Sophia’s POV
“Why not?” Ivan asked, chest heaving up and down as he tried to steady his breath.
I said nothing as midnight-blue eyes bore into mine. I moved to adjust my dress. His hands grab mine, “Leave it!” He snarled, roughly unbuttoning and removing his tuxedo jacket. Then he tossed it on the desk.
“Ivan…” I protested weakly. “We really can’t do this,” I pleaded.
He ignored me and rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, revealing those tattooed forearms I liked a little too much. Then he grabbed my waist bringing me closer to him. “You don’t want me, is that what you’re saying?”
“Ivan, no, that’s not-”
“Do you want me or not?”
“I do, but-”
“Now you’re talking,” He said, moving his hand in between my thighs. I whimpered when he pushed my panties aside and a finger grazed my clit.
“Spread your legs for me, detka.” With my sense of reasoning momentarily forgotten, I spread my leg further, giving room for his hand. His thumb teased my swollen and wet clit and I shivered involuntarily.
“Shh,” He whispers in my ear. “I’ve got you, princess.” His eyes met mine and in that moment everything seemed nonexistent to me as everything around us blurred.
Ivan dropped to his knees in front of me. He pushed my dress up further, exposing the lower half of my body and he tugged my underwear down in one go. “Place your legs on my shoulders,” He ordered. And I obeyed, immediately.
“Good girl,” He crooned.
I whimpered and moaned at the first swipe of his hot tongue against my sensitive clit. “Please,” I begged.
“Please what?” He asked hoarsely.
In response, I tried to push up my hips to meet his mouth, but he firmly held me in place. “You have to use your words. You want me to tongue fuck this greedy cunt of yours?” He teased. “You missed me tongue fucking you until you come? Say it.”
I panted hard, the anticipation of feeling his tongue on me again, was making me breathless, like I’d been running for miles. “Yes, please. I want your mouth on me, Ivan,” I begged.
“Fuck,” He growled as he pushed my legs further apart and leaned in to take my clit into his mouth. He focused on it, licking and sucking until my moans and whimpers increased. I writhed and bucked. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth on me, I wanted him to devour me, if possible.
Fuck he was so good at this.
When he started flicking his tongue rapidly on my clit, I saw stars, and my back arched as pleasure climbed higher and high.
He turned me into a whimpering, sobbing mess. The sensation was almost too much but just right. Then he slid two fingers inside me, while his tongue worked me over. He flicked my clit faster and harder while his fingers fucked me. Hard.
Heat pooled at my abdomen and I cried out as my orgasm slammed into me, hard, my pussy clenched and pulsed really hard around his fingers. I was still shaking when he pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean. Savouring the taste like it was some delicious dessert.
He picked up my discarded underwear and gave it to me, before helping me pull down my dress. “Ivan,” I whispered. He’s rearranged his dress shirt and put on his tux jacket now, the smart thing to do would have been to leave right now. But I wanted to kiss him for the last time.
Yes, the last time. I’d made up my mind not to get swayed anymore. We would have to stop seeing each other.
I smashed our lips together, kissing him lightly. Soon he was tonguing me ruthlessly, spreading the taste of my juices all over our mouths.
I told myself it was time to end this. So I pulled back from the kiss, gulping down air. “This is really the last time, Ivan. No more,” I said firmly.
“Really?” He eyed me like I’d said the most ridiculous thing.
“It’s the right thing to do,” I explained. “Why are you even here? You weren’t invited. My father would be upset if he knew you’re here, he could find a way to expose you this time.”
For a moment, he didn’t reply. “Why didn’t you tell the police that it was me who kidnapped you?”
I was short of words. I didn’t expect him to ask and I certainly didn’t know how to answer that. “Does it matter?” I countered.
“Answer me.”
“I don’t know!” I snapped.
We stared at each other for seconds. Tension filled the room, it was almost suffocating. My heart was beating so fast, I was worried he could hear it also. Time stretched but none of us said anything.
“Fuck,” Ivan cursed before capturing my mouth again. I let it go on for a few seconds and I tore my mouth away from his.
“Stop, Ivan, please,” I whispered hoarsely. “I’m getting married.”
I felt a pang of guilt. God, I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have done this. It wasn’t fair to Harry.
“And?” Ivan asked.
I gave him an incredulous look. “I’m already engaged to Harry, and this,” I gestured between us. “It’s cheating, I don’t want to keep indulging in it.”
His expression was blank and I didn’t know how to feel about that. “He’s great, sweet and kind.” I avoided his gaze. “And I really like him a lot.”
He had the nerve to laugh. “Your body says otherwise.”
I glared at him. “I hate you, you’re so annoying.”
He looked even more amused now. “Is that what you tell yourself, princess? You couldn’t keep your hands off me the moment we got here.”
“That’s… I-I I’m messed up because you kidnapped me. It’s just stupid codependency or some bullshit Stockholm syndrome stuff, it will go away, I have a therapist,” I defended.
“Stockholm syndrome and codependency?” His voice was tight.
“Yes,” I said defiantly, lifting my chin. “If it wasn’t the case I never would have jumped you the moment I saw you. I just cheated on my partner with you and that’s because I’m not okay!”
“Why are you marrying him? I’m sure you barely know him.”
“That isn’t any of your business,” I snapped. I knew I was being aggressive. But how could I not? He was hitting the nail right on the head with every statement and it pissed me off. I felt embarrassed and guilty and even with all that. My body was drawn to Ivan.
“True, but your body knows it belongs to me anyway,” He said in a matter-of-fact tone. Then to prove his statement, he leaned in closer as if he were attempting to kiss me. And my body betrayed me, I shivered as his breath ghosted my skin.
“I’m barely touching you, milaya and you’re trembling. You’re mine and so is your body,” he whispered in my ears.
“No,” I croaked out weakly.
“No?” His lips cracked into a smug smile.
“Does your body respond to his touch, the way it responds to mine?”
I lowered my gaze and my cheeks felt hot.
He lifted my chin so I could meet his gaze. “He hasn’t touched you yet.” He chuckled darkly. It wasn’t a question. He’d figured it out.
“Fuck you,” I whispered. “Why are you doing this?” I asked weakly as tears stung my eyes. “Why do you care if I fucked him or not? I was merely a pawn to you, a medium to have your revenge against my father. I am no longer in your mansion where you can use me merely for your pleasure.” A single tear rolled down my cheek.
He pulled back, like I was on fire and he was avoiding me. “Yes, you’re right. You are of no use to me anymore, I can handle your father with or without you.”
I fought hard to hide the pain his statement caused me. I wiped tears off my face. “Please go,” I begged. “Don’t ruin things for me, this marriage is important to me, Harry is too.”
Ivan’s jaws ticked from the way he clenched them hard. “I have better things to-”
“Interesting,” A voice interrupted, startling me. I instinctively jumped far away from Ivan.