Sophia’s POV
It has been almost three days since I last saw Ivan.
Not that I care though. But he’d normally come to my room every day. And now that I think about it, he really had no reason to keep doing that.
For more than forty-eight hours, there had been nothing. And I don’t think he’d come home in the last two days. I would have noticed if he did, no movements or sounds were coming from his room.
And I meant it when I said I didn’t care at all. It’s just the eerie stillness that bothers me. The guards have been acting weird like something bad had happened. There are more hushed whispers than banters coming from them these days. Most times it felt like I was the center of their gossip.
Hell, I haven’t even seen Maxim in days too. Something must have really happened.
Again, not my monkey, not my circus, or however that saying goes. I just don’t want to get involved, if I could escape I’d have done so a long time.
This would have been the perfect opportunity for me to escape from here. But how? How does one make an escape plan without knowing their surroundings?
Wait…
Why hadn’t I thought of it sooner?
I got up from my bed and raced to the bathroom, I climbed the toilet seat. My heart was pounding in my chest as I pushed open the small window.
I should have done this earlier… I could observe my surroundings from here, it might not be much but it was something. It could help my escape plan.
Peering out into the darkness, I glanced around to see if I could see anything useful. In the dark, I could only make out the outline of the fence, it was a really tall fence. I don’t think I can jump over if the need arises…
There has to be another way. But before I could fully assess the surroundings, the sound of approaching footsteps cut through the silence in the halls. My throat tightened as panic gripped me. I immediately climbed down the toilet seat.
“… da, nachal’nick,” I heard a guard say.
[Yes, boss.]
Ivan?
I stiffened. Then I pulled myself together, I couldn’t afford to give away anything that could make him suspect I was up to something. I quickly took off the shirt I had on and stepped under the shower. I made sure it looked like I’d just showered.
I quickly wrapped myself in a big towel and walked into the bedroom.
I was greeted by his breathtaking looks. He looked more handsome than I’d last seen him. But he also looked even more dangerous, If that was possible. And I felt my nipples pucker up against the towel.
Oh God. This man will be the end of me.
Ivan’s POV
I was done with everything I needed to do. I had Maxim send a warning to Tom Smith by setting at least three of his warehouses ablaze. That was nothing compared to what I had in store for him, but that will do for now.
The house was quiet as I made my way into my wing in the house, the one I shared with Sophia.
I was itching to see her. I had wondered if I should tell her what her father had done, but I decided it was unnecessary. She was my prisoner, my toy, mine.
She’s mine. Regardless of what happens between her father and me.
Igor was the guard on duty at the moment, “Is she awake?” I asked, taking the key from him to unlock the door.
“Da, nachal’nick,” he replied.
The room was empty as I entered. Then I heard her showering.
My cock twitched at the fantasy of seeing her wet and soapy pale skin, touching those soft and supple curves.
The shower stopped running and she stepped in nothing but a big white towel, her hair wet. She looked like every man’s wet dream. I wanted a taste of her so bad and that’s what I was going to get.
I locked the door shut. “Miss me, princess?” I asked, walking toward her as I took in her towel-clad body.
She rolled her eyes, “Why would I miss you, Ivan? Why are you even here?” She said in a casual tone, but nothing her pose was “casual.”
“This is my house, Sophia, I don’t need your permission to be here,” I said softly.
I touched her cheeks, but she didn’t back away. She chewed her bottom lip nervously, “What do you want now? You were gone for days and now you suddenly show up.”
A wide grin broke across my face, “You did miss me, solnyshko.” [Sunshine]
She scoffed, “I didn’t take you for the delusional type, Ivan.”
I let my thumb graze the spot under her ears and she stiffened, “You act tough and indifferent, but I am not fooled.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that I’m aware you’re attracted to me and you want me just as bad. Am I wrong luchik?” [Ray of light]
She stared back at me, lust and heat evident in her hazel eyes. “That’s nonsense, that’s a fucking lie. I’d never want a scum like you.”
I moved closer to her, touching her soft lips, and she visibly shivered. So responsive. “This mouth will one day get you in trouble. But I’ll let it slide tonight because I’d rather get on my knees for you.”
“W-what do you mean by that ?”
“It means I intend to give you a mind-shattering orgasm, solnyshko.”
I bent down and knelt on the floor. Then I slid my palms up over her calves, behind her legs, with my face resting on her soft stomach right below her full tits. Her breathing became rapid but she made no move to push me. My cock pulsed as it thickened in my trousers and I had to resist the urge to stroke myself.
Fuck, I’ve never wanted anyone so badly.
As my hand continued up her body, I lifted the towel, exposing her stomach and crotch.
Fuck. “Take off the towel. If we are doing this, I need to know you want it.”
She didn’t argue, just hurriedly tugged off the towel and slid it off her body letting it fall to the ground. There she was, stark naked before my eyes.
Fuck me.
I couldn’t breathe, and my cock was now rock hard. She was even more gorgeous naked and up close, her skin smelling of vanilla.
Full breasts with rose-tipped nipples and pink areolas. A flat, soft stomach and long legs. Her pale skin was unblemished and I longed to see it covered in my bite marks.
Her pink nipples pebbled, and her chest rose and fell as she took rapid breaths.
My fingers trailed up her inner thigh and between her legs, and I let my breath warm the skin of her stomach. I brushed my thumb against her lips until I found her clit. I rubbed back and forth a few times, letting her have a taste of the pleasure I planned to give her.
“This is your last chance.” I stroked her again, harder this time. “Tell me you don’t want this or I am eating this pussy until you cream all over my face.”
“Oh, God,” she whispered, her body swaying slightly. “We can’t do this. You can’t. This isn’t….”
She was weakening, I could sense it. Allowing herself to enjoy what she wants. I kept stroking her clit, the smell of her arousal filling my nostrils and making me crazy. “I am dying to taste you. Aren’t you dying to know how good it will feel when my tongue flicks your clit?”
Her fingers latched onto my head, clutching me closer instead of pushing me away-and I had my answer.
And I spread her open, her pussy lips pink and swollen, and my mouth watered. As I kissed my way down her stomach to her crotch.
“Get in the bed,” I said huskily, standing to my feet.
She turned and crawled on the bed. When she was on her back, “Now spread your legs,” I ordered.
She complied eagerly, showing me the flesh between her thighs, which was already glistening and swollen from arousal. I want nothing more than to feast on her.
Placing myself between her thighs, I lowered myself until my stomach met the mattress. “How do you like it, luchik?”
She didn’t answer, her brows lowered in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I want to make you come so hard, so tell me what you like. My tongue inside your pussy? Sucking your clit? Flicking my tongue on it? Every woman is different.”
Her mouth worked but nothing came out. Looking a bit embarrassed, chewing her lower lip nervously, I want to bite it myself. Then she spoke up, “I am not a virgin, but I’ve never had anyone down there before.”
I chuckled softly, “Your exes never ate your pussy?”
Blushing from embarrassment, she tries to get off the bed. I immediately wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her up to my mouth. “Too late, princess. Just lay back, let me fuck you with my tongue.”