Dirty Little Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  Sam roared, his rage all-consuming and then Cal could not match him. Sam slammed him back against the wall, Cal’s head perilously close to the marble fireplace. Cal gave him a bloody grin, his mouth cut open from the ferocity of Sam’s blows.

  ‘I don’t care what you do to me now, brother, I really don’t. Because I got to kill Isa, got to feel her blood on my hands.’

  Sam suddenly stopped, his hands clutching Cal’s head, and his gaze bore down on his betrayer. ‘I am going to kill you, but there’s just one more thing, Cal, and I want you to die knowing it.’

  Cal was smug. ‘And what’s that?’

  Sam smiled then and bent his head, so his lips were at his brother’s ear. ‘Isa’s not dead.’

  Cal’s eyes widened in stunned horror, but just for a millisecond before, with all his might, Sam slammed his head hard against the marble fireplace and cracked Cal’s skull wide open.

  A few minutes later, Halsey arrived – alone. He took one look at Sam, sitting against the far wall away from his brother’s body. Halsey checked Cal’s pulse. Dead. Good riddance. He glanced at Sam.

  ‘Sam, go, get out of here. I’ll deal with this.’

  Sam looked at him, confused. ‘John, I did this. I’ll come along with you; I won’t make a fuss.’

  Halsey looked at him. ‘Sam, after everything you’ve been through…look, I should have…god; I don’t know but this I do. You’ve been through enough. Let me deal with this. Go see Isa. Tell her I hope she feels better soon.’

  Sam scrambled to his feet and shook the other man’s hand. ‘Thank you, John, thank you. From the bottom of my heart.’

  John Halsey nodded. ‘Get out of here.’

  With a grateful smile, Sam shot one last look at his dead brother, and rushed out of the room. John Halsey looked down at Cal Levy’s body and shook his head.

  ‘Motherfucker,’ he said quietly and went to work.

  Isa sat up in the hospital bed, feeling sore, wounded but relieved to be alive. It had been a close call, they had told her, but after being airlifted to the city, and taken straight into a seven-hour surgery, she’d pulled through.

  When she woke two days later, she found Sam by her side and they stared at each other for the longest time before kissing.

  ‘What happened?’ She touched his bandaged shoulder. Sam shrugged.

  ‘He managed to get a shot off. It’s not bad. Nothing to what he did to you.’ He gave a strange, strangled laugh. ‘How the hell you’re still alive? Jesus. You’re made of strong stuff, baby.’

  She laughed but then her face turned serious. She hesitated, looking away from him.

  ‘The body in the fire…’

  Sam’s hand tightened on hers. ‘Honey. It was Karl. Cal murdered him weeks before, kept his body in a deep freeze.’

  They looked at each other for a long moment. Isa swallowed the lump in her throat and asked the question she didn’t know if she wanted the answer to.

  ‘Is Cal in jail?’ Her voice was small.

  Sam shook his head. ‘No, baby, he’s gone. Gone.’

  ‘Dead?’

  ‘Yes. Very, very dead. This time it really is all over, darling. All over.’

  She let out a breath. ‘Good.’

  He covered her mouth with his, feeling her respond and smiled. When they broke apart, he became serious.

  ‘Marry me.’

  She stroked his cheek, chuckling. ’We’re already married.’

  ‘I mean, properly, in front of our friends, you in a big meringue dress, me in a morning suit, Zoe giving you away.’

  Isa grinned, tears in her eyes. ‘You know what, just this once, yes. Okay. Let’s be ostentatious. I think we earned it.’

  He kissed her. ‘God, Isa, I’m so sorry I didn’t stop him from hurting you. I just couldn’t believe he would do this.’

  Isa shook her head, stroking his face. ‘None of us did, baby. At least no-one else died.’

  Sam looked down and she frowned.

  ‘What?’

  Sam was silent for a minute. ‘Casey’s dead too. Cal killed her. Halsey found her before he came for us. Cal shot her.’

  Isa was shocked. ‘Oh, my God. I’m sorry.’

  Sam’s hand tightened on hers. ‘I’m not.’

  ‘Sam!’

