Dirty Little Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  Giving Cyprian a look, I say, “Go get the stuff while I tell them what happened to me and please hurry back to me. I miss you already.”

  With a kiss to my cheek, he’s gone in a flash and I just know he’s up to something and he doesn’t want me to know a thing about it. One of the officers asks me, “How are you dealing with the news, miss?”

  Cocking my head to the side, I ask, “Which part?”

  The other officer looks sad as he says, “You know, your sister and her kids being held by her husband and his brothers?”

  “Oh that news,” I say like I knew all about that. But I had no idea. And now I know what Cyprian is going to do.

  Play hero again...

  CYPRIAN

  About fifteen women meet us at a lobby near to where the situation is occurring. The airport is trying to keep it under control by moving people around the area that’s been contained.

  I have two of the women going to take the attention of the two cops guarding the area we need to break into. We all act as if we’re a group of travelers and kind of a bumbling bunch.

  We men have donned crappy leisure suits, fake mustaches, and old hats to disguise us all. Thanks to Ashton’s extensive collection of seventies-wear, it was easy to make the changes.

  Ashton, his cousins and I lean on various poles, waiting to see if the girls can get the cops to leave their posts. The situation is a calm one. There’s no brandishing of weapons. No type of communication is going on at all between the cops and the people inside that restroom.

  The cops have no choice but wait it out, I guess. But we don’t!

  I notice the complacency the officers have. Most are looking anywhere but at the opening of the bathroom. There’s no door, all we have to do is slip in.

  I see the officers walking away with the women decoys and gesture for us to get on the move. Being quiet but I have the women talking amongst themselves, seeming distracted. While the other men and I trail along the outer area of them. Just as we get to the bathroom, one of the officers looks up. “Hey, you’re not supposed to be in this area!”

  “Let’s go,” I whisper and just like I told them to, the women bunch up, so we’re not seen.

  We get into the restroom to find everyone just sitting on the floor. The element of surprise is on our side and I yank up one of the men and wrap a zip tie around his wrists before he knows what’s happened.

  Ashton takes another and has to deliver a swift blow to the chin that sends the smaller man to the ground where one of his cousins makes short work of tying his hands behind his back.

  Peter is eyeing me as he gets in front of Catarina and her children. His one free brother joins him and I look into Catarina’s teal blue eyes and smile. “You ready to be free of this bastard?”

  She nods and when he looks back to see her, I slam my fist into his stomach as the others grab the one brother left and bond his hands. I step back and open my arms as Peter regains his composure and glares at me. “You have ruined my life.”

  “You did that to yourself,” I tell him. “Did you tell your wife how you tied up her sister and left her to burn to death in your home?”

  Catarina goes pale “Is she alright?”

  Peter spins around to look at her. “Do not ever speak to this man.”

  He pulls his hand back to slap her and before I can do a thing, Catarina has slapped the shit out of the man. He falls back with the hard hit and then she’s on top of him, beating the hell out of him. “You fucking bastard! I’ll kill you!”

  I look past them and see their children hiding their eyes. Then I walk over and lift Catarina off her husband. “There you go guys, tie his hands and let’s take them to the cops.”

  Catarina’s cries have me holding her. “Hush now. Your children are watching.”

  She pulls it together, stifling her sobs. “Later, though, I will wail like a banshee.”

  “That’s cool,” I say and let her go, so I can pick up Sax and hand him to her then I take Sadie and carry her out.

  As we leave the restroom, the look of shock that fills the police officers’ faces is comical. “How did you get in there?” one of them asks us.

  Ashton fields that question. “We had to use the restroom and found these men holding this woman and kids in there. Why do you ask?”

  “Because we’ve been on top of the situation, that’s why,” the officer says as he looks us all over.

  Ashton shrugs his shoulders. “Don’t know what to tell you. Here you go, though.” He gently nudges the man he’s holding toward the speechless cop and we all do the same.

