Chapter 31
Kian
Every one of my buildings had a working shower and I made sure to keep a change of clothes in the car. It kind of came with the territory and allowed me to scrub off the evidence of my work whenever I took part in teaching someone a lesson.
The guards I’d assigned to watch Sophie messaged me an hour ago to say she’d left the hospital for the day. Dina had picked her up and driven her back to the villa.
When I arrived home, a flicker of disappointment hit me. Sophie wasn’t there, waiting to tell me all about her interview. I told myself I was being absurd, but I couldn’t shake it.
The truth was that the woman made me crave something I had never allowed myself to want: a home with a wife in it.
The thought lingered, uninvited, as I moved through the villa, my dress shoes echoing against the polished floors, the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air.
I searched methodically for her: her bedroom—pristine and untouched; my office—empty; the living room—nothing.
“She’s in your room, boss,” Sonya said, leaning against the kitchen doorway. Her eyes crinkled with amusement at my distracted glance.
“Ah, thank you,” I said, turning to head back up the stairs when her voice reached me.
“About time you found yourself a woman.”
I let out a sardonic breath and ran a hand through my hair, not commenting.
My steps carried me upstairs, each footfall measured, while my heart beat eagerly. I wanted to hear about her day, see her eyes shine with excitement, and most of all, I hoped she loved the hospital so much that she’d stay in Albania.
Silly for someone my age: yes. But dammit, I wanted her.
I reached my bedroom and opened the door. The scent of her—warm, sweet, intoxicating—hit me before I fully realized I’d stopped moving.
My woman was pleasuring herself on my bed, her vibrator next to her, although she wasn’t using it. Yet.
Her red hair was fanned out against my sheets, spilling over her shoulders.
Her dress slipped languidly off one shoulder, leaving the curve of her breast exposed.
One heel dug into the mattress, the other leg bent at the knee, and she moved one hand with slow, deliberate intent between her glistening pussy.
Her other hand was on her breast, playing with her nipple, twisting and pinching it.
Fuck, she was so achingly gorgeous that my cock instantly hardened.
For several heartbeats, I soaked in how beautiful she looked, her face flushed with arousal and her skin gleaming.
“Hello,” I said, my words filled with gravel as I shut the door behind me.
Her eyes met mine, heavy-lidded, daring.
My hand itched to reach for her. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her so deep she’d never forget me. So she’d stay with me forever.
“I missed you,” she rasped. “Your room smells like you. And… you did say you want to watch me masturbate.”
Jesus Christ, she knew what to say to make me fall to my knees.
“I did.” Bold and rough, my gaze dragged from her full, firm breasts to her sweet pussy. “Now be a good girl and open your legs wider.”
A small shiver rippled through her body, but she did as I asked.
Her gaze never leaving mine, she shifted slightly and opened her legs wide, her dress bunching around her waist. She rubbed her clit furiously, back bowing off the bed while I caressed her with my eyes.
“Let me see what you’ve been doing with that vibrator,” I ordered.
A deep blush bloomed across her body, and I wanted to trace its path with my tongue. Stain her pale skin so the world would know she was mine.
Sophie didn’t take her eyes off me as she squeezed and pinched her nipples, reaching for the vibrator and sliding it between her legs.
Soon, she was whimpering with pleasure, her mouth falling open and her breaths turning shallow as she used it to rub her clit and slide it into her pussy.
“Who are you thinking of, zemra ime?” I asked silkily. “Are you thinking of me, tongue-fucking your sweet pussy until you come all over my face?”
“Y-yes.”
Sophie shuddered, her head tilting back and her thighs trembling while she worked herself faster and harder.
She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.
Fuck. If she kept this up, I worried I’d blow my load.
I strode over to the bed and grasped her chin in one hand, forcing her to meet my gaze again.
With my other hand, I tugged down my zipper and pulled my cock out. Sophie licked her lips when I wrapped my hand around my hard-on and started jerking off.
I could smell her arousal and hear the slick sounds of her vibrator sliding in and out of her cunt.
“I want you to fuck me,” she panted, her eyes locked on my cock as I worked myself. “The vibrator doesn’t compare to you.”
“Ask nicely,” I demanded, my voice a guttural growl.
“Fill me with your cock, Kian,” she whimpered. She stared back at me with lust and something else shining in those gorgeous blue eyes. “Please.”
I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her wrist firmly, halting her sudden movement, and tossed aside the vibrator.
I stepped between her legs, pulling down my pants and boxers. Then I scooped her up by her ass and guided her thighs around my waist.
“I’ve thought about you all day,” I whispered against her neck, gripping her hips.
“Ditto,” she agreed, arching against me.
I pressed her against the wall beside the bed, then positioned myself at her entrance, feeling her wetness against me. As I pushed forward, we both watched me disappear inside her inch by inch, a groan escaping my throat.
The sight of our bodies joining sent a jolt through me and I sank all the way inside her, burying myself deep inside her pussy.
A groan tore out of my throat.
“Jesus, Sophie.” My words came out strangled and I paused, savoring the sensation of being fully sheathed inside her. “You feel incredible.”
She locked eyes with me, parting her lips as her fingernails dug grooves into my shoulders.
“I need…” Sophie’s skin was slick with sweat, and fuck if it didn’t almost end me. “Harder.”
I gripped her thighs and began to move.
The afternoon sun cast golden light across her face, illuminating the way it contorted in pleasure.
“Harder,” she commanded, owning her desire.
I complied, driving into her with more force, watching her tits bounce beneath her dress with each thrust. The fabric was in the way, teasing me with what lay underneath. I reached for the thin straps, sliding them down her shoulders to reveal her perfect breasts.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, capturing her in a deep kiss, before leaning down to take one nipple in my mouth.
