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“Who do you belong to?” Confused by his question, I don’t answer him right away, so he repeats it in an authoritative tone.
“Who. The. Fuck. Do. You. Belong. To. Sophia?” he growls, accentuating each word with a hard thrust in between them as he hits that delicious spot deep inside me.
“You,” I say. “You, Max.” Then, I shatter around him.
“And don’t you ever fucking forget that.” He thrusts into me harder. I feel his release deep inside of me. Maxim kisses my mouth, panting.
“Yes, you’re mine, milaya.” He kisses my forehead, then rolls off of me and onto his back. It’s pointless trying to understand his mood swings. My eyes feel heavy. I slowly lose the battle and fall into a heavy sleep.
The alarm on my phone wakes me up. Turning it off, I look at the clock. It's ten in the morning. I still have time before going to have brunch with my mom and sister. I deserve an extra hour of sleep. It’s been chaotic the last few days. Ignoring the urge to get up, I close my eyes and doze off again.
A door opening and closing wakes me up. That’s odd. Neither my mom nor Jenny said they were coming by today. Last night's memories hit me like a ton of bricks. I look to my left, and a mixture of disappointment and relief floods me when I see no one. Maybe I dreamed it, but the delicious ache between my legs says otherwise. Last night was amazing. Deep down, I wish he would have stayed with me. I want someone to wake up next to me. Someone I could cuddle up to, but he’s a man—they fuck and leave afterward.
My body feels sedated. Maybe I should let him fuck me more often. Nothing wrong with that. Maxim already believes that I belong to him. Why not exploit it? I sigh. That would be a terrible idea. I’m not a friend-with-benefits type of gal. I want romance. Not the knight-in-shining-armor kind, but the one that sweeps me off my feet and makes me their whole world. I’ve read too many romance novels. That won't happen, especially not with a mob boss.
Looking back at the clock, I see I slept an extra hour. I need to prepare myself to deal with Jenny today. Since Mom will accompany us, I hope Jenny will take it down a notch or ten. Forcing myself to get up, I head to the bathroom to prepare for the day. After twenty minutes, I step out, wrapped in only a towel. My mind wanders to Maxim and what occurred last night between us. When will I see him again? Do I want to see him again? Does he want to see me again? I laugh.
I was probably just a conquest to him. Guys like him don’t go out with girls like me. It’s impossible not to feel self-conscious around Maxim. For fuck’s sake, the man has a six-pack and a V-cut. What could he possibly see in me?
Stop, Sophia.
I shouldn't think like this. It destroys all the hard work I’ve done for myself. I wish that Luca’s insults and body-shaming wouldn't be engraved in my heart like it is. He destroyed my self-esteem entirely.
“My body is perfect and beautiful,” I repeat this mantra until I feel those words are true.
