cross eyed from her arousal that night. I could see it painted all over her face as she squirmed so deliciously for me. My cock swells, but I refrain from touching myself to the thought. I won’t cum until she’s sweating and satiated under me, squirming and begging for me to join her in ecstasy.

“There was no sex or any orgasming.” Mila shoves food into her mouth as a way to avoid more of this conversation.

Images of Mila cumming for me flood my mind, and that’s suddenly all I can think about. I want to run into that café and drag her out, so she can have exactly what she craves, but I hold myself back. Now is not the time.

My phone rings beside me, pulling me from Mila and her friend. Ren’s name illuminates across the top of it, and I smirk. Just the man I needed to speak to.

We have a rapist to hunt and maim.

Chapter 18

Mila