15. Sofia
15
SOFIA
A s Dom kisses me with a desperate passion, I feel my resolve start to crumble. My body responds to his touch as if no time has passed at all, as if we’re still those same love-struck teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
But I refuse to let myself fall into that trap again. I won’t let him break down my walls, won’t let him see how much he still affects me. This is just physical , I remind myself firmly, a way to satisfy the ache that still lingers between my thighs, the need that only he has ever been able to fulfill.
I kiss him back with a ferocity that matches his own, my nails raking down his back as I arch into him. I pour all my pent-up frustration and anger into the clash of our lips, the bite of my teeth against his skin.
I want to prove to him that I don’t need his love, that I can take my pleasure from him without giving him my heart in return. I want to show him that I’m not the same naive girl he once knew, that I’m stronger and harder and more resilient than he ever gave me credit for.
But even as I lose myself in the kiss, even as I let the fire consume me from the inside out… I can’t shake the feeling that this is more than just a battle of wills. More than just a way to scratch an itch or settle a score.
Because beneath the anger and the hurt, beneath the walls I’ve built around my heart… there’s still a part of me that yearns for his touch, a part of me that craves the way he makes me feel, the way he sets my soul on fire and makes me forget everything else.
It’s a dangerous thing, this desire that still burns between us, a double-edged sword that could cut us both to the core if we’re not careful.
But in this moment, with his hands on my skin and his breath hot against my neck… I can’t bring myself to care. I can’t think beyond the pleasure that’s building inside me, the release that I know only he can give me.
Our hands feverishly claw at one another. I tear off his suit jacket and fumble with his shirt buttons. Dom yanks my dress off me, letting it pool onto the bed before he kicks it onto the floor.
I pout. “That was a Gucci dress.”
“I’ll buy you ten of them,” Dom snarls before he drops to his knees, kissing my chest and stomach on his way down. He rips my panties in half, dropping them to the floor with one hand.
Fuck, that’s so hot. Seeing him so… animalistic makes me wet.
I cry out in excitement at his eagerness as he presses his hot face between my thighs. My thighs part involuntarily, and I yearn for more.
Dom looks up at me, his eyes dark. I buck my hips at him, a silent plea for more. I close my eyes and arch my back as I feel his tongue at my entrance. Fuck, this is irresistible.
I moan and press my head back against the pillows. Pulses of pleasure vibrate throughout my body as his tongue flicks furiously at my clit.
“Mmm, more,” I moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair, guiding his head. Dom runs a hand up my thigh, and it’s like electric currents jolting through my body.
He inserts his fingers in my wetness and moves them back and forth. He knows my body. There’s a familiarity that feels right, and he knows just where to push.
I cry out as delicious ecstasy consumes me. I can hardly think properly. All I can feel is how wonderful his fingers are inside me. It’s not fair.
Dom roughly grabs my hips and removes his mouth from my pussy. I nearly whimper at the loss of pleasure, but Dom turns me over so my ass is pushed against his throbbing erection.
I moan again and wiggle my ass against him, yearning for some friction. Dom’s fingers squeeze into my hips almost painfully as he thrusts vigorously inside me. I cry out in pleasure.
Dom keeps one hand on my waist as he grabs my hair and yanks. My back arches, and my eyes smart a bit from the pain, but I don’t tell him to stop. Telling him to stop means I’m losing, and a Marino never loses.
Besides, it kind of feels amazing.
We moan together, feeling our bodies become one. My hands scrabble to grip the bedding as I meet his every thrust. I’m on the brink of climax, the pleasure consuming me.
His pelvis slams against my backside as his cock pulses inside me, then sweet release.
My cry mingles with his as his thrusts begin to slow. We both collapse over the bed, our breaths heavy.
I feel a sense of triumph wash over me as our chests heave, our skin slick with sweat. I’ve proven my point. I’ve shown him that I can take what I want from him without giving anything in return.
But even as I bask in the afterglow of my victory, even as I tell myself that this changes nothing between us… I can’t shake the feeling that I’m only fooling myself, that no matter how hard I try to deny it, no matter how fiercely I cling to my anger and my pride…
There will always be a part of me that belongs to him, a part of me that will never be able to let him go, no matter how much I may want to.
It’s a bitter pill to swallow, a harsh truth that I’ve been running from for far too long. But as I lie there in the tangled sheets, with his scent still clinging to my skin and his taste still lingering on my tongue…
I know that I can’t keep running forever, that eventually, I’ll have to face the demons of my past and the desires of my heart.
And when that day comes, when I’m forced to confront the love that still burns between us…
I can only pray that I’ll have the strength to walk away, to save myself from the heartbreak that I know will come, the pain that I’ve already endured once before.
Because loving Dominico Sicura is a dangerous game, a gamble that I’m not sure I’m willing to take again.
Not when the stakes are so high and the price of losing is more than I can bear.
* * *
As the first light of dawn starts to filter through the curtains, I find myself drifting off to sleep despite my best efforts to stay awake. My body is exhausted, every muscle aching with the sweet soreness that comes from hours of sex.
Beside me, Dom is already asleep, his arm draped possessively over my waist and his face relaxed in a way that makes him look younger, more vulnerable. I can’t help but stare at him for a long moment, my heart clenching with a mixture of tenderness and regret.
In sleep, he looks so much like the boy I once knew. The boy who stole my heart with his crooked smile and his reckless spirit. The boy who promised me forever before he cruelly pushed me away.
I want to hate him for what he did to me. I want to hold onto the anger and the bitterness that have sustained me for so long, the armor that has kept my heart safe from further pain.
But looking at him now, with the soft light of morning casting shadows across his face… I can’t help but feel a flicker of something else. Something warm and tender and achingly familiar, something that feels dangerously close to love.
I push the thought away, burying it deep down where it can’t hurt me. I can’t afford to let myself feel that way again, can’t risk the devastation that I know will come if I allow myself to hope for a future that can never be.
This is just physical , I remind myself firmly, a way to satisfy the needs of our bodies, to fulfill the duties of our marriage. It doesn’t mean anything beyond that, no matter how much my traitorous heart may wish otherwise.
With a sigh, I close my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep, my body curling instinctively into the warmth of Dom’s embrace. Tomorrow, I’ll put my walls back up. Tomorrow, I’ll be the perfect Sicura wife, cold and untouchable and unbreakable.
But for now, in the quiet stillness of this moment… I let myself pretend. I let myself imagine a world where we could be together, where the past could be forgiven and the future could be ours to shape.
It’s a beautiful dream, a fleeting fantasy that I know can never come true. But as I surrender to the pull of sleep, as I let myself be carried away on the currents of my own imagination…
I can’t help but wish that it could be real. That somehow, against all odds and all reason, we could find a way to make this work. To build a life together, a love that could weather any storm and overcome any obstacle.
But I know better than to hope for the impossible. I know that the only way to survive this marriage, to keep my heart intact and my soul unbroken, is to keep my distance.
Because loving Dom is a risk that I can’t afford to take. A gamble that I know I’ll always lose, no matter how much I may long for a different outcome.
And so I let myself have this moment, this one stolen glimpse of the happiness that could have been. And then I lock it away, deep down in the secret corners of my heart.
Never to be spoken of again, never to be acknowledged in the harsh light of day.
A bittersweet memory, a haunting reminder of the love that I once knew.
And the future that I know I can never have.