  “If you’ll excuse us, we have a plane to catch,” Ashton says.

  “I’ll catch up with you. No names, okay?” I ask her to make sure she gets what we’re doing.

  With a nod from her, we leave. Making a hasty retreat before one of the officers starts thinking and realizes we should be kept for questioning.

  Once we’re back in my car, I call my father to get the girls out of the airport and back to where ever it is they came from. After a quick drop off of his cousins at their cars, I change back into my original clothes in the back of the car and find we’re back at the hospital, thanks again to Ashton and his knowledge of shortcuts.

  With a bag his wife made up with toiletries and a set of PJ’s for Cami, I get out and go inside to find Cami is finished with her statement to the police and I meet them on their way out. “Done already?” I ask them as I step back, so they can get out of her room.

  “Yes, it’s pretty cut and dry. Take good care of her. She’s a real sweetie,” one of them says.

  “I will,” I say and sweep into the room to find her frowning at me. I hold my finger to my lips to let her know to remain quiet. After a moment, I look back out the door to make sure the cops have left.

  “I know about Catarina and the kids,” she says as she looks so deep into my eyes, I think she can see my soul.

  “No need to worry, baby. That’s handled.” I take a seat on the edge of her bed and push her hair back. “I’m going to take care of everything.”

  “Cyprian,” she says but I stop her with a kiss.

  When I end it, I look at her. “I love you. I love you so much, I’d do anything for you. I know I’ve done things that started this chain of events. The main thing is you all are safe. Catarina will never have to worry about that man or losing her kids again. And I hope she’s learned something about life from this. I’m going to get her the best lawyers, so she can get a divorce and gain custody of the kids. Peter will be rotting away in prison. I’ll make sure of that too.”

  “You seem so sure of everything, Cyprian,” she says, sounding skeptical.

  “I hear doubt in your voice, Camilla Petit.” I kiss her cheek and get up to open the curtains and let the sunlight stream into her hospital room. “Never doubt me or my commitment to you.”

  “Well, you did come into a burning house for me,” she says as she looks at me. “So, tell me how my sister’s ordeal ended.”

  Clicking on the television, I let her hear it from the news reporter. “It’s on every local station.”

  She listens as the reporter says, “It seems the men never had knives, Steve. The officer in charge told us a group of women roamed in between them and the restroom where the men were holding the hostages. There must’ve been some men with the large group and they slipped into the restrooms to relieve themselves. That’s when they found the situation and hastily took care of the men, even using zip-ties to bind their hands. Once they handed over the men to police, the heroes, simply disappeared.”

  “How?” she asks me. “How did you manage that?”

  “Me?” I ask with a high voice. “What makes you think I had anything to do with that?”

  “You will tell me every last detail, Cyprian Girard. But after we get home.” She holds out her hand and I take it then she pulls me close and kisses me with a soft sweet kiss. “You are going to make a wonderful husband and father if you can manage to not hel
p create such situations in the first place.”

  “I’ll take that. So, when do you think you’ll see fit to marry me?” I ask her as I sit on the edge of her bed.

  “I’m going to be laid up for a while.” She frowns, making me feel sorry for her.

  “I’ll see what I can do for you, baby. A home wedding, perhaps? In our bedroom?”

  “Guess what, Romeo,” she says. “Now, I’m off limits for six weeks while my ribs heal.

  “And I will be every bit as good to you as you were to me when I was laid up and out of sexual commission. It’s what couples do for one another.

  As I look at her and think about how close we came to not having this conversation, I have to lay my head on hers and thank the lord above for her.

  How will I ever repay him…?

  Chapter 9

  CAMILLA

  “I like blue,” I tell Catarina as she sits on the side of my bed, looking through a wedding planning magazine.

  “But pale peach is so in.” She flips the page and squeals. “No, wait! Look at this.” She shows me a deep red wedding gown. “Crimson!”