  ‘I’m sorry, Isa, but she got what she deserved. She was screwing him for years, even when I was married to her. She wanted you dead as much as he did. Together they planned your murder, Isa. They designed your murder.’

  ‘And paid with her own life.’

  Sam nodded. ‘I guess she’d outlived her usefulness. After all, that was his endgame. Neither you nor I were meant to survive. I’m surprised he didn’t go after Zoe too.’ He sighed. ‘If Casey…. I want to blame her for everything. But I can’t. I blame myself.’

  ‘Don’t you dare do that, Sam Levy, just don’t. We all make mistakes and if you’re to blame then so am I. But the fact is Cal was psychotically jealous of everything you had. I was just an object for him to possess. And when I fell I love with you, the only way that his deranged mind could deal with that was to kill me.’

  Sam flinched, and Isa reached for him, holding his face between her palms.

  ‘And he failed.’

  ‘He nearly succeeded. Look at you.’

  Isa glanced down at the heavy bandaging around her abdomen. ‘I’m fine. How’s Louisa doing?’

  ‘Better. She’s already up and walking around.’

  ‘I’m so glad. God, when I think of what Cal did to her.’

  ‘I know. That’s how I felt when I saw you in that basement. I never want to see that again.’

  ‘You never will. It’s me and you now, for always.’

  Sam stroked her face. ‘Do you want to go back to that house? I understand if you don’t.’

  Isa’s face was fixed. ‘I do want to go back to our home. He doesn’t get to spoil that too. It’s perfect for us. Really, Sam, we need to remember – we survived him, so we get to win.’

  ‘Marry me.’ He said again, and she kissed him.

  ‘Yes, Samuel Levy, I will marry you.’

  A while later, the nurse looked into the room and smiled. Both asleep, the young man was curved around the girl, holding her like he’d never let go. The nurse shut off the light and closed the door. She grinned at the other nurse at the station outside the room.

  ‘You ever see love like that?’

  Her friend smiled back. ‘I wish.’

  Epilogue

  Three years later

  ‘Stop being a nag, I’ll do it,’ Isa grumbled, as Sam held her waist. She was standing on a chair trying to push the star on top of their Christmas tree.

  ‘You realize I can reach that without a chair?’

  ‘It’s my turn,’ Isa grumbled, ‘You did it last year.’

  ‘Yup, but I’m not the one who is eight months pregnant, am I?’

  Isa placed the star and Sam lifted her from the chair and stood her on her feet. She grinned up at him.

  ‘Superhuman strength, Mr. Levy.’

  They studied the tree. ‘It’s kind of lop-sided,’ Isa said, her head on one side.

  ‘Such problems,’ Sam muttered, and Isa poked him with her elbow, grinning.

  ‘Nice to have such problems,’ she said softly. Sam ran his hand down her silky hair.

  ‘You want me to go get another tree?’

  ‘Nah, I like it like that. Life is lop-sided. Ours, for sure. But at least we’re on the good side now. Oh...’ She put a hand on her belly. ‘He’s kicking again, the little slugger.’

  Sam laughed, and she guided his hand to where his son was kicking him. Sam pulled her closer. ‘There was a time,’ he whispered, his face in her hair, ‘when I never thought we would get here.’

  ‘I know, me too,’ she said, ‘but we did, baby. We did.’

  Later, Zoe and Louisa came over from the city. The two women had bonded during Louisa’s recovery, and Isa could see Zoe going into her ‘mom’ mode- j
ust had she had for Isa all those years ago. Isa was delighted for them both – she adored Louisa, and they too had spent a long time together while they both recovered from Cal’s violence.

  It was Christmas Eve and Sam and Isa were hosting a small party for their friends and neighbors. They had settled into the island community with ease – and even bought a rescue dog home with them, who was a much part of their family now as anyone. Bill and his wife Marilyn came over from the school; John Halsey came with his partner, Ryan. The detective had made Cal’s death look like a suicide - Sam would never know how he did it but he was eternally grateful.

  Later, Zoe came to find Sam and led him outside onto the terrace to talk privately. She turned to him with concern in her eyes.

