9. Sonya
9
SONYA
I shut the door to a small room and tried to catch my breath. The mad rush from the restaurant next door to this club was nothing but a dizzying blur of panic. But I was alone here. Wheezing and gasping to catch my breath, I waited for my heart to slow. Ever since I realized I had to be pregnant, it was too easy to be winded and lose my breath. After a chase like that?—
Behind me, the door opened again. It hadn’t been shut for more than a few seconds before someone entered.
Shit!
I backed up, cornered, and confused about who was coming in. The tall man who entered wasn’t wearing the black suit the security personnel sported next door. He wasn’t someone pursuing me for trying to tell that Petrov girl to stay away from my sister. So many things didn’t add up. I only knew I needed to hide and wait, to strategize my return and not be impulsive when things remained unknown to me.
But this guy…
He turned after closing the door behind himself.
This guest had to be someone here for the purpose of being entertained by the dancers.
But it was him . Ben. My one-night stand who’d shown me so much pleasure.
My baby daddy.
I narrowed my eyes, still breathing so hard. I couldn’t dare to believe it. I had to be imagining things, projecting my memory of him onto others.
Is it him?
His eyes were the same. I hadn’t forgotten those deep, dark pools that had shone with raw desire that night. They’d sparkled with mischief and daring too.
But it also wasn’t him. His hair wasn’t the same. He had glasses on. The facial hair was different.
Is he wearing a disguise?
Or is this someone else?
I opened and closed my mouth, at a loss for what to say. So stunned to see him again, here like this, when I was in the middle of trying to reclaim some privacy, I couldn’t speak.
“Um…” He lowered his gaze only to drag it back up me slowly, desire lighting up his slow smile. He wasn’t acting like he recognized me, and it made me doubt he was who I thought he could be. Maybe it was just some other guy who looked like him. “Excuse me, but are you a dancer here?”
What? How could he think that? I was dressed down in borrowed jeans and a sweater, clearly not appearing ready to show off my body. I was waiting for him to say something like hey, I remember you. We fucked that one time upstate, right?
“No,” I shot back. I wasn’t a damn stripper. I was a Mafia princess. And if he could task himself with thinking back to three months ago, I was also the stranger who’d given him her V-card.
“Huh.” He stepped forward, still eyeing me like I was his dessert without an iota of recognition.
He’s got no clue who I am. The thought blew my mind.
“I was told I could find a little extra… fun in this room with one of the girls who worked here.”
What? How? Huh?
I’d rushed in here to hide, not looking where I was going. It’d be just my damn luck that I’d sneak into a room meant for whores to get customers needing a “little extra fun”.
“Is that correct?” he asked, taunting me with his lowered voice, so husky and seductive like I remembered.
I started to shake my head, confused, bewildered, but unafraid. As he walked further into the room, trapping me inside, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that he was wrong. That he was mistaken to come into this specific room where I happened to be hiding and try to get a little something from me.
But now that I was near him, close enough to smell his musky, spicy scent and feel the warmth radiating off his hard, hot body, I wanted it too.
Stop. I couldn’t seriously be thinking about this. This is insane. Not now. Not here. I couldn’t begin to understand how our paths were crossing like this, that we were destined to see each other again at all. That night, after I’d slept with him and the Ilyin guards found me again, I dismissed “Ben” as a stranger I’d never encounter again.
But I had. We’d somehow ended up in the same place at the right time.
He doesn’t remember me.
Either he’d forgotten me or he was faking it. I couldn’t figure out why he was acting like he was a stranger, but it was similar to how we’d come together the last time.
Strangers. Just two people wanting intimacy.
And in the midst of all this danger and confusion swirling in my life since I dared to break away from captivity, I needed it.
Ben grounded me. In the simplest manner, this man was something I knew. I was familiar with him. I recalled how he’d felt and the ease with which he’d mastered my body to make me come.
“Sorry. I must be mistaken,” he said, shaking his head.
“No.” I reached out for him, so torn with what else I could say.
He was mistaken. It was an error to assume I was a stripper or a whore here. He was also incorrect to not recognize me, or to act like he didn’t.
But he was right when he thought he could find a little extra fun in this room with me.
Pushed by a crazy need to have him again, I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer. Keeping my gaze locked on his, I closed the distance between us until he had me in his arms.
This was wildly stupid. I was acting impulsively again with this stranger. Now wasn’t the time to kiss him, but I did. This wasn’t the place to bring my body flush against his hard chest, but I did.
Gripped with a desperation to feel him again, all of him, I gave up trying to make sense of this moment and took what I wanted, what my body needed.
Maybe it was pregnancy hormones making me uncontrollably horny for any man. Perhaps this was a form of delusion that could strike after the trauma of being held captive, killing a man, and staying on the run.