Her moans filled my bedroom as I sucked, and the sound drove straight to my core, urging me to thrust deeper, harder.
Her wetness increased with every stroke, coating both of us.
“Don’t stop,” she panted, her hands now in my hair, holding me against her breast. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I scraped my teeth against her flesh as I pumped in and out of her like a madman searching for sanity.
Her walls clenched around me in response, making my rhythm falter momentarily. The pressure building in me threatened to explode. I adjusted my angle to hit deeper while I tugged on her nipple with my teeth and pistoned into her, her arousal dripping down her thighs, creating an obscene soundtrack.
She grabbed at the nape of my head, meeting my every thrust with little noises that drove me mad.
Her eyes locked on me, glazed with desire.
“Come,” I ordered.
The word barely left my mouth before she was throwing her head back and crying out.
The sight of her like that—owning her pleasure—pushed me over the edge.
“Sophie,” I groaned against her neck, my hips jerking forward as my own release claimed me. I emptied myself inside her, each pulse sending violent waves of pleasure rippling through me.
I bit into her collarbone while we shuddered in each other’s arms.
“I think I should always wait for you in bed,” she said, wrapping her arms around me.
I let out a strangled sound. “I’m good with that.”
For several moments, we remained frozen in place, my forehead pressed against hers as we tried to catch our breath.
My heart pounded against my ribs while outside the windows, the afternoon unfolded as if I hadn’t just lost my heart and soul to this woman.
When our heartbeats finally regained some normalcy, I carried her into the bathroom.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
As soon as the water was hot, I led her into the shower with me. She sighed and tilted her head up to the water, wearing a blissful expression that I vowed to keep there forever.
Damn, I’m getting wimpy in my old age.
Taking the soap, I worked up a lather in my hands and started to massage her breasts. She wound her arms around me, giving me full access to her body, and that trust was my undoing.
I maneuvered her into the spray and let the water cascade down her porcelain skin before moving to soap my own body.
“I don’t think so.” She tsked and I raised my eyebrows. “You washed me, now I wash you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know, but I want to.”
I handed her the soap and she took it from me with unhurried care, her gaze flicking over me in slow, appreciative glances that made my skin prickle.
“If you keep looking at me like that,” I rasped, “we’ll be in here all night.”
“There are worse things,” she murmured, the corner of her mouth lifting.
She rose onto her toes to reach my shoulders, the soft drag of the cloth grounding and electrifying at the same time. She moved down my chest, over the ridges of my stomach muscles, then brushed lightly over my groin.
She stepped around me, her chest at my back. Her hands faltered, just for a heartbeat.
“You don’t have to—”
The words died on my tongue when I felt the ghost of a kiss on my back. Then another. And another. Feather-light, as if she were mapping me.
My shoulders loosened, the invisible bonds growing, and I fucking prayed they weren’t one-sided.
“Tell me about your day,” I said, my voice steadier than the knot forming in my chest and my heart squeezing with want.
I stared at the tile in front of me, trying to get a handle on my emotions. Jesus Christ. How was I supposed to put the brakes on feelings that were already so far gone?
“Oh, it was an awesome day,” she started as she began to wash my hair. “I got to scrub in on an emergency cesarean and I kicked ass. Their equipment is somewhat outdated, but it didn’t stop me.”
“I have no doubt.” I chuckled, picturing her like a tornado sweeping through the hospital and taking charge while I made a mental note to order the latest technology to be delivered as soon as possible.
“Everyone was good to you?” I asked.
“Oh, yes. And as soon as someone whispered your name, everyone started jumping around and acting overly pleasant and anxious. Apparently, you’re famous.”
“I doubt it.”
She moved us both under the spray, turning so we faced each other.
“Oh, don’t doubt it, babe. You’re totally famous.
” She tilted her face up to mine while I stared at her.
I hated how hard that word landed. If she had even the faintest idea of the torture I dished out all day or the lives I’d ended, she wouldn’t be saying it so confidently.
In fact, she wouldn’t be saying it at all.
Not that I regretted it. That was a waste of emotion, especially for the kinds of bastards who deserved even worse fates.
“And how was your day?” she asked when I remained quiet.
My mask slid into place, careful not to reveal to her the horrors I’d committed. “It was good.”
She tilted her head, studying me almost as if she could sense my crimes. “Does your vagueness have something to do with Jacqueline?”
“What makes you assume that?”
“Maybe because you’re not answering my questions and instead asking your own.” Sophie was too perceptive for her own good. “Has there been any progress?”
“No,” I responded. “It’s frustrating.”
“I have no doubt you’ll find her.”
“I will.” And then my woman would be safe. But I couldn’t help but detest what that would mean for us. Would she jump on the first flight back to the States?
She chuckled. “You’re not a man of many words today, huh? Is something bothering you?”
I smiled and grabbed her waist, pulling her wet body flush with mine.
“I want to ask you something,” I said.
“Anything.”
“Will you be my date for a wedding?”
Her fingers threaded through my hair. “I’d love to. Who’s getting married and when?”
“Amir and Dina. This weekend.”
Her eyebrows arched. “Wow, that’s… fast.”
I shrugged. “They’ve been playing their games for years, so not really.”
“Are you sure they’d want me there? Because we’re not that close.”
I took her jaw between my fingers. “I want you there, so if they want me at their wedding, they’ll accept you as my plus-one.”
“But—”
I silenced her with a kiss, pushing her against the tile. I ate at her mouth, devouring her as I thrust my tongue inside and she met me eagerly.
With regret, I broke the kiss and stared down into her crystal blue eyes. “So this weekend, you’re mine.”
She chuckled. “I’m already yours, but sure. I’ll be your date.”
That night, I fucked her again, reminding her with each thrust who she belonged to. We burned ourselves out, chasing the passion until there was nothing left but tangled sheets and shared silence.