  “No, I’m not about to let you get a dress that looks as if I’m marrying Satan! Let me see the damn magazine. You can make your own wedding plans with the handsome detective you met while you were dealing with the hoopla of Peter.”

  “Do you think he and I will really get that far? He’s so handsome and protective and I think I love him already,” she gushes. “He came into that little room and I found his soft green eyes looking at me with such compassion, my heart melted. Then he took Sax and held him and made him feel better. He was such a take charge kind of man. And I love that. We’ve been inseparable since that day, three weeks ago.”

  “I know. And I know you’re probably going to leave us soon and move in with him. I see the writing on the wall,” I say as she smiles.

  “If he asks, I sure will. That lawyer, Cyprian got me, is making miracles happen with the divorce and custody hearings. I’ll be a free woman in no time.”

  “Then the detective will take you back into marital custody, I expect.”

  She gets up and dances around the bedroom. “Oh, I hope so.”

  Cyprian comes in with Sax in his arms. “Someone has poopie pants, Mommy.”

  “Of course he does,” Catarina says as she takes her son and leaves us alone in our bedroom.

  “Thanks again for all you’ve done, Cyprian,” I tell him, the way I do three or four times each day. “She’s never looked happier. Even though I do believe she needs to take a breather in the relationship department.”

  “Not everyone needs the same things in life. Some wait forever between relationships and some hop right back onto that horse. Your sister seems to like the presence of a dominating man in her life. And I like the new one. He’s not a bad guy at all.”

  “I’m glad to hear you recommend him,” I say as I laugh then stop as it still hurts my healing ribs to laugh.

  “Have you done any of your classwork online today, baby?” he asks me as he picks up my laptop that’s sat at my desk all day without me turning it on.

  “I have not. Do you care to help a poor lass?” I say as he comes to sit on the bed next to me and props the laptop on a pillow.

  “I will help my lady educate herself, so she can become a mind-blowingly smart scientist.” He opens it and starts it up as I gaze at him.

  “What would I ever do without you?”

  “You will never find that out. I will always be here for you. Now which class would you like to tackle first?”

  I point at the class on the desk top and it comes up as I touch the screen. “You know what color wedding dress Catarina said I should get?”

  “No,” he says as he taps the screen to open my next assignment. “Was it awful or what?”

  “It was crimson. A deep red. Like one would wear to marry the devil,” I say as I point at the magazine on the bed.

  He picks it up and thumbs through it. “I still can’t believe you are so against a white wedding dress.”

  “I want to stand out. Everyone wears white. I want to be different. You only get married once, right? I don’t want our wedding pictures to look just like all the others.”

  Watching him look through the magazine, I find him stopping on a page and looking back and forth at me and the page. “I think you’d look amazing in this one.”

  When he turns it around for me to see, I see the pale blue dress I had liked and my sister had nixed. “Great minds think alike. I had liked that one too. Catarina didn’t like it.”

  “Well, this isn’t for her to like or dislike. This is for you, my sweet lady. That day is about you,” he says then runs his hand over my cheek.

  “And you,” I say as I push his light brown hair back. “Us.”

  “Us,” he echoes. “I still can’t believe so many years passed me by, leaving me thinking I wanted to live alone, living a decadent life with no worries, ties, or real people in it.”

  “Then you decided to stop in at a little store and bother the cashier.”

  “Bother?” he asks. “I wouldn’t say that word.”

  “I would,” I say then kiss his cheek. “Come on, let’s get this work done then you can give your lady a sponge bath. We can discuss the honeymoon plans.”

  “Bora Bora?” he asks as he’s pushing for that as a honeymoon destination.

  “France,” I say as I’m pushing that destination. “And here’s the kicker, Cyprian. “I’m thinking about a destination wedding. My family would love to visit the place where my grandparents and father came from. Your father’s roots are there too. Perhaps he could delve into them a bit.”

