Sophia’s POV:
I stood frozen in my spot, my heart pounding as Ivan’s lips unexpectedly met mine. For a split second my brain struggled to catch up with what was happening. And like I’d finally come back to my senses, I instinctively shoved him hard and he stumbled back, shock written on his stupidly handsome face.
“How dare you kiss me!” My voice was sharp with anger.
His shock seemed to have worn off. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” he said, his voice calm and steady.
“Right, you weren’t thinking,” I retorted, my hands trembling. “You just do whatever you want to, and you do that every single time! Who do you think you are?” I snapped.
He doesn’t say anything before he moves towards me , pretty much erasing any distance between us. I instinctively stepped back, backing away from him, until my back hit the wall. He loomed over me, his breath fanning my face.
My body tenses as my cheeks heat up. “Wh-what are you doing?” I hissed.
He doesn’t respond, only drops his gaze to my mouth and then he moves his gaze back up to mine.
That one movement alone, turned me to a puddle as electricity sizzled down my spine to my core.
“Get out of my way!” I demanded, my voice unsteady as I placed my hands on his massive chest in an attempt to push him away, but he caught them and held them in place. And suddenly, I realize how close I am to him, how our bodies are pressed firmly together, nearly every inch touching.
Every cell pulses in time with my heartbeat, and my eyes travel back down to his mouth where he’s chewing on his pink,
He leaned down to my ears. “You say one thing but your actions say another,” he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
My eyes moved from his lips back to his eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that you want me, solnyshko. I get that you’re upset with me, probably hate me a little but you can’t deny the fact that you want me.”
I hate that he was right and infuriatingly so, despite my efforts to resist him and just be angry at him for being an arsehole, I found myself drawn to him.
But I scoffed, trying to maintain my composure of indifference. “You always think too highly of yourself. Let me go!” I struggled against his grip and it only tightened around my wrists.
He shrugged. “I do,” he confirmed, not to my surprise anyway. “But I know you want this, you want me.”
I could feel my resolve softening, proof that Ivan does make me stupid. Isn’t that like a toxic thing or something?
“…why do you keep pushing me away and denying yourself what you really want?” He continued. “Aren’t we supposed to be over that by now?”
I eyed him incredulously. “You really are an arsehole, how do you fuck my life over and still want me in your bed?” I asked, my voice laced with disbelief, my pulse racing.
His eyes held a dangerous glint. “I’m a selfish man, Princess, I always go for what I want no matter what and for now, you’re what I want,” he replied, his voice low and deep.
I gaped at him as emotions warred within me, as much as I was angry at him, I wanted him to claim me, to put a mark on me or something, to possess me.
I shivered at that thought. What is wrong with me? Ivan’s psycho tendencies must be rubbing off on me.
“…what is on your mind, Milaya?” He murmured, his lips dangerously close to mine, doing nasty things to my insides.
I can’t think straight when he has me pinned to the wall and he’s standing so close I could feel his bulge. I cleared my throat. “Ivan, at least take your hands off and let’s talk.”
In a swift second my hands moved from my sides where he held them firmly, and they were now placed above my head with one of Ivan’s hands.
“Stop resisting me, solnyshko.” This time his lips literally brushed against mine.
My mind screamed at me to push him away, every logic told me this thing between us was toxic, complicated and unhealthy, but my traitorous boys leaned into his.
His tongue teased my bottom lip a little. “Ivan…” I whimpered involuntarily. “You-”
Without warning, his mouth came crashing down on mine as he kissed me again, silencing my protest. This time, there was no hesitation, no uncertainties. Just raw need and lust. He bit my bottom lip softly and I melted into him, letting go of every logical thought I had earlier.
The world blurred, the lit candles around us dimmed, and suddenly there was only him. He shoved his tongue inside my mouth, letting me taste the rich flavor of the champagne we had earlier.
His free hand tugged on the top part of my strapless gown-which barely covered my breast with the way Ivan held my hands up in the air-and instantly, my nipples perked up.
He cupped my breast in one hand, fondling it over and over, making me lose my mind.
Fuck, I could never get over Ivan touching me, it was like he knew my body like the back of his palms, he knew what I wanted, what I liked.
He broke away for air, his eyes bore into me, they were filled with lust, desire. I liked that he was just as turned on as I was.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered against my lips. “I have never been with anyone as beautiful as you are, solnyshko.”
My heart raced, and I could feel my cheeks burn from his compliment. Before I knew it, his lips were back on mine. And I don’t hate it one bit, Ivan’s kisses were out of this world.
Soon I was moaning against his lips as he kissed me hungrily, like he was possessed, making me dizzy with lust.
And somewhere at the back of my mind, I wondered if this was love or madness.
Perhaps it was both.