Chapter 15 - Andre
ANDRE
Waking up with Sofia naked and flush against me was my new habit I couldn’t kick.
I didn’t want to.
Every dawn where I opened my eyes and remembered that she’d given in to the potent lust we couldn’t try to control, I let a smile spread over my face.
Lust. That was all this was. This wildly charging, electrifying, and outrageously thrilling dance of being deep inside her was nothing more than lust.
Primal. Filthy. Unstoppable.
Sooner or later, I’d need to remember that I had a job. That all my time couldn’t circle around her and when we could be naked and together again.
A week of her being in my bed seemed both too short and too long.
It seemed like it was just one night ago when I’d found her so stressed in the kitchen, when the sight of her tears cut at my soul.
Then on the other hand, it seemed like we fit so perfectly, so naturally, that we’d been together for eternity. One I never wanted to end.
It’s lust.
A dark, needy tether to her. That was all it was.
And I’d take every second of it that I could before I’d feel the obligation to be a workaholic for my father again.
Slinking lower on the bed to wake her up, I smiled and caressed her silky soft skin.
A lazy drag of my hands over her stomach, her hips, and then her thighs didn’t fully rouse her.
The covers never stayed tidy when we burned up the sheets, but as I crawled over her to settle between her legs, the blanket shifted back off me.
Shivering at the cooler air on her flesh, she stirred. I pressed my mouth to her pussy at the same time. She jerked with surprise at that.
“Morning,” she muttered sleepily.
I licked and nuzzled her, hearing the smile in her greeting.
She slid her fingers into my short hair, urging me to keep my face right there for this particular wake-up alarm.
If she wanted to sleep in, that was fine.
But I was insatiable for her, needing another taste before I could try to start my day.
Between my lips, she leaked her sweet juices. Under the pressure of my tongue lapping at her, she grew more impatient to see this gradual build to a climax come to an end.
Before I could get her off, though, I got carried away with seeing what else she’d be able to give me.
All week long, I’d used this new intimacy as a means to bend her to my will, to my world.
Her submission was the gift I’d dreamed of.
So far, nothing we’d done had spooked her.
Not any forays into kinks with toys. Not any experiments of playing with her ass.
Sofia was proving to be a responsive lover, loyal and willing to see how far we could explore this hot desire that linked us close together.
“What are you doing?” she asked, a slight whine in her tone as I moved from her legs to reach for the vibrator in the nightstand.
We were in my bed—where she’d been staying all week instead of going to her room—but when I admitted overhearing her masturbate one time, she blushed and admitted that she’d used her toy with me in mind.
She’d brought it here under my request, and I saw how pushing her to her limits prevented her from slipping back to that sadness I witnessed that one night in the kitchen when she submitted to me.
I didn’t reply, getting the long shaft and watching her face as I inserted it into her cunt. Lubing it up with her arousal, I had a front-row seat to the expressive play of emotions on her gorgeous face. The need. The impatience. The pleasure. The excitement.
“You’re fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” I crooned, carried away with how responsive she was to me since she’d stopped fighting this draw between us.
Her reply was a moan.
I pulled the slickly coated toy out of her and moved it back toward her ass, testing how much more she could take this morning.
Louder, sexy-as-fuck sounds left her lips as I teased her rear hole. Bringing my mouth back down to her pussy, I resumed eating up all that tangy nectar she dripped for me. Thrusting the vibrator into her ass in sync with the suctioning pulls on her clit as I kissed her did the trick.
“Andre!” She bucked up. She screamed. She fisted the sheets and cried out so loudly, it was wicked music to my ears.
Kissing my way back up her body, I lingered at her tits, suckling and nipping at the huge swells.
“More. Please, more.” She never had to beg, but when I reached down to remove the toy from her ass where it was partly in, she shook her head. “No. Leave it.”
I grinned, kissing her hard as I impaled her soaked pussy with my cock.
The pressure was insane, more intense, with her ass partially full, tighter and snugger.
I could barely hold on for enough strokes into her before she splintered apart for me in a second orgasm.
