Chapter 51

Rosalie's POV

"Cameron, please slow down! You're hurting me!" I screamed again, but he had already lost control.

I understood that it was the aphrodisiac bullet that had affected him, making it impossible for him to rein himself in. I knew Cameron would never intentionally hurt me; he was just struggling to regain control. Deep down, I believed he was looking for a way to stop, but he simply couldn't.

I had promised myself that I wouldn't scream or ask him to stop, even if it hurt, but the pain had become unbearable. I couldn't hold back my cries any longer, especially as blood rushed down from my vagina, marking the end of my virginity and purity.

While a part of me felt a strange happiness that my virginity was finally lost to Cameron, that fleeting joy was quickly overshadowed by another wave of pain as his hard thrusts continued for the fourth time.

"Cameron!" I screamed again, and that's when he suddenly pulled out of me, both of us breathing heavily as I turned to face him, my legs shaking beneath me.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't keep my promise. I tried to stop myself, but I just couldn't. I'm..." Cameron said, his expression and tone filled with sadness, tinged with anger at himself. I interrupted him with a soft chuckle.

Even though I was still feeling pain in my vagina, I couldn't let Cameron blame himself. I knew he would never hurt me intentionally, and I didn't care if my first time turned out this way.

"Why are you chuckling? I hurt you! I'm a monster for hurting my own kitten. I wanted your first time to be romantic, but-" I interrupted him again.

"Stop blaming yourself! It doesn't hurt that much, and I'm happy that I finally gave my first to you," I said with a smile, and that's when Cameron exhaled softly.

"It might hurt you a lot," he mumbled as he walked closer to me.

"Stop it! I said it didn't hurt that much," I replied, hoping to ease his guilt. I wanted him to be happy that we had finally had sex, even if it hadn't gone exactly as we had hoped. I knew he would make it special for me next time, and the thought made me smile.

"You're really smiling? I thought you'd be hurt and angry with me, and that thought is driving me nuts," Cameron said, relief washing over his face. I gasped as he suddenly lifted me off the floor.

"I know it will be difficult for you to walk, so I'll carry you wherever you need to go until the pain in your legs subsides. I'll even help you take a bath," Cameron said. I gasped in shock as he began to carry me into the bathroom.

"But it doesn't have to come to that! I can walk by myself; my middle isn't that painful," I said, trying to convince Cameron. It would be so embarrassing to have him carry me around the house, especially with that Maverick guy inside.

Little did I know that Cameron couldn't be swayed; he would do whatever he wanted. As soon as I finished speaking, he scoffed.

"I'm not convinced. I know you're feeling a lot of pain between your legs; you just don't want to show it. And I also feel like carrying my kitten around the house. Is that too much to ask?" Cameron said with a soft smile. I couldn't help but smile back, unaware of the effect his calling me "kitten" had on me. Still, I needed to ask him some questions.

"Are you okay now? Is nothing going to happen to you again?" I asked, and Cameron turned to me.

"Don't worry about me. You can see my expression has changed from earlier. Even though I'm a little sad now, I'm still the happiest man alive," Cameron said with a broad smile.

"What's making you happy?" I asked. I was glad he was happy, but I still wanted to know.

"Because I'm the man who took your virginity, and I will always cherish you and treat you right. I promise to help you forget the pain of that first time and replace it with something sweet and memorable," Cameron said, a smile spreading across his face. I couldn't help but blush.

He's the best, and I can't help but feel my heart racing as if he's the only man in the world. Right now, Cameron is all I can see, and I'm torn about whether to accept that what I'm feeling for him is love. My heart is pounding as if it might explode at any moment.

I kept smiling at Cameron as he entered the bathroom and gently set me down in the bathtub, ready to start my bath. I couldn't help but chuckle, watching him care for me like a mother with her daughter.

•••

After an hour, Cameron finished bathing me and even dressed me after taking his own bath. I found myself laughing the entire time; it was amusing and heartwarming, and at the same time, I loved it.

He continued to carry me as he made his way downstairs.

"Cameron, are you sure you're not tired? You can put me down; I promise I can walk," I said, feeling a bit uncomfortable. I was also shy about Maverick being in the house, knowing he might see Cameron carrying me around like a puppy, and to think Maverick seemed like the type who would tease someone for that.

"I'm not complaining, and I'll keep my promise. I'll carry you wherever you need to go today, no matter what," Cameron said, his serious expression leaving no room for argument. I knew he wouldn't put me down, and I would just have to deal with the embarrassment that came with it.

As I thought about Maverick, I suddenly realized I hadn't asked Cameron about him yet.

"What's that guy, Maverick, doing here? Do you know him, and is he really your friend?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. Cameron stopped in his tracks when he heard me mention Maverick, his expression a mix of surprise and shock.

"Maverick is here?" he asked, clearly taken aback. I nodded, wondering why he seemed so surprised.

"What happened?" I asked, confusion etched on my face. I wondered if he hadn't seen Maverick when he got home earlier. If Maverick was truly his friend, as he claimed, then why did Cameron look so shocked?

"That bastard! How does he know where I live? He wasn't supposed to be here!" Cameron sneered, picking up his pace as he continued down the stairs, still carrying me. He left my question unanswered, and I was left feeling even more bewildered.

When we reached the living room, Cameron still looked angry, and I couldn't help but feel worried as I gazed at his face while he gently sat me down on the couch.

I had a lot of questions, but the anger on his face made me hesitant to ask. Just then, Maverick walked into the living room with his bitch beside him, wearing a revealing bikini that left her boobs and ass exposed. I felt a surge of anger and worry, fearing that Cameron might be looking at her. But when I turned to glance at him...

To my surprise, he didn't even spare the lady a glance; his glare was fixed on Maverick, who wore a cheerful smile. A smile escaped my lips-Cameron was truly faithful, and I knew he would never betray me.

"Oh shit! Cameron, you're home already! I missed you so much!" Maverick exclaimed happily as he rushed to give Cameron a hug. But before he could get close, Cameron pulled out his gun and aimed it at Maverick, causing him to stop in his tracks immediately.