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“Who the hell are you?” His words slice through the steamy air, his icy glare pinning me to the spot.
“Wh-what?”
“What’s your name?” His question almost stops my heart.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
“It’s Sophia…just Sophia,” I manage to choke out. But his large, unforgiving hand is already tightening around my throat, his grip potent with unspoken threats. “Get off me,” I wheeze out, desperately clawing at his hand, trying to loosen his hold. But he’s a mountain to my feebleness, immovable and commanding.
“So, who the fuck is Sonia Brown?” he growls.
His question lands like a bomb between us. Panic bubbles up in my throat, a whirlpool of fear and shock threatening to suck me under. My brain scrambles, a jumbled mess of thoughts fighting to form a plausible response. But no clever excuse materializes. Instead, I stand there, frozen, caught in the headlights of his damning question.
Dear God, he knows.
He fucking knows.
Chapter 30
Sophia
“I…I don’t know,” I whisper, but his suffocating grip on my throat and the intensity of his gaze make it clear he doesn’t believe me.
“So, Sophia,” he growls, his fingers unyielding against my throat. “Or should I say Sonia? You thought you could fool me?”
“I’m…I’m not fooling you, Luka,” I choke out, squirming in his grip.
“Why the fucking lies?” He glares at me, a storm of fury and lust swirling in his gaze.
“I…I…” My voice fails me. His question stings more than the harsh grip on my throat.
“Lies…deception…betrayal,” he spits out, his free hand sliding down my back to my ass, his touch electrifying and threatening at once. “I don’t take them kindly.”
His words hang in the air, punctuated by the dangerous slide of his hand over the curves of my ass. He digs into my flesh, claiming possession with a primal intensity that sends shivers down my spine.
“Did you think you could fool me?” he sneers, his voice a deadly warning that threatens to shatter the illusion of gentleness he’s crafted. His hand slides deeper between my thighs, exploring the wetness that belies my arousal, a damning testament to the effect he has on me.
With a swift movement, he parts my folds and slides two fingers inside me, the rough texture against my slick core making me gasp, the sudden invasion drawing out a low moan. My head falls back, my body betraying me as it molds to his touch.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” His voice is mocking, his lips twisting cruelly as he circles my clit. The intensity of the sensation is overwhelming, and I’m helpless to suppress the whimper that escapes my throat.
His movements become more demanding, his fingers diving deeper, hitting spots within me that have me seeing stars. I can’t help but squirm under his touch, my body writhing in a confusing mix of pleasure and fear. His words, his touch, his presence – it’s all too much, threatening to consume me whole.
The relentless pressure continues in a ruthless rhythm, each thrust driving me closer to the brink of an orgasm I’m not sure I want. And yet, amid the fear and humiliation, there’s a strange undercurrent of desire that has me clutching onto him, begging for release.
His fingers continue their relentless assault on me, each movement pushing me further into the abyss of pleasure. I’m at his mercy, caught in a vicious cycle of fear and need, my traitorous body dancing to his tune. The cruel reality of my situation is all too apparent – I’m completely under his control, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
“I won’t…I won’t do it again,” I plead, my voice barely a whisper. He doesn’t respond, his fingers penetrating deeper, and I gasp, my body responding in spite of the fear.
“Your promises mean nothing, Sophia, or is it Sonia?” He sounds amused, sliding his fingers inside my pussy.
“Fuck,” I let out a whimper. He pushes deeper still, each move amplifying my surrender, dragging more moans from my trembling lips.
Without warning, he pulls away, leaving me cold and empty.
“Please…Luka.” My breath hitches in my throat, the unexpected absence of his touch causing a twinge of disappointment that I’m quick to suppress.