  ‘Sam, we need to talk. I know, this probably isn’t the right day, but in a way, it is. So near to the birth, and all I can think about is Isa and the baby and how wonderful this all is.’ She conceded when he grinned. ‘But I can’t stop thinking about Cal.’

  Sam hugged her. ‘Zoe, he’s gone, he’s dead. He can’t hurt us anymore.’

  ‘Then why do I feel like this?’

  Sam was silent for a moment.

  ‘Did you know that ghosts can't cross water? I didn’t. Isa told me that one night, another one of her useless factoids she’s gleaned from God knows where.’ He laughed, shook his head. ‘Ghosts can’t cross water.’ He looked inside to Isa, who was laughing with Bill and smiled at his sister. ‘Cal is dead, Zoe, and no-one will ever change that. He’s gone.’

  ‘And you killed him.’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘And she doesn’t know.’

  Sam shook his head. ‘No. There’s no reason to tell her.’

  ‘How can you live your life like that?’

  ‘I can live like that for her.’

  ‘But you’re starting your new life off with a lie.’

  ‘It’s a lie worth telling, don’t you think?’

  Sam grinned at her, but Zoe was serious.

  ‘You can’t keep this from her, Sam. She trusts you completely. Again. At last. If she found out…’

  ‘She won’t.’

  ‘Isa’s smart.’

  ‘Yes.’

  Zoe just shook her head at her brother. ‘I don’t even want to think about what would happen if she found out. What it would do to the both of you.’

  ‘She won’t. And is it worse than a life lived in fear?’

  ‘But you have to live like that.’ Zoe whispered to him, her eyes filled with worry. ‘Not knowing if they find Cal’s body if they’ll come for you.’

  Sam smiled and shook his head. ‘No. I know what my life will be. That gorgeous girl over there, my darling love with my son growing in her belly. Building a life with her. A family. You. You and Louisa with any luck. This island. Cal doesn’t even figure into it. He’s a dead man. Ghosts can’t cross water. Now, let’s get to enjoying Christmas, Grandma.’

  She swatted his butt. ‘Less of the Grandma – not yet I’m not.’

  Isa and Louisa were waiting for them in the kitchen, and as Sam put his arm around his pregnant wife, he put his mouth to her ear. ‘I love you.’

  Isa grinned up at him. ‘Right back at ya, big guy.’

  ‘Forever?’ He asked, and she chuckled and kissed him, wrapping her arms around him.

  ‘I promise,’ she said, ‘forever…’

  The End.

  The Billionaire Bad Boy Plan

  A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

  By Michelle Love & Catherine Vall

  Sienna Ruston is a college student at NYU. Majoring in psychology and not much of a social butterfly, she entertains her friends by being there for all of it.

  By chance one night she meets a handsome stranger known as Jonathan Ellis who becomes totally infatuated with his choice in her. She is a masterpiece of solemn beauty he wants to keep for himself. He yearns to control his chosen Sienna and she has no idea about the rich and profound impact of imaginative ideas with her. This will be a ride of a lifetime for both of them. Ready, set and go...

  By chance he sees her and locks her into his sights. She isn't like the other young college students. In fact, she's way more than he can understand. Jonathan knows he must have her for every fantasy he desires. But will she permit it?

  Sienna cannot remember another man like Jonathan. He is the sexiest man she's ever laid eyes upon. Is she ready to discover his real agenda? It is much more than she could have bargained for. Actually, Jonathan Ellis has many secrets to share, and Sienna will be part of the whole discovery, so it would seem.

  Planned by Him (Book One)

  JONATHON

  Jesus Christ, she was hot. I had wanted her since the moment I had laid eyes on her. She looked like she didn't belong here, all dressed up in that sexy, sparkling dress. It was green like her eyes that were looking around aimlessly like a puppy that was lost on a street. Fuck, those tits were so beautifully rounded and pushed high enough to create the perfect cleavage.

  I sat at the furthest end of the bar and watched her from afar, just waiting a bit longer. I noticed that her hair fell in curls in a mousy brown color that just reached her tits at the front. She sipped on what looked like a fruit cup or something similar, and as her lips curled around the straw in such a way that I could imagine them around my cock. Pink lips, oh God.

