Chapter 19 Sophia
Sophia
The man is absolutely serious. I don’t even need to ask the question to tell that he is convinced I will fail in our bet.
“I don’t plan to lose, Massimo. Besides, why in the world would you want that anyway?
Our families would never agree. If the war hasn’t already started, that would surely ignite its fire. ”
The yacht picks up speed as we enter open water. “Let’s take a swim and then I’ll tell you my well-orchestrated plan. Strip.”
He smirks at my wide eyes. “Or you can go and slide into that little pink bikini because I’ve been waiting for this show since I picked the damn suit out,” he says gruffly.
My interest is piqued, no matter that I shouldn’t give a damn or that he called me on my bluff. “You picked it out yourself? Where?”
He stands in all his well-muscled glory. “Never mind. Now go slip into it before I find that it would be much more pleasurable to have you parade around the deck completely nude so that I can inspect my prisoner for any signs of contraband.”
My cheeks heat at the thought, but I don’t say a damn word because I don’t put it past the devilish beast one little bit. “Where should I change?” I ask as he holds the glass doors open for me and we walk into the air-conditioned yacht.
“I’ll show you the master suite.”
“A bathroom will do just fine, thank you very much.”
“Fine, I’ll show you the bathroom in my master suite.”
I don’t have to turn to know his eyes are on me, because I feel them gazing over my skin as though his fingers were caressing me with their very touch.
Massimo is like playing with fire. I only hope that I can stand the heat without getting burnt too badly, because coming away from whatever this is between us unscarred is hardly likely to occur.
We take a small set of steps, and then he grasps my hand as we make our way through his yacht.
I gasp as we step onto the lower level, the king bed taking up only some of the space, while a small table sits by a window that looks out to the direction of the front of the ship.
The blinds are pulled open in this level too, giving us an underground view of the ocean unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.
“You can see all the fish, and everything, right from your bed? This is impressive. You had all of this customized?” I ask, walking to the windows, trying to make out the types of fish that swim underneath the sea and right in my view.
Massimo’s arms wrap around me from behind.
I don’t move, don’t push him away, but instead soak up every bit of warmth that him caging me into the window provides.
He swipes my hair back from my neck and kisses the sensitive hollow between my throat and shoulder, sending shivers of desire snaking along my spine.
“Today I want to see my future wife splayed out before me on my bed, wearing a pretty little pink bikini, and writhing from side to side trying to get out of her cuffs before she ends up accidentally screaming my name.”
My center flares at his words, but still I … “I won’t say your name,” I whisper as his finger slowly strokes the tip of my nipple straining through my shirt, causing every nerve ending alive to catch fire.
“Ask me to undress you, kitten.”
“I can undress myself,” I whisper without any conviction at all, while desperately trying to hold onto my resolve.
Massimo turns me around and places the tip of his finger under my chin, causing our eyes to meet. “This will be so much more fun. Ask me to undress you, kitten.”
Butterflies dance in my belly. “Undress me?” I whisper on a breath.
“Say please, Sophia? I want you to want this.”
My thighs tighten and wetness gathers at my center. “Undress me, please?” I ask, looking into his eyes, knowing that I’m giving the devil more than I should, but even with all the good intentions in the world, there is no way to resist. Nor, really, any reason that I should. “Please?”
His eyes change, going from dark to dancing with gold flecks, impassioned by my choice, and there is a heady satisfaction in knowing that I am responsible for that look on his face.
I know what’s coming, can feel the undeniable attraction, the draw and desire of that kiss, and when his lips meet mine, it’s all that I thought it would be and more.
Even more sinister, dangerous, and intoxicating than the first time.
Undeniably sinful, forbidden, powerful, and all consuming.
My hands find their way around his neck, drawing him closer before sliding through the thick waves of his hair. He is powerful in his need, and his hands grasp the cheeks of my ass, pulling me against the hardness of his cock, grazing me against it before lifting me into the air.
My legs go instinctively around his waist as he carries me to the bed and lays me down gently in front of him. My chest beats wildly. This is the moment I’ve been dreaming of, where he takes me with reckless abandon, the deadly devil and the sharp clawed kitten he thinks he is going to tame.
But clearly, Massimo has much more on his mind.
He watches me, his eyes singeing me with heat as he peels me out of my low-rise white Keds, stripping my feet bare of the little socklets that are barely there.
He runs a finger along the delicate arch of my foot and traces my toes, one by one, before grasping my calves and pulling me closer to him at the foot of the bed. “Tell me to unzip you,” he rasps.
There’s no way I’m denying him, as some things are just meant to be, if only for a very short while. If this is to be my fate, one sordid afternoon on a yacht with the enemy to get each other out of our systems, then so be it. “Unzip me, please.”
His eyes darken. “Very good, kitten.” Massimo slowly unzips my jeans. He doesn’t go fast, instead, infuriatingly slow, taking his time, inch by inch. “Raise your hips, kitten.”
I do exactly as I’m told, so into the hypnotic effect of his voice and the raging tides of desire that he stirs with every inch of skin that he bares.
He does not even pull the material from my legs fast, instead taking first one foot and then the other, easing the pant legs around my ankles and letting them fall to the floor, leaving me bare before him except for the white silky panties.
“Stay here…” It’s an order that I don’t plan to disobey.
Then he’s back, dangling the little slip of a bikini that was in my handbag from his fingers. “You went through my things,” I accuse.
Massimo smirks, pulling his shirt off, his broad arms raising over his head, revealing a long lean washboard of six pack abdomen, with a dark patch of hair that sinks below the waistband of his pants.
His eyes track my gaze, and he unzips his pants, stepping out of them and letting them fall to the floor, leaving him in the briefest of swim trunks. “It’s time to get you dressed in this pretty little swimsuit before we miss the dolphins.”
My center is on fire, waiting for his touch and the infuriating man wants to redress me and take me to see big fish swimming around instead of giving me what I need.
If he thinks I’m going to beg him for sex, he’s got another think coming.
No matter how much chemistry flows between us, there is no way I’m going to resort to begging.
Not in this lifetime. Not if hell freezes over.
Damn those dark eyes watching me from between my legs, and that little lift of the right side of those lips, so close but so far away from that little spot that just aches to be caressed with the magic of his tongue.