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Breakfast was still on the counter since I’d sent the staff away. I dipped her nipples in fresh whipped cream, licking and sucking until I devoured every drop. By the time I kneeled before her, I was panting. But I was not done. I drizzled honey across her glistening slit, closing my mouth over her clit and sucking until I’d licked her clean.
When she came for me, Sofia screamed my name, and it was music to my ears. Afterwards, I carried her to the shower and finished the job, fucking her standing up against the glass tile wall.
I’d been staying up to date with business, taking a few phone calls here and there with Andres. After that, I spent all my time with her. At first, I thought she’d been kidding about this no sleeping with me rule of hers. Yes, I fucked up. I hated to admit it, but I did. In my proposal, I had assumed sex and sleep were the same. But Sofia, ever the shrewd female, corrected me. Me. Imagine that?
I was the Dark Wolf. I had built my reputation on being ruthless and violent, unhinged in my need for total obedience and my lust for vengeance if crossed. Unhinged, some had said. Even now, in my suit and tie, I made grown men tremble when I entered a boardroom. But she did not fear me. Zaika moya was a brave little bunny, facing off with wolves.
So I made a new deal. If I fucked her hard enough, long enough, wore my Zaika out, then she would remain in my arms all night. Each night, it was a test. Sometimes I did not stop fucking her until the sun came up. My single hope was she would be too exhausted to crawl out of bed to the spare room across the hall, which she’d taken as her own. It was all I could do not to crawl in after her. But Sofia was an early riser as well. When I went to work out, she was at her laptop, working on her manuscript.
I was dying to get my hands on it, but she told me no, and so far, I respected her wishes. Sofia was a puzzle to me. Full of so many quandaries and complexities, and I was determined to sniff out all her secrets. It was the only way I’d be cured of my unholy obsession with her. At least, that was the hope. So far, each thing I learned only led to more questions that needed answering. Like, how did she know so much about so many things?
She was younger than me, but her mind was amazing. She knew interesting factoids about vastly different subjects, from mythology to architecture and local history. We’d been playing tourist the last few days, and I had to admit it was fun. For over twenty years, I’d lived in this city, but I’d never gone to the Statue of Liberty or the Museum of Natural History, or MOMA. Modern Art was not exactly my forte, but Sofia found excitement everywhere.
We walked for miles, even in the snow, looking at things, talking, exploring. She was a gem. A real wealth of information, my favorite were all the little places she knew that sold delicious little delicacies. The women who traveled in my circles did not eat in front of men. Most looked like they did not eat at all.
But not Sofia. She was superb in every way. Thick thighs, soft belly, fantastic tits, and an ass that filled my hands. She looked exactly how a woman should. And she felt even better. All that silky softness against my hard body, all that wet warmth surrounding me.
“Fuck,” I growled.
My cock sprang to life as my thoughts lingered on her, and I was tempted to jerk off, quiet my raging lust. I adjusted myself, refusing to give in to the temptation to fuck my hand like some teenaged boy. That was another reason I wanted her to sleep with me. I wanted to wake her up with my face buried between her thick thighs, warming her pussy with my tongue and lips. I wanted to tuck her against my body, caging her in as I fucked her from behind before I was even awake.
Yes, I was mad with desire. Unhinged. There was that word again. Maybe it was this game she was playing. Holding out on allowing me to sleep beside her. True, I’d yet to make her stay. I would, though. I was a patient hunter. I got out of bed and stretched, grabbing my workout gear, scrolling through my phone as I went.
“Dammit,” I murmured as an urgent message came through.
Andres emailed me with an urgent request from Matthew Castle. It seemed the businessman would not be put off. He wanted to meet with me, and not my brother, and he’d suggested cocktails and dinner tonight at eight. I would have tried to get out of it, but this was important. Frowning, I tugged on my pants and shirt and slid my feet inside my sneakers.
Sofia was on her laptop in the living room, a tray of coffee and biscotti beside her as she typed away. I paused, admiration filling me as I watched her work. She was so beautiful. Her soft features seemed even prettier without paint and glitter. Those precious velvet eyes of hers narrowed as she typed with such dedication.
“Good morning,” she said, without looking at me, and I could not help my smile.
She was so polite. So pretty. So soft.
“Morning, Zaika. I’m going to the gym.”
“Okay,” she replied, distracted.
“We have a dinner party tonight. Cocktails first. Be ready at four.”
“Won’t you be back before then?” she asked, and this time she looked away from her screen.
I felt ridiculously pleased that she wanted to spend time with me. At least, that was what I’d hoped. So, I decided another tactic might be in order. Make her wait. Not be so desperate for her. I was the Dark Wolf, not a puppy needing attention from its master.
“No. I will send a car for you. Wear the silk,” I ordered, counting on her to know which dress I meant.
Then I left, hoping I was strong enough to stay away from her for the rest of the day.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SOFIA
Adrik had left the penthouse hours ago. It was the perfect opportunity for me to get some basic housekeeping done. I had my book, and it was coming along great. And I needed to call Nonna. But for some reason, all I could do was think about the big bastard.
I had to admit the last few days were not at all horrible. I mean, the man was an exemplary lover. He was attentive, smart, and every time he smiled, which was rare, I felt a ridiculous sense of pride. Like I wanted to crow look what I did, I made the man smile to the whole world. I didn’t, but I wanted to.
This entire thing was surreal. I was not a femme fatale and men did not move mountains to be with me. But Adrik had certainly manipulated this to his advantage. I couldn’t fathom why a man like that was interested. I mean, sure I was pretty. Not spectacular. Not model pretty. But I was attractive, even if I was overweight.
I’d never be skinny. It was just one of those things. I was healthy. I ate fish and vegetables, cooked with olive oil, and tried to walk at least two miles most days. I’d been raised in a good family. Even with the heartache of my mother’s death and my father’s spiral into alcoholism, Nonna had been there for me. She was a wonderful surrogate for my mom. The building Nonna owned was filled with family, aunts and uncles and cousins, who were my first best friends. My childhood was fairly normal.
