The Edge of Exposure

Sophia’s POV

I stepped into the dining room and froze. Xavier was already there, watching me like he could see everything I was trying to hide.

“Sleep well?” he asked, voice casual, but there was something in his tone.

“Perfectly,” I replied, forcing a smile.

He didn’t move his eyes away from me. “You look flushed.”

My fork slipped. I caught it quickly. “Must be the weather.”

He smirked slightly. “Or the dreams.”

I tried to keep my voice steady. “I don’t dream about you.”

He folded the paper slowly. “Good to know.”

He gestured to the seat across from him. “Sit.”

I sat, but I could feel his gaze drilling into me.

“Anything you want to confess?”

“No.” My voice was sharper than I wanted. “Why would I?”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Because I like confessions.”

I looked away. “You should be careful what you wish for.”

He chuckled quietly. “That depends on who’s confessing.”

Breakfast was a silent battlefield. I escaped to the garden as soon as I could.

A bench, a quiet moment. Until he sat down next to me.

“I have a meeting in the city tonight.”

“And?”

“You’ll stay out of trouble, right?”

“I don’t start trouble.”

He turned to look at me. “But you do like to stir the pot.”

I crossed my arms. “Careful, you might enjoy the heat.”

He smiled, dark and slow. “I notice how you look at me. Pretending you don’t care, but lighting fires in every room.”

“I’m not pretending,” I shot back. “I don’t care.”

He stood, close enough I had to tilt my chin up. “Then why do you shake when I’m near?”

“Maybe I’m cold,” I said, standing too.

He matched me. “Try breaking a rule,” I whispered.

He held my gaze for a long second before stepping away.

I wanted to yell, to scream, but I swallowed it down.

Later that night, I almost did something reckless.

But then I saw her.

A woman. Leaving Xavier’s study. Perfect red lips. The way she adjusted her dress said everything.

Jealousy hit me hard.

So I decided: Xavier wasn’t the only dangerous one in this house. I could be dangerous too.

The storm outside couldn’t match the storm inside me.

I found him in the library. Shirt sleeves rolled up. Whiskey in hand.

“Who was she?” I asked without hesitation.

He didn’t blink. “Tread carefully, Sophia.”

I stepped closer. “I’m not owed your warnings. You walk around like you’ve claimed every part of me with your silence.”

His eyes darkened. “You want explanations?”

“I want the truth.”

He set down his glass. “She’s business.”

“She was adjusting her dress, not her papers.”

His smile was cold. “Sometimes business gets messy.”

“So I’m just a mess to be cleaned up?”

He walked toward me, slow and deliberate. “You are an inconvenience I didn’t expect.”

I caught my breath. “Then make it easy. Touch me, Xavier. Or I’ll find someone who will.”

That was the last thing I said before he was on me.

His hands slammed the bookshelf, trapping me. His breath was hot against my ear.

“You want my touch?” he hissed. “You think that’s what you need?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “I need—”

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“What you need,” he growled, “is to remember who’s in control.”

Lightning flashed.

Then he kissed me.

I gasped. He bit my lip once, then pulled away like it hurt him more than me.

His voice was rough. “This changes nothing.”

But his eyes told me otherwise.

I decided to take a chance, I pulled him closer then kissed him hard. 

He backed me up against the bookshelf, his hands pressing firmly on either side of my head, trapping me in place.

His breath was warm against my ear as he whispered, “I told you to stay in your room.”

“I know,” I said, voice steady even though my heart was pounding.

“But you didn’t listen.”

His eyes darkened as they flicked down to my lips, then back up.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Sophia.”

I tilted my chin up, meeting his gaze. “Maybe I like the danger.”

His fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face, then slid lower to cup my cheek.

“Remember when I told you to stay in your room because it’s not safe outside?”

I swallowed. “I remember.”

He leaned in closer, the space between us shrinking until I could feel his heartbeat against mine.

“And when I said that, I was thinking about more than just the house.”

Without warning, he pulled the hem of my shirt over my head, his hands trailing over bare skin.

I didn’t resist.

“I fantasized about you breaking the rules,” he murmured, voice rough. “About you coming to me.”

His lips found mine, fierce and demanding.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, sinking into the heat of him.

He cupped one breast, pressing it against his chest, then lowered his mouth to it.

“Suck,” he commanded softly.

I obeyed, mouth warm and hungry, feeling the surge of want between us.

His hands moved to my hips, pulling me flush against him as I moaned softly.

When I slid down to my knees, eyes locked on his, I reached for the waistband of his pants.

His breath caught, but he didn’t stop me.

Fingers tangled in my hair as he helped me pull his shorts down, every inch of him electric beneath my touch.

I grabbed a hold of his cock and started stroking it slowly 

“Urghh” Xavie groaned, placing his hand on my head as I bopped up and down on his cock. 

I looked up at him, his eyes were on me as he licked his lips. 

“Sophia…” he groaned, then started thrusting into my mouth. I could barely breathe but I was enjoying it. 

Then hot cum began flowing into my mouth. It tasted salty and it sent a ripple of heat down my stomach. 

I stepped back, trying to breathe but when I looked up, Xavier’s eyes were cold.

I suddenly came to the realization of what I had done. Before i could say anything, Xavier held my arm and forced me up then inched closer, that I could feel his br

eath. 

I felt my pussy already wet when he leaned closer to my ear. 

He took a breath.

“Strip”