Sophia
*MATURE CONTENT*
"Sophia," his voice was low, a velvet whisper that sent shivers down my spine. I didn't need to turn around to feel the heat of him at my back. His presence wrapped around me like a vice, his shadow swallowing me whole.
"You cannot be serious right now. Is this a joke or something ?" I asked, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to stay calm. I could still feel the echoes of his touch from earlier, the firm grip of his hand on my wrist as he dragged me out of his office, away from the chaos I thought I was prepared for. But I was wrong—so wrong.
"Why do you always ask questions you already know the answers to? And no, this is not a joke." His breath brushed the back of my neck as he moved closer, the heat of his body pressing into mine. The garden was suddenly too small, too enclosed, with Vince standing so near. My heart pounded in my chest, and I hated how easily my body responded to him. It wasn't just fear—it was something darker, more primal.
"Because I don't understand you," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. I could hear my own heartbeat, loud and erratic in the silence that stretched between us. "One moment, you're focused on the investors, on the empire you've built, and the next... you're here, dragging me away like none of it matters."
"None of it does matter," Vince growled, his hands suddenly on my hips, spinning me around to face him. The rough movement took me by surprise, and I gasped. Vince's body pressed into mine, caging me in, his eyes dark and wild with something I couldn't decipher. "Not when it comes to you."
I opened my mouth to speak, to protest, but the words died in my throat as his hand slid up my neck, his thumb grazing my jawline in a touch that was both possessive and tender. My breath hitched, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just him—just Vince and the storm that brewed in his eyes.
"I don't want to talk about the investors," he murmured, his lips ghosting over my skin, just close enough that I could feel the heat but not the contact. It was maddening. "I don't want to talk about business, or deals, or anything else." His thumb traced my lower lip, and I couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through me.
"What do you really want, Vince?" My voice was a whisper, trembling with the unspoken tension between us. My heart raced, and despite everything—despite knowing what kind of man he was—I felt my body betraying me. Heat pooled low in my stomach, and I hated myself for how much I wanted him.
Vince's eyes darkened, his gaze flicking down to my lips before locking onto mine with an intensity that stole my breath. "You," he said, the word heavy with meaning. "I want you, Sophia."
Before I could react, his lips crashed against mine with a force that took my breath away. It wasn't gentle—it was raw, demanding, and filled with a hunger that sent a wave of heat crashing through me. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as if he needed to devour every part of me.
I should have pushed him away. I should have resisted. But I couldn't. The fire that had been simmering between us ignited, and I melted into him, my hands clutching at his coat as if he was the only thing grounding me to reality.
Vince groaned against my lips, his hands roaming over my body with a possessiveness that left no doubt—he wanted me, needed me, and it terrified me how much I craved the same. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, grazing the bare skin of my waist, and I gasped, my back arching into him, desperate for more.
"Vince—" I started, but he silenced me with another kiss, this one slower, deeper, as if he was savoring the taste of me. His tongue swept into my mouth, and I moaned, the sound swallowed by his relentless desire.
He pulled back just enough to murmur against my lips, his voice low and dark. "Do you have any idea what you do to me, Sophia?" His hand tightened in my hair, and he tilted my head back, exposing the column of my throat. "Every time I look at you..."
He trailed kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just hard enough to leave a mark, and I whimpered, my body reacting to him in ways I couldn't control. His other hand slipped lower, resting on my hip, his thumb tracing circles over the fabric of my pants.
"Vince," I gasped, my voice shaky. "We can't... not here..."
His laugh was low, predatory. "We can do whatever I want, Sophia." His lips brushed the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "And right now... I want to make you mine."
I should have been scared—terrified, even. But all I felt was an overwhelming desire, a need that matched his in intensity. His hand slid lower, fingers brushing the waistband of my pants, and my breath hitched, my body trembling with anticipation.
Vince's lips were on mine again, relentless and demanding, his hands gripping my waist with an intensity that made my whole body tremble. I was lost in him, in the heat of his kiss and the way his fingers dug into my skin, pulling me closer, as though he couldn't get enough.
Before I knew what was happening, I felt myself being lifted, Vince's strong arms wrapping around me effortlessly as he pulled me off the ground. His lips never left mine, the kiss deepening, growing more urgent as he carried me across the garden. I gasped against his mouth, my hands clutching his shoulders as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, holding on as if my life depended on it.
The world around us spun, but all I could focus on was him—on the way his muscles tensed beneath my fingers, the way his breath mingled with mine, hot and ragged as he carried me effortlessly through the shadows of the garden.
We reached a nearby bench, as Vince sat down with me still straddling him, my knees on either side of his hips. His hands moved to my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled me even closer, grinding me against him. A low growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating through me as our kiss grew deeper, hungrier.
I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. My entire world was consumed by the heat of his body, the possessive way his hands roamed over me, pulling me into him, demanding more.