Her walls clamped down on me, clenching and squeezing, milking me dry as I followed her to bliss.
It didn’t matter—morning, afternoon, or night, she was always ready to play with me. To hold me. To see how much we could give each other in the most forbidden, sensual way two people could come together.
Balancing the increase of work demands and spending as much time as I could with her, I felt twisted into living two different existences.
I wanted to be with her, learning every inch of her, but I respected that my father needed me to step back into my responsibilities as his key negotiator and right-hand man.
“She’s not bored?” I asked my sister one evening when I was stuck out at a meeting with Oleg.
Leaving Sofia at home without anything to do felt wrong.
But an easy solution was found in her hanging out with my sister, talking about how they could potentially be classmates in a nursing program.
Their budding friendship was just one more facet to making sure Sofia would want to stay with me for as long as possible.
“Bored?” Anya laughed lightly. “No, we’re not bored.”
I sat back in my seat, smiling slightly as I looked out the window.
“What’s that smirk for?” Oleg asked.
“Hmm? Nothing in particular.”
He rolled his eyes. “Sofia?”
I grinned, not caring if he called me out on being pussy-whipped by her. I was, dammit. And it felt good. Freeing. Like Kismet. “She’s perfect.”
“You haven’t known her for long,” he pointed out.
“Maybe I don’t need to.”
“You’re that serious about her? Does your father know?”
I shot him a scowl. “My father doesn’t matter. I don’t need his permission to be with a woman like her.”
He shrugged. “I’m merely pointing out that she was an enigma when she showed up, out of the blue like that.”
“Sofia was hired from an agency to replace Susana when she retired. She didn’t show up out of the blue.”
Oleg didn’t comment, but I already understood he was being guarded with how deeply I was falling under the spell of obsessing over this newfound goodness in my life.
The rest of the drive continued in silence, but his attitude needled at me.
Any time any of us at the top found someone to hold on to, there was suspicion.
Doubt. Second-guessing and skepticism. My father, my cousins, and I represented a lot of power and influence.
And wealth. Many women would kill to be in Claire’s position, claiming the Pakhan of the Orlov Bratva.
And many others would envy Natalie for taking Sergei off the market.
Countless others would covet Sofia’s position, too.
Yet, she was the one I’d found. The one I’d discovered that sharply instant attraction for. The only one who clicked with me despite how much of a stubborn fight she’d put up in stating that we were too forbidden of a pair to make it work.
A nagging worry bothered me as we slowly journeyed through the city.
How was she not taken, though?
I couldn’t believe my luck that she’d landed on my lap like she had, appearing as my maid even though she didn’t seem to be crazy about the job. It seemed too coincidental that she happened to be available for me to encounter and need.
It’s not that hard to believe, though. She’s been working and going to school. Caring for her cousin. She probably didn’t have ample time to date and socialize and be out there.
That was part of why I wanted to bend over backward and show her how I could make her life better. Without stress about money. Like Claire said, though, she wasn’t open to accepting charity.
No, that’s not true.
If it was about the money, or her being paid or anything like that, she’d rebuff me about the outlandish promotional raise, or how I gave her flowers and a wardrobe and countless other items to pamper her.
But there’s something else.
I knew there had to be. She’d never explained her sadness that night or why she’d caved to find a naughty distraction in me.
Furrowing my brow as I watched out the window, my suspicion about Sofia and who she was sharpened.
He doubted her too.
My father’s initial warnings about letting my maid distract me had first seemed like nothing more than his typical jadedness. But now… I had to wonder what Sofia could be hiding, if anything.
How did she come to be in my life?
A random happenstance of her looking for a maid job when I needed a replacement?
I let out a troubled breath, wishing I could shove away all these nagging thoughts that weren’t welcome.
Doubting her and not being able to fully trust her didn’t jibe with how easily she fit with me and in my life as my lover. As someone I could see as a friend.
She’s too good to lose, dammit.
I willed the idea out of my mind, stubbornly shaking off the shadow of doubt and worry.