Sophia’s POV:
The engagement party was bubbling with music and loud chattering from both people I knew and people I didn’t know, which were a larger percentage of the crowd. And to be honest it looked like an event for the rich to make more connections than an actual engagement party. I’d left the preparation to the event planners Dad’s secretary, Rosie had hired.
I left Nick and Daisy to their bickering and isolated myself. I wasn’t in the mood to socialize with anyone even though it was my engagement party. Hell, my engagement party was the sole reason why I was in a terrible mood. It served as a reminder that this marriage was really happening whether I liked it or not.
My chest ached a little from the thought of being trapped in an arranged marriage. I wasn’t into fairy tales or anything, but I thought I’d marry whoever I wanted, someone I at least liked and in my own time. Harry was a good man, sure, we’d become friends these past few weeks but even that didn’t make this any easier.
“Hey.” Harry’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I was so out of it, I hadn’t realized he was done chatting with his family and friends.
I turned to him with a smile. “Hey.”
“You seem off, are you okay?” He asked softly, his pale blue eyes filled with concern.
I smiled as brightly as I could despite feeling shitty. “I-”
“Congratulations.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up at the sound of that familiar voice. No way, he couldn’t be here. How? That’s not possible.
Swallowing I turned toward the voice.
It really was Ivan.
I gawked as he stood there, looking as breathtaking as ever, his stubble was well-groomed and his hair seemed to have grown longer in the past weeks was slicked back away from his face. His angular jaw looked even more prominent. His black tuxedo fitted his tall and muscular frame so well, he could be a model.
“Oh, thank you,” Harry replied politely as they shook hands. “You’re Ivan Kozlov, I’ve heard quite a lot about you. You’ve been doing an amazing job for the less privileged.”
Ivan smiled as he gave Harry a curt nod. “Thank you, it’s the least I can do. You’ve been doing a great job too. It’s nice to meet you in person,” he said calmly.
I watched them both exchange pleasantries like two old friends, I still couldn’t speak, it was like my tongue got stuck. I knew I was being rude by not speaking up and just flat out moping but I just couldn’t say a word.
“Sophia,” Ivan said flatly, not the least bit surprised to find me standing there affected by him. He stretched out his hand for a handshake, but I stared at it instead. I couldn’t help remembering the way they’d touched every part of me.
Harry’s arm came around my shoulders and he tugged me closer. “Hey…” He whispered, probably uncomfortable for my unusual action.
I cleared my throat. “Ivan, what a surprise.” I took Ivan’s outstretched hand into mine. My stomach flipped at the contact, and old memories came flooding. I quickly snatched my hand away from his.
“You’re getting married,” He said tightly. Like he was… pissed? No, I must have misheard him.
“How do you two know each other?” Harry asked, bursting our bubble of awkward silence.
“He’s a business partner and an old friend,” I said quickly before Ivan could answer.
“Impressive,” Harry said thoughtfully. “Well, I’ll leave you two to catch up. I need to talk to the foreign secretary about something important.”
Oh God, no. This is a disaster. “Okay, sure,” I said instead.
“Miss me, Milaya?” Ivan asked softly after Harry left. “You’re as beautiful as ever,” he said calmly and lifted a finger to touch my cheek. I shivered visibly and I immediately jerked away from the contact.
I hated how I reacted to Ivan, it was embarrassing. “You’re not supposed to be here,” I said, hoping my voice wasn’t shaky but firm. “Has my father seen you?” I asked as my eyes darted around in search of Dad.
“Let’s talk somewhere private, luchik.”
Somewhere private? Privacy was the last thing I needed. I needed to be far away from Ivan. I needed to be supervised around him. It was taking everything in me to not just throw myself at him right here and now. In front of everyone. I had no idea how much I’d missed him until now.
Against my better judgement. “Follow me,” I said softly. I moved ahead of him, feeling his gaze on me as it moved from my head to my heels.
We stepped into one of the dark rooms upstairs. Ivan closed the door behind him and strode toward me.
One second he was in front of me and the next I pulled him toward me and slammed our lips together. His hands were all over me. He grabbed my face as his wet, hot tongue assaulted my mouth and his stubble scraped my skin.
I’ve missed kissing him, so fucking much. God, it’s illegal for anything to feel this good. My legs shook violently as he sucked and bit my bottom lip, teasing it with his tongue afterwards. He moved one arm to my waist and pulled me closer to him, so close I could feel his hard cock. Heat pooled from all over my body and settled in my core.
I was sure my legs were going to give out with how hard he was kidding me so I hooked my arms around his neck and reached up on my toes, meeting every thrust of his tongue. I kissed him back as fiercely as he was kissing me, allowing myself to drown in the moment.
Ivan lifted my dress and pushed me up on the desk in the room then he spread my legs apart as he stepped in between them. He let his fingers glide in between my legs. And I felt myself getting wetter as he deepened the kiss, pressing his trouser-clad hard cock against my inner thighs.
His lips moved from my lips to my jaw and down to my neck. He sucked on the sensitive skin of my neck just right under my ear, pulling a moan out of me.
“Still my horny little slut,” he grunted against my neck, his hand sliding in deeper between my legs as he cupped my wet pussy through my panties.
“You miss this don’t you?” He asked huskily.
I nodded.
“No, solnyshko. I want to hear you say it. Tell me you miss this, tell me how much you miss my hands in your wet, slutty cunt.” He was panting hard, his voice drenched with lust.
I moaned, pushing my pussy against his fingers, I needed him to touch me so badly. “I missed this so much, I masturbated to memories of you fucking me, playing with my pussy. Fuck, Ivan, touch me, please.”
He smiled smugly. “You touched yourself thinking about me?”
I could feel my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. I didn’t mean to admit that.
His lips slammed into mine again, not waiting for a reply to his question. With his lips on mine, I quickly forgot about feeling embarrassed.
This… kissing him and letting him touch me this way was all that mattered at this moment. I am certain, no man will ever be able to touch me like Ivan does. Hell, I didn’t even want anyone else touching me, not even my husband-to-be, Harry.
Oh God, Harry.
I tore my mouth away, panting hard, “Wait,” I protested as he tried to kiss me again. “Stop, I-I can’t. We can’t do this anymore.”