SHE SOUGHT TO SELL HER VIRGINITY TO PAY HER FATHER'S DEBTS. LITTLE DID SHE KNOW HOW DESIRABLE SHE WOULD FIND HIS CRUEL DEBTOR.
Sofia Moreno has been brought up to be a good Catholic girl. But that didn't stop her father from chalking up a huge gambling debt - one he must pay, or an enforcer will break his legs.
Unbeknownst to her family, Sofia seeks to pay this debt in the only way she knows how - by giving up the most precious thing she possesses: her virginity. And she must surrender it to the man who now holds her father's life, Nicholas Greco.
Nicholas is handsome, tyrannical and ruthless. He has no choice. In the world he inhabits, he must command respect through physical force, or his beloved family will be mown down and slain by his enemies.
Sofia must now enter and navigate his brutal world. But nothing is as simple as it appears. She must contend with Alyssa, his cunning best friend who is secretly in love with him and who would do anything to destroy rivals for his affection. And then there is the added complication of Nicholas's beautiful son, Paul . . .
DEFLOWERED sets up the central conflicts for the EIGHT TASKS FOR THE BLUSHING VIRGIN erotica drama series. It contains 20,000 words.
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Nicholas Greco - the man who has threatened, through one of his enforcers, to break my father's legs if he doesn't pay up - is still staring at me out of those tiger eyes. He has large eyes - so piercing that my stomach flips at their intensity.
He says, "Why have you come to see me, Sofia Moreno?"
I swallow. My heart is banging against the drum of my rib cartilage.
I can do this. I know I can.
"It's a-about my father, Mr. Greco."
He doesn't say anything but listens to me patiently. I find myself studying the curvature of his sensuous mouth. He must have been a very pretty boy when he was younger. Very pretty indeed. I wonder how he managed to survive in such a brutal landscape. But then, his father was Donnie Greco. No one would have dared to give him grief.
I continue, the pulse in my throat rapping a staccato beat, "He can't repay what he owes you. He doesn't have fifty thousand dollars."
Nor do I. Nor does anyone I know.
He nods, but still doesn't say anything. Not that he's motionless. Nicholas Greco is one of those restless beings. Even when his entire body is not in motion, his irises are constantly roaming in the whites of his orbs.
"So I-I've come in his place. To repay you."
This is the way it is to be. I dart a glance at Abe, who does not move. His face is impassive. I suppose that when I decided to begin this, I should have known that my privacy would be taken away. My life is now forfeit to those who would partake of it.
I pull in a deep breath. I straighten my back and stand tall and proud. Well, as tall as I can measure up. I'm five foot four. My heels add another two inches. My pink sundress is something someone would wear to church - demure, chaste and girly. I know I am a very pretty girl. Everyone has told me so. My curly hair is a deep red. My violet eyes are wide and innocent. My complexion is porcelain, like a doll's.
Before I can lose my nerve, my words tumble out in a rush, "I have come to give you . . . myself in place of my father's debt. I am a virgin. I have come to offer you my virginity . . . and m-my body . . . to do with as you please."
There, I have said it. I swallow the multiple lumps which have bolted to my throat. Now that my proposition is out, a flush of embarrassment courses through my cheeks. My face must be as inflamed as my hair. What was I thinking of when I came up with this? What would a man like Nicholas Greco want with me when he probably has dozens of virgins at his beck and call?
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Published February 21, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.