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“Because I didn’t want to hurt you. It’s your first time, and trust me, I know you’re going to be sore later.”

She touched his cheek and then stroked his lips.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said.

“There is no pain now.”

But there had been pain and now he knew there was going to be blood as well. Drago didn’t want to leave the warmth of her pussy, but he also wanted to take care of his woman. Pulling away from her was torture but he was going to protect her. He eased out of her tight heat, and he saw the evidence of her virginity as well as the mixture of his release. There was something primal that hit him, but he ignored it.

“Stay here,” he said.

Getting to his feet, he climbed off the bed and made his way into the bathroom. He filled the tub with warm water and some salts to help soothe. Once they were ready, he went back to the bedroom and Selma had followed his instruction and laid on the bed.

He went to her, pushed his hand beneath her ass, and then lifted her into his arms. She let out a squeal, but he was already walking toward the bathroom when she tried to protest. He didn’t hesitate in lowering her into the bath.

“Stay,” he said.

“You’re treating me like a dog.”

“Trust me, I’m not.” He kissed her again, and then left to go back to the bedroom to deal with the blanket.

As much as he loved to know he was her first and would be her only lover, he had no intention of keeping the blanket. He would burn it because it was also evidence of the pain he had caused her, and that he found unacceptable. He didn’t want to be reminded of the fact he had to hurt her to make her his.

Even though he had to ruin her father to a point of desperation to get the woman he wanted, he wasn’t going to think about that.

He made his way back to the bathroom where his woman was still waiting for him to take care of her.

Selma had no idea what he felt for her, and he had a feeling she might never understand.

Chapter Six

Selma looked out over the front garden, hoping to catch a glimpse of when Drago would return. This had been the same for her every day for the past week. She just wanted to see when her husband would arrive. The day after they had sex, Drago got a call and he left without even sharing breakfast with her. She hadn’t seen him in a week.

No one would talk to her inside the house. They were all quite happy to leave her to her own devices. There was nothing for her to do. She had already spent many hours in the game room, exploring the back gardens without attempting to run away. Her boredom had reached new levels. Even watching endless movies had lost their appeal.

Once again, she was back to missing time with the animals she loved to take care of, and the people from the care home that she missed. She missed all of them.

With her arms folded beneath her breasts, one leg dangling off the side of the cushion, she pressed her head to the window and waited. Drago hadn’t even called. There had been nothing. No phone call, no contact. It was like she didn’t exist to him. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t fall.

Did he not enjoy being with her? She didn’t know the answers to her questions. What did it say about her that he’d been gone for a whole week without a single phone call?

To try and clear her head, she spent hours in the pool as well, but that was also pointless.

Pressing her head to her arms, she took several deep breaths and then she heard the sound of a car engine. Lifting her head, she looked outside to see Drago had returned.

Excitement filled her and she was tempted to get to her feet and run to him, but instead, she made her way out of the study and went to the stairs. Before he had entered the house, she had already turned down the corridor to go to her bedroom.

All week she had been waiting for him, and it suddenly dawned on her that he’d not even spent the time to make a quick two-minute phone call to her. There was no way she could be that important to him if he could ignore her so easily.

Closing her door, she didn’t bother flicking the lock into place. She walked over to her window and sat on the seat, putting the pillow behind her to offer a little more comfort. After that, she pressed her head against the window and looked out over the gardens. It was getting dark, so dinner would be announced soon.

She didn’t want to eat with Drago.

Selma glanced across the room to see that he’d already been home twenty minutes and there was no sign of him. Did she mean so little to him that he didn’t even want to come and see her? Tears filled her eyes and she quickly closed them, squeezing them tight so she didn’t have to think or feel anything. She also clenched her hands into tight fists to try and bring her emotions under control.

She took a deep breath, and once dinner was ready, Selma walked toward the door. She put her hand on the doorknob and waited. She didn’t open or close it, but stayed perfectly still. Then, she stepped away from the door and made her way toward the en suite bathroom.

She had wanted to see Drago all week, and now that he was here, it was like this clarity had washed over her. Yes, she wanted him, but not like this. Not where he could have what he wanted and then leave her alone when it suited him. He may have gotten a phone call, but she was his wife. He could have phoned her, or left a message, or anything. Instead, she got silence.