Chapter 78: 78. She’s Begging Her Virginity To Be Taken By Me (Stanley Won’t Feel This)

He reached out, his hand sliding down to cup the curve of her hip; his touch was possessive and grounding. "He wants a pure and untouched wife, Ellie."

"He wants a partner to build a legacy with. But he doesn’t know how to handle a woman because he’s a nerd."

"He’s too busy being ’proper’ to realize that the most beautiful thing about you is the fire he’s too scared to light."

He gave her a wicked, lopsided grin, his voice dropping to a low, predatory growl. "Well, lucky for you... I don’t give a damn about being proper."

"And unlike Stanley, I don’t like to keep good things waiting."

Mike’s eyes darkened, the humor from his laughter morphing into a heavy, concentrated lust. He didn’t move to strip her off immediately, but instead, he held her in that torturous space of tension, enjoying the way her breath hitched.

He wanted this to be more than just a physical act, but he wanted her to consciously choose to break her vows to a man who didn’t even know how to hold her.

"If you’re going to do this," Mike murmured, his voice dropping to a commanding, gravelly depth, "if you’re going to throw away all that ’sanctity’ Stanley has been hoarding like a fucking miser, then you aren’t just going to let it happen."

"You aren’t going to be a passive participant in your own betrayal."

He gripped her waist, his large hands spanning nearly the entire width of her, pulling her hips flush against his hard, muscular thighs. "I want you to ask for it."

"I want you to look me in the eye and give me a reason—a real, honest reason why you’re choosing a ’bad boy’ like me over the perfect gentleman who was working on his career."

"I want you to beg me to take it from you, and I want to hear you say that you’re done being a saint and you’re ready to be a sinner."

’There it is... something that I anticipated for him where he treats womenwomen like someone who needs to worship him like some kind of god...’ Ellie thought. ’Honestly... all this years of waiting being outgoing while also keeping my innocence.’

’I’m tired... and Stanley... I do hope you won’t see me like this, but I’m not a slutty girl...’

’I want this moment only with the one man that I fell in love with since I was a child...’ Ellie flickered for a second where Mike noticed a heart symbol appeared but then disappeared after that.

"Hello... I’m waiting here..." Mike said while raising her chin hard enough until she felt like getting choked, but softly.

The intensity of his demand was so sudden, so raw, that it actually broke through Ellie’s tension. A small, mischievous giggle escaped her lips, her outgoing, playful nature bubbling to the surface even in the heat of the moment.

’I want to test my luck more...’ She rolled her eyes, a bright, cheeky glint appearing in her gaze.

"Oh, so you’re a director now, are you?" she teased, her voice regaining some of its spirited, melodic quality.

She reached up, playfully tugging at one of his red locks. "First you badmouth my boyfriend, then you call him a coward, and now you’re demanding a formal application for the job?"

"You’re such a fucking egoist, Mikey!"

She leaned back slightly, her massive breasts swaying with the movement, a confident, sultry smirk playing on her lips. "You want a reason? Fine..."

"You want a logical argument for why a girl should trade a diamond for a wildfire?" She leaned in, her nose brushing his, her voice dropping to a playful, sultry whisper. "The reason is that the diamond is cold and boring, and quite frankly, Mikey..."

"I’m tired of being ’safe.’ I want to be ruined by someone who actually knows what to do with all of this."

She gestured down her body with a shameless, laughing bravado, her outgoing personality making the scandalous moment feel electric rather than heavy. "But don’t think you’re getting it easy."

"If you want me to beg, you’re going to have to earn it."

"You can’t just demand it like a king, but you’ve got to act like the man who’s actually going to handle the job."

Mike let out a low, appreciative growl, his eyes raking over her blonde ponytail and her defiant, beautiful face. He loved this side of her the side that wasn’t afraid to joke even when her heart was racing.

"Still the Ellie I know..."

"Don’t test me, Ellie," he warned, though his grin was wide and hungry.

He suddenly moved with a burst of dominant energy, his hands sliding under her clothes to grip the soft skin of her waist, his strength making it clear that while she could joke, he was the one setting the pace.

He began to push her back toward the bed, his movements forceful and unyielding. "Because once you start begging, I’m not stopping until you’ve forgotten Stanley’s name entirely."

’Oh, wow, wow, wow... it works... this is the Mikey that I wanted...!’

As Mike pushed her back, the mattress yielding beneath her weight, the playful teasing in Ellie’s eyes began to melt into something far more primal.

The sheer, unapologetic dominance in his movements the way he didn’t ask for her consent but rather commanded her surrender sent a violent wave of arousal crashing through her. Her core throbbed, a heavy, aching heat blooming between her thighs that she had never felt before.

’I’m already aroused... oh god... I don’t need to masturbate now because I want him to take everything from me...!’

The "perfect girl" was dying, and she was loving every second of her demise.

"You’re right," she gasped, her head falling back against the pillow, her blonde ponytail splayed out like a halo of gold.

The jokes were gone now, replaced by a raw, unvarnished honesty that stripped her soul bare. "You’re so fucking right, Mikey..."

"Stanley is... he’s gentle..."

"He’s careful. He treats me like I’m made of glass, like he’s afraid he might break something precious."

She reached up, her fingers digging into the hard, tanned muscles of his arms, pulling him closer until the heat of his body was an inescapable force. "But that’s the problem!"

"I don’t want to be handled with care! I don’t want to be a gem in a display case!" Her voice rose, becoming a desperate, breathless plea. "I’ve spent my whole life being ’careful,’ being ’proper,’ being ’good.’ And it’s fucking exhausting!"

She looked up at him, her eyes wide, dark with a hunger that bordered on madness. The submissive nature he had sensed was no longer a secret, but it was her entire being.

She felt small beneath him, dwarfed by his massive, muscular frame, and the sensation made her feel more powerful than she ever had in her life.

"Please, Mikey," she whimpered, her hips involuntarily arching upward, seeking the friction of his heavy, masculine weight. "Stop talking... Stop teasing... Stop making me wait for a man who doesn’t even know what he’s missing."

She grabbed the front of his shirt, her knuckles white, her gaze fixed on his with a terrifying intensity. "Take it... Take it all from me...!"

"I don’t want a wedding night, but I want a fucking riot!"

"I want you to be the one to break this, please...!"

"I want my first time to be messy, and loud, and aggressive, and completely, utterly yours."

Her voice broke, a sob of pure, unadulterated desire escaping her throat as she finally gave him exactly what he demanded.

"Please, Mikey... please just take my virginity," she begged, her eyes brimming with tears of anticipation. "Make me forget everything else."

"Make me forget Stanley, forget the house, forget the world. Just use me."

"Be as selfish as you want, be as brutal as you need to be... just don’t make me wait another second."

"Please... please." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

She was no longer the innocent, outgoing girl he knew since childhood, but right now, she was a woman standing on the precipice of a beautiful, chaotic ruin, begging the only man who could truly destroy her to finally claim her.

"Love to hear that from you..."

"Get ready... after I take your virginity... I’ll make sure you don’t give Stanley a chance to have sex or even a slight touch at your body."