Chapter 12 - Sofia
SOFIA
Apulsing throb between my legs woke me up. Shifting out of the dream of Andre going down on me and slipping into the reality that I was alone in my small bed, I bit my lip.
No.
No.
Please, no.
No. Just a couple more minutes!
Cringing without opening my eyes, I tried to grasp the flimsy edges of the dream as it whispered away from my mind’s eye.
Almost every night, he tormented me in bed.
The second I fell asleep, he was the one I saw.
The ghost of his touch on my skin. The hint of his mouth on my lips.
The sound of his gritty, gruff growls as he teased me with promises of all the wicked things he wanted to do to me and the taunts of what he wouldn’t do if I didn’t behave and submit to him. To us.
I heaved out a deep sigh of frustration as I opened my eyes. Going back to that dream was impossible. I was awake. I was with it. But the cruel loss of another erotic dream about my uncle’s rival, about the rugged Mafia man I was supposed to spy on, was too much to bear.
Still, I wouldn’t cave. I couldn’t.
The second that I surrendered and told Andre that I couldn’t keep up this game of denying our mutual attraction, I would be giving up on Esmeralda. I couldn’t choose him and still appease my uncle. I’d be in too deep—if I wasn’t already.
Torn between two worlds, caught between two concerns, I felt pulled apart in half.
Shame coasted over me as I shifted and fidgeted on the bed, trying to get comfortable again. I felt too warm. Too on edge and antsy and wide awake after that dream of him crawling over my body, going down so he could bring his mouth to the inner part of my thigh as he parted my legs open wide.
Oh, God.
The fragments of the naughty image hadn’t disappeared yet.
I swore I could still feel the phantom touches of his lips and callused fingers.
Lowering my hand, I felt the evidence of how wet I was.
I heaved out another sigh.
It just wasn’t fair. That he could get under my skin. That I could entertain the mere chance of having him to myself just once.
No. You can’t. Stay strong and don’t slip.
My premature thoughts of this being an in-and-out job for my uncle seemed like a pathetic joke now.
I had been here for almost a month now. Everything I sent my uncle was useless, and his annoyance with my sub-stellar performance as a spy was evident in all the nasty texts he sent me.
His lousy mood was probably more to do with the loss of all the men at the warehouse.
After I picked up on what he said and what Andre and Oleg said here, I realized that the night Andre showed up with those injuries had to have been the one where he and Oleg had been ambushed and fired back.
My uncle could moan and groan about losing more of the Giovanni force, but hey, that was karma.
If he wanted to be so stupid as to fight dirty against others, then that was nothing more than an epic case of fuck around and find out.
If my uncle could ever try to get ahead on his own, not by targeting what others had, maybe he wouldn’t always be in this position.
I shook my head, dismissing any thought of Uncle Roberto.
I’d much prefer to dream or fantasize about Andre again because that at least made me feel good.
Nothing would feel good about submitting to him. Not in the long run. I knew that. Because I was a Giovanni, nothing permanent could ever stick between us.
Yet, with every day that passed, the temptation of that sexy man grew stronger.
Each time he looked at me as if I were a woman he lusted and coveted, not a pawn to use, warmed my heart.
Every moment in his presence when he’d snap and tug me aside for a stolen kiss taunted me to be a traitor to my uncle and accept Andre’s affection.
You can’t.
Defying my uncle wouldn’t ruin me. I despised the man who’d taken over my life since my parents died.
But not doing as he said would result in Esmeralda dying even sooner, and in pain.
I closed my eyes and fought the horrible thoughts back.
I didn’t want my uncle on my mind. I didn’t want to dwell on how I’d inevitably lose my cousin.
Going back to what I recalled of my naughty dream, I reached over to the nightstand and got my vibrator out.
I hadn’t consciously packed it in my bag when I took this job.
It’d just been in a zipped-up compartment.
But with my determination to resist Andre, it sure had come in handy to take the edge of this lust off.
Thinking back to Andre in my dream, I envisioned him kissing a path down my stomach. I stroked my vibe over my flesh.
I imagined him pressing his fingers to my pussy and opening me up. At the same time, I spread my folds with my fingers.
In my mind, he hovered over me and lined up his big dick to me. And in this small bedroom, I poised the tip of the vibrator to my slippery entrance.
“Please. I need it,” I whispered aloud, frowning as I squeezed my eyes closed.
Pushing the vibe in, I fantasized that it was him filling me and stretching me. That it was my boss, my enemy, who was sliding his hard length in and out of my cunt.
“Oh, Andre. Yes. Yes.” Carried away with the naughty pictures in my mind, I tried to let fantasy merge with reality. That I wasn’t pleasuring myself off, but being fucked by him.
“Oh. Oh, my God.”
I couldn’t stay quiet. As my juices and arousal made sluicing noises against the withdrawals and thrusts of my vibrator, I fell deeper into the illusion it was Andre pushing me close to coming.
The merging halves of my wicked touch canceled out all thoughts.
Worries ceased to matter. Only the physical pleasure and burning tension to welcome an orgasm could.
The mental conviction that it was Andre pounding into me.
Before I could stand it any longer, whimpering and moaning, I crashed. A sudden dive off the edge had me crying out. Relief swarmed in. Waves of pleasure tingled me inside out. From my womb to my hard nipples, zinging bolts of elation took over.
“Oh…” I lowered my arm, letting the wet vibrator fall to the mattress. My arousal smeared on my thigh, but even that couldn’t rouse me out of the sleepiness that stole over me as I sighed and relished the pleasure of coming so hard.
To him.
Before I could give in to the lure of sleep, too blissed out to stay awake for long, a fleeting little dread pricked my mind.
What was that?
The sound of someone walking down the hallway outside my door had me opening my eyes again.
Shadows cast out in the small crack where the door met the floor.
Oh, shit.
Someone was standing out there. Someone heard me.
Shame returned at once, and I bit my lip.
Oh, shit…
Renee wouldn’t be up now.
The guards always patrolled throughout the building.
But I knew.
I just knew it was Andre.
It had to be.
He stood out there, pausing and clearly listening in. The paper-thin walls couldn’t have hidden much. Why he was out there hardly mattered. I just knew that he was. That he’d heard me.
Oh, my God.
I covered my face with my hand and swallowed a groan. I wasn’t mortified. I was…nervous.
He knew I was masturbating to him now. It would just complicate this resistance to him.
I closed my eyes and frowned, once more unsure about how I could survive playing such a tumultuous and naughty game of denying something hot and torrid with such a dangerous and tempting man as Andre Orlov.
My boss. My enemy.
The only one I want.