Vince pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his breath hot against my lips. His gaze was wild, dark with desire, and the intensity in his eyes made my heart race.
"You want this, Sophia," he growled, his voice dark and raw, every word vibrating with the promise of what was to come. "I see it in your eyes. I feel it every time I touch you."
I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading them apart with brutal, possessive force. His eyes never left mine, daring me to deny him.
"Tell me you don't need this," Vince whispered, his fingers tracing the inside of my thighs, moving closer to the heat that was already pooling between my legs. "Tell me you don't want me to make you scream, and I'll stop."
But I couldn't. My body betrayed me, trembling with anticipation, and the thought of him stopping now was unbearable. I bit my lip, my breath shallow, desperate for him to take me—fully, completely.
Vince's lips twisted into a dark smile. "That's what I thought."
Before I could react, his hand slid lower, finding the waistband of my pants. His fingers traced along the edge, teasing the skin just below, making my breath hitch. I gasped as his touch grew bolder, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric and brushing against the heat between my legs.
"You moan so beautifully, Sophia," he murmured against my lips. "But I want to make you to moan even louder."
His fingers continued their teasing exploration, moving in slow, deliberate circles that made me shiver with anticipation. He was driving me wild, his touch igniting a fire within me that I couldn't control. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, and every touch, every caress, only heightened the ache.
He trailed a single finger over the thin lace of my underwear, his touch light, teasing. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily, seeking more, but Vince wasn't going to give me what I wanted so easily.
"Patience, love," he murmured, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of neck. "You don't get to control this. Not today."
I whimpered, my fingers clutching at his coat as his mouth followed the path of my shoulder, placing gentle kisses along my collar bone, each one making my breath catch. His fingers slid beneath the waistband of my underwear, and I bit back a moan as he pulled aside the fabric slightly, exposing me to him.
Vince's eyes darkened as he looked at me, raw desire burning in them. He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin as he hovered just above my lips, so close that I could feel every exhale, every agonizing second of waiting.
"You're already wet for me," he said, his voice low and rough. "You want me to touch you, don't you?"
I nodded, unable to form coherent words as I felt his fingers ghost over the sensitive flesh, teasing me, torturing me with his restraint.
"No," Vince growled, his hand suddenly wrapping around the back of my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. "You don't get to nod. You tell me, Sophia. You beg me for what you want."
I gasped, my pulse quickening as his grip tightened just enough to leave me breathless, my thighs trembling as the ache between my legs became unbearable. His fingers pressed against my core, still teasing, still just out of reach of what I needed, and I was losing control. My body screamed for release, but Vince wasn't going to give it to me. Not yet.
"Tell me," he demanded again, his thumb brushing over my clit with devastating precision. "Tell me you need it."
"Vince, please," I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper as my hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more. " I need you."
His grip on my throat loosened slightly, but the darkness in his eyes only deepened. "You'll get it when you agree that we should be a couple."
Before I could respond, Vince pushed two fingers inside me, the suddenness of it tearing a moan from my throat. He didn't go slow. He didn't hold back. His fingers drove into me with relentless force, and I cried out, my hands gripping on his shoulders as he took me, his thumb rubbing circles over my clit in a rhythm that was both torturous and intoxicating.
I was so close—so unbearably close—but Vince pulled back just before I could reach the edge, his fingers sliding out of me, leaving me panting, desperate, and aching.
"No!" I gasped, my body trembling with the denial of release. "Vince, please..."
He grinned, dark and wicked. "You don't get to come until you agree, Sophia."
I groaned, my head falling back as he leaned in, his lips brushing over my throat, his teeth grazing the delicate skin there. His fingers returned, teasing, just barely touching, and I was on fire, my body begging for more, for release, for anything he would give me.
"Tell me you belong to me," Vince growled against my skin, his hand tightening in my hair, pulling my head back so I had no choice but to look at him.
"I—I belong to you," I whispered, the words tumbling from my lips without thought, driven only by the need to end the torture, to finally have the release I was desperate for.
He grinned, his fingers slipping inside me again, this time slow, deliberate, as if savoring every second of control he had over me. "Good girl."
His pace quickened, and I could feel the pressure building again, higher and higher, until I was on the brink, teetering between pleasure and agony.
"Come for me, Sophia," Vince growled, his voice rough and commanding.
And I did. The release tore through me, violent and overwhelming, and I moaned his name, my entire body shaking with the force of it. Vince's fingers never slowed, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I was a trembling, panting mess above him.
Vince withdrew his fingers from me, his gaze still dark with desire as he kept me on his lap. He brushed his fingers slowly across my lips, his eyes never leaving mine. Leaning in closer, his breath was hot against my skin.
"Now, that wasn't hard to accept, was it?" he murmured. As he spoke, he kissed the wetness he had applied to my lips, his touch sending a shiver through me.