  She seemed to be with a group of girls who were out to celebrate something together. Drunk women were always crazy in a group, but when they were celebrating, there was a definite cheekiness about them. I continued watching.

  There were a few blonde women that came up to the bar next to me. I tried to avoid eye contact with them so I could continue my watch over the beauty that I had already set my target on. I was definitely in a trance watching the shapely brown-haired vixen. She was all I could see in a room that was full of mostly women. I continued to look as she bent over slightly to adjust her silk gray stockings. Her ass was pointed squarely at me and my cock immediately hardened.

  I hadn't noticed that one of the blondes was trying to talk to me until she tapped on my shoulder.

  "Hi. Do you come here often?" she put on a smitten face.

  I didn't want to seem rude but I was. "Nope, just occasionally."

  The woman next to me was the barbie-doll type. Not really my thing. She was tall, very skinny and looked nearly fake. Her tits were definitely made of something non-human.

  She continued however. "I am sure I've seen you here before. Aren't you Jonathon Ellis?"

  I tried to not roll my eyes. Yes, I was Jonathon Ellis and I was known as a great psychologist in the area, because frankly, I was. I had been an asset to the college too. I took a sip of my drink and tried definitively not to roll my eyes too obviously. I shrugged at the blond who was trying way too hard to chat me up.

  My eyes continued to watch the mousy-brown vixen who had now stumbled across the dance floor as her friends were waving her towards a free table at the other side of the room.

  [X] was still there, "Yes, you were at the debate last year. Arguing about the continuance theory. You were great!"

  "Oh, I am so glad," I said in a lie. I didn't give two fucks if she was there or not. College was a load of bullshit. I had studied for way too long to get my degree. There were so many things I could have learned on my own and I was not there now. I was just invited to speak or attend functions sometimes. My own practice was thriving. But I felt some sense of loyalty at least, even if no fondness for how much of my life they had sapped out of me.

  [X] was off to the dance floor now, thank God. I placed my attention back to my mousy brunette who faced me as she sat uncomfortably at the table she was now at. Her friends had left her there so that they could dance. Her green dress shimmered on her and I was captured by her beauty. She looked up and our eyes met for a moment. She glanced away at the awkwardness of it.

  Then in a split second, I saw a way to her. A drunk college boy was moving in to her, obviously noticing her on her own. My j
ealousy kicked in immediately. I was the one who possessed her. I would go and take her now.

  SIENNA

  I saw the sexy stranger sitting at the bar. He was surrounded by beautiful blonds when I noticed him earlier. One of the blonds obviously knew him from somewhere as she had been trying to talk with him for a while, I noticed.

  I had looked up and he had seen me eyeing him. I was definitely batting above my league. A man like him was so drop dead sexy. He would never fall for someone plain, like me. I couldn't help but notice his complexion. It was semi-tanned with obvious brown stubble. He had full lips and wavy, dark brown hair. I was here for Jenna's twenty-first birthday, and not looking for a man anyway.

  She had decided to make it an all-girl thing and everyone was to have the "time of their life," tonight. So she'd put it. Most of the other girls were doing a different major at college so I wasn't really in the "in crowd." I was drinking a non-alcoholic soda so I didn't have to contend with a crappy hangover the next day. I wasn't really a social butterfly either. Jenna just knew how to wrangle me in. It was pretty funny watching the drunk girls strutting around wilfully on the dance floor. They all grinded aimlessly on guys that loved it. They were having a blast.

  I tried to look busy as I drank my obviously non-alcoholic beverage. I was hoping Jenna and the others would not notice my individual stance of sitting on my own at "the best party I would ever go to!" The last thing I needed was for them to try and pressure me in to something.

  Shit, my worst nightmare just appeared next to me. A nerdy college student with freckles and a definite bad taste in Hawaiian shirts.

  "Well hey there sexy, lemme buy you a cocktail," he said slurring his words and leaning on me.

  Shit. Just because I wasn't the tall, thin, barbie type. Ugh, he and other guys like him would always try and hit on me. Maybe they thought that because I was slightly larger they would have a chance with me. I wasn't desperate and I liked my bustier figure.