  “You’d like nothing more than to teach my parents how to be a part of a family, isn’t that right?” he asks.

  “So,” I say as I push a button on the screen and select my answer to the question.

  “So, you might be disappointed,” he says. “They’re set in their ways.”

  “As were you,” I say and give him a smile. “Give me time. You’ll see.”

  And he will too…

  The Altering Book 11

  Chapter 1

  CYPRIAN

  “Every man needs a bachelor party, Cyprian,” my father tells me as I ride with him to enjoy a nice meal out as a single man. My father has been pushing for a real bachelor party for weeks now. I’ve insisted I don’t want one.

  I’ve had enough partying to last a lifetime!

  “Papa, I know you think that’s a thing I should have but I’ve told you a hundred times, I don’t want one. Let’s just enjoy a nice meal together on the last night I’ll be a single man and let that be that.”

  I watch his foot begin to tap as we ride in the back of his limousine. His finger starts tapping his leg and I see sweat begin to bead on his forehead. His obvious nerves are making me nervous. I’m sure he’s got something up his sleeve.

  The car pulls to a stop at an old warehouse and I find my father looking more than a bit sheepish. “Here we are, son.”

  The driver gets out and opens my door. A blindfold is in his hand and I turn to find my father getting out too. “Papa, what’s going on?”

  “Just go with it, Cyprian,” he says as he chuckles. “It’s going to be fun. I promise.”

  Taking my phone out of my pocket, I attempt to call Cami but I find my father has it in his hand and tosses it back into the car then shuts the door. “Papa!”

  “Come now, Cyprian. The guests are waiting.” He takes me by the shoulders and turns me around then the driver places the blindfold over my eyes.

  “Papa, I don’t like this!”

  “Come now, Cyprian. Be a good sport, won’t you?” he asks as he leads me away from the car and into, what’s certain to be, a den of iniquity.

  The squeaking sound of a door opening has me feeling like I should rip off the blindfold and bolt away from my father. But I can’t seem to make myself do that. Even though I know I should!

  Cheers
ring out and music begins to play as we walk into a cool room. Air is forced out of vents and it makes a slight breeze run over my face as we go deeper into the room.

  We stop as my father directs me, “Here we have four women…”

  “No, Papa!”

  “Hush, Cyprian. It’s a game. That’s all,” he says. “Okay, here we have four women. You are to touch only their hands. I want you to pick the one who stirs something inside of you when you touch her.”

  “There’s only one who stirs anything inside of me. She’s out with her sister and mother for her bachelorette dinner. So, I will touch them all and you will see, I’m telling the truth when I say Camilla Petit is the only woman who does anything for me.”

  “Yes, yes,” he says, hurrying me along. “Come now. Here’s the first set of hands. Hold them, Cyprian. Tell us what you feel.”

  I take the hands which are extended to me and hold them in a loose grip. “Nothing stirs me. Sorry.”

  “Here, try the next set,” he says as he takes me and moves me over a step.

  I stop myself from gasping as I take the hands and feel their shape is recognizable. But nothing inside me lights up. Running my thumbs over the palms the woman whose hands I have in mine, I find them familiar. “These hands remind me of someone’s but they’re not hers.”

  “That someone being who, son?” my father asks with a slight chuckle to his deep voice.

  “Cami’s. But I know it’s not her. Not only is she not here, the touch of her hands always moves me. Those hands didn’t move me at all. No offense,” I say as I nod in the direction of the woman. “They’re lovely hands.”

  I hear a giggle and think I recognize it but the music is so loud it’s hard to say for sure. My father moves me over a step. “This young lady is next.”

  Stepping over, I find my hands are taken quickly and I know in an instant, these hands hold no attraction for me. “I don’t feel a thing. Next,” I say.

  “Last set, son,” Papa says.

  “I’m sorry ladies. Only one holds my heart in the palm of her hands and I can feel it there every time I hold her hands.”