I didn’t know. I didn’t want to explain this deep need to feel Ben.
He represented strength and security. He was a representative of comfort and care. In that one night I’d shared with this stranger, I felt so alive and treasured. Valued and protected.
And wishing I could have those things again, I ignored my mind telling me that this was stupid. I dismissed the warnings that I could be making a mistake.
Lines were crossed. A huge misunderstanding had to be at play between us, but it didn’t matter. All that could matter was keeping my lips pressed against his, so hard and firm and demanding that I part mine. All I cared about was holding on to him and never letting go.
Every kiss he gave me heated up the desire coursing through me so quickly that I was dizzy under the spell of instant lust. Each grab of his hands on my sides taunted me to race that much faster toward wanting to rip his clothes off.
He growled and grunted, so noisy and feral, just like before. Ben—or whoever he was—didn’t merely peck at me with his lips and hug me within his muscled arms.
No, he moved with every inch of his hard frame. Pinning me to the wall, grinding his erection up against me, and slanting his head to the side to further force me into submission under his dangerously addicting kisses.
Oh, yeah.
In his arms, under his lips, I was free again.
Please.
Don’t ever stop.
Making out with my baby daddy obliterated all thoughts from my mind. Kissing him back erased all the stress and confusion that plagued me since I’d broken out from that house.
It couldn’t be wise to cave to instant desire like this. I wasn’t thinking straight—or at all—but I couldn’t help it.
I’d missed him.
I’d yearned for him. And as I tugged at his shirt with the least chance of breaking this kiss, I wanted to act on it while I could.
There was no telling if or when I’d ever get to see this man again. I doubted I would. So while I could enjoy the drugging intimacy and rabid lust that he offered me to experience, I would.
“You want?—”
I kissed him harder, cutting off his questions. It was obvious what I wanted. I wanted him. Unlike the last time I’d been with him so spontaneously, I wouldn’t be the meek virgin.
I recalled the thickness of his cock, in my mouth and deep in my pussy. After I unzipped him and reached into his pants, I wrapped my fingers around that generous girth again.
I remembered the rough friction of his callused hands on my breasts and nipples. Once I yanked at my shirt and encouraged him to get it off me, I moaned at the greedy grip of his hands groping me there again.
My panties were damp, sticky with cream as he aroused me faster and faster. In the back of my mind, I worried whether this could be good for the baby. Our baby. The one I had no desire to tell him about when he was going to act like we were strangers. He hadn’t noticed my small baby bump and I wasn’t about to point it out now.
Too many things remained complicated between us.
But as we shed our clothes, moaning and grabbing for each other in a hurry to fuck, none of it could matter anyway. Reuniting like this , as one, was more important. I needed this man in deep, primal ways I couldn’t begin to understand.
Naked and shivering under his heated stare, I waited for him to move me toward the chair, the only piece of furniture in the room. He didn’t, though. Instead, as he stood there within my reach, his dick jutting out and pointing at me, he raked his hot gaze over me like he wanted to commit me to memory.
He’d done that before, too. That one night, he’d watched me like he never wanted to forget me.
But he had. Or he was pretending to.
“Please,” I begged, anxious to stop thinking, stop worrying and just fuck.
After letting out a deep growl of need, he smiled and advanced toward me. He didn’t lift me up. Swiftly gripping my arm and spinning me, he urged me to face away from him.
“Please what?” he teased. Kissing my cheek, he leaned over me as he guided my hands to rest on the top of the lone chair. This position had me bending over in front of him, which seemed to be his intention all along.
With my ass in the air, his hard thighs braced behind mine, I was all his for the taking.
“Please. Fuck me.”
Fuck me, Ben.
If he was going to act like he didn’t know me, I’d do the same. All that mattered was the relief he’d grant me with a hard fuck like before.
“Like this?” he asked, lining up his cockhead at my entrance. Slick and slippery from my arousal, I welcomed the bulbous tip in.
I groaned, giddy and hungry to feel the full stretch of him sliding in and rubbing along my inner walls. I wanted to feel stuffed with his hard shaft. I needed that breath-stealing awe of pressure.
“Yeah,” I replied breathily, ready to whine if he wanted me to. “Please.”
Setting his hands on my hips, he held me in place to thrust every inch of his thick cock deep inside me. He growled filthy sounds of need as he seated himself, and the naughty noises of pure satisfaction made this all the more hotter.
“Oh, God…” I moaned, uncaring whether anyone heard. Whether anyone found me.
My baby daddy had. This rugged man who wasn’t just a one -night stand had stumbled upon me again.
As he pulled back and then rammed back in, driving his dick all the way in, I closed my eyes and let all the sensations overwhelm me.