16. Sofia
SOFIA
Okay, maybe it was a little insane to kiss him after getting caught.
Taking a gamble like that was the worst possible decision I could have made in the moment.
But faced with Rowan Vasiliev standing there in the dim kitchen light, a sharp knife gripped in his hand and confusion sharpening every brutal line of his face, talking my way out of anything felt like walking barefoot across broken glass.
So I did the only thing my adrenaline-crazed, Rowan-clouded brain could come up with. I kissed him.
I surged forward, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pressed my mouth to his, hoping stupidly and maybe a little desperately that shock would buy me a few seconds of safety.
What I never expected was for the shock to die just as quickly as it had come. Rowan’s hands are on me now, one gripping my waist hard enough to bruise and the other cupping the back of my head, fingers threading into my hair, tilting my face exactly where he wants it.
There is nothing hesitant about him now. The restraint he’s been clinging to for weeks finally snaps. His tongue slides past my lips without asking, tasting, claiming, devouring me until I’m trembling in his arms. Heat ignites under my skin, pooling low in my belly, spreading like wildfire.
He growls low in his throat when I drag my nails down his chest, the sound vibrating through me and making my knees weak.
I feel the hard press of his body everywhere, the unmistakable ridge of his cock already straining against his pants.
He rolls his hips deliberately slowly, grinding against me as a broken moan escapes my throat before I can stop it.
Whatever trouble or fallout we’ll face because of this, whatever terrifying reality will crash down the moment we come to our senses, I don’t care.
Right now, there is only Rowan.
His mouth moves to my jaw next, teeth scraping down my throat.
He bites just hard enough to make me gasp, soothing the sting with his tongue a second later.
My head falls back against the door with a soft thud.
I’m panting already, fingers sliding up into his dark hair, holding him against me like he might disappear if I let go.
“Rowan,” I whisper, voice wrecked.
He makes a rough sound and lifts me up off my feet. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, the new angle pressing his cock right up against my core. I rock against him shamelessly, chasing the friction.
He carries me the few steps over to the wide marble island in the center of the kitchen and sets me on the edge of it.
He doesn’t give me time to think. His hands are already pushing my jacket off my shoulders and yanking my shirt up and over my head in one rough motion.
Cool air hits my skin, but then his mouth is on me again, kissing down my collarbone and across the swell of my breasts, teeth grazing the lace edge of my bra.
I arch into him, a soft cry escaping when he tugs the cup down and closes his mouth over my nipple. The wet heat is almost too much. My fingers tighten in his hair, hips rolling helplessly against the hard line of him still trapped behind his zipper.
“Fuck, Sofia,” he rasps against my skin when he pops his mouth off me. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I do, actually.
I feel it in the way his hands shake slightly as they slide down my sides, his breath stuttering slightly when I reach between us and palm him through his pants. He’s so hard, it must hurt. I squeeze gently and he curses again, hips jerking into my touch.
Rowan hooks his fingers into the waistband of my dark pants and yanks them down along with my underwear in one swift motion.
The fabric catches on my boots and he growls in frustration before dropping to his knees to pull everything off me with impatient tugs.
Then I’m bare from the waist down. I spread my legs wide for him.
Rowan looks up at me, his eyes dark with lust. He doesn’t speak as he leans in and drags his tongue up my center in one long, slow stroke.
I cry out, my hand flying to his hair again, gripping tight as pleasure slams through me.
He does it again, slower this time, savoring me.
He focuses on my clit with devastating precision, licking, sucking, circling until my thighs start to tremble around his shoulders.
“Rowan… oh, God!”
He groans against me, the vibration making my eyes roll back.
One thick finger slides inside me, then two, curling just right, stroking that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
He doesn’t stop. He devours me like he’s been dying for this, holding himself back for weeks and finally allowing the leash to snap.
I come hard and fast, my ass arching off the counter while a broken moan tears from my throat as pleasure crashes over me in waves. He works me through it, tongue and fingers relentless, and they draw it out until I’m oversensitive and gasping his name like a prayer.
Only then does he stand.
His mouth is wet from me, his eyes a little wild. He frees himself from his pants quickly, his thick cock springing out heavy and flushed, and lines it up at my entrance.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasps, voice wrecked and practically begging me. “Tell me now, Sofia.”
I shake my head, refusing to. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him in closer until he has no choice but to slip inside my burning entrance.
He sinks into me in one long thrust, burying himself until our hips meet. We both groan at the same time. He’s so big, stretching me perfectly, filling me so completely, I feel it in my chest. For a moment he just stays there, forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard.
“Go,” I say gently.
Then he starts to move.
It’s slow at first, his strokes deep like he’s savoring the way I clench around him each time he moves again.
But the pace quickly turns punishing. He grips my hips hard enough to bruise, driving into me with raw need.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the kitchen, mixed with my gasps and his low, filthy curses.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls against my neck. “So tight. So wet for me. Like you were made for me.”
I cling to him, my nails biting down onto his shoulders, my legs locked around his waist as he fucks me.
Every thrust hits that perfect spot inside me, building the pressure again just as quickly as the last. I come a second time with his name on my lips, walls fluttering around him, pulling him deeper inside me.
Rowan follows me over the edge with a broken groan, hips stuttering as he spills inside me. He buries his face in my neck, body shuddering while his arms wrap around me like he never wants to let go.
For a long moment we just stay like that, tangled together in the middle of the silent kitchen.
In this world of corruption and iron-clad control, Rowan Vasiliev has just given me something real.
Something I’m terrified I’ll never be able to give back.