Mag-log inSofia
I didn't want to stand any moment longer so I walked away from the strange man, The pulsating rhythm of the club was intoxicating, the pounding bass echoing through my veins as I tried to drown out the noise in my head. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had seen him before, I knew that eyes from somewhere but I couldn't quite place my hands on it.
"You are back!" Clara slurred. "We are still drinking.”
"I noticed," I replied and tried to shake his thoughts from my head but the more I tried to the worse it got, My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, and I found myself reaching for a glass of alcohol.
"I wasn't expecting you to drink by yourself," Clara remarked with proud eyes as she saw me pick another drink.
"You can never say, "I replied and raised my glass to her while she chuckled, the alcohol burned my throat but I didn't stop, then another, until the room began to spin.
"It's okay, Sofy. You are drinking more than I expected, Is there something you are not telling me?" Clara, alarmed by my reckless behavior, pulled me aside and tried to get me to slow down.
"I want to be alone Clara, let me be," I stumbled away from Clara, I felt my body getting hot, something was warming me from the inside and I decided to blame it on the alcohol. I stumbled out of the club, my senses dulled by the alcohol, and I saw that strange man walking towards his car.
In my inebriated state, I couldn't resist the urge to follow him. The man stopped, his dark brows arching in surprise as I approached him.
"You again," he said, his voice deep and velvety, sending a shiver down my spine.
"I know you," I slurred, trying to maintain my composure. "I have seen you somewhere before."
"You don't know me, sweetheart," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Before he could walk away, I reached out and pulled him towards me, pressing my lips against his. The shock of my boldness seemed to momentarily stun him, but he soon regained his composure and gently pushed me back.
"Ahah! You don't go around kissing strange men, you know," his voice has a mix of amusement and something else I couldn't quite place in the state I was in, Two men moved forward and he raised his hand stopping them and they moved back.
"I don't kiss strangers, I only kissed you." I slurred with a smirk.
"You're completely wasted, What happened?" He looks genuinely concerned
"I couldn't get you out of my head," My words were out even before I could stop myself.
"Be serious," he muttered and I moved closer to him. My hands were slowly tracing his tie.
"I am dead serious, your lips... it looks like I want to kiss them again," I mumbled slowly brushing my lips with his and I noticed how his breath hitched, I ran my tongue at his lower lips and bite him gently, without thinking I kissed him and he returned my kiss with a fervor that left me breathless.
He was a skilled kisser, not that I know much because he is my first but still he was very skilled. I could barely breath when we finally parted, I laughed, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through me. "I wanted to know what that feels like," I admitted, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
The man's gaze darkened, and he took my hand, leading me towards his car. "Tell me where you stay, and I will take you back home." I nodded in disagreement and pulled him to sit with me in the car.
"I don't want to go, let's do something... sinful," my hands roamed his body, exploring the hard, chiseled lines beneath his shirt. The feel of his muscles under my fingertips sent a thrill through me, and I could feel the heat building between my legs, something I had never felt before, It was an intoxicating, sweet, and unexplainable level of ecstasy.
"Don't start what you can't finish, young woman..." he breathes in my ear.
“Try me,” I muttered, he smirked and this time he took the initiative to kiss me, his kiss was intoxicating, a blend of danger and desire that left me breathless. I could feel the intensity of his gaze, the way his hands roamed my body as if he owned me. I was lost in the moment, swept away by the thrill of defying my upbringing and indulging in the forbidden.
I kiss him back fiercely, my lips crushing against his in a display of raw desire. I wanted this, needed it, my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
He groaned into my mouth, his hands sliding up my body, cupping my breasts through my blouse. I arched into his touch, my nipples hardening under his palms. The sensation of being touched so intimately in public sent a jolt of excitement through my body.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking gently, making me shiver. His hands worked their magic, unbuttoning my blouse with practiced ease, revealing my black bra and the swell of my breasts.
"Oh," I moaned, my head falling back against the headrest as his lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear. "Please..."
He chuckled, a deep, sensual sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Please what, my eager little vixen? Do you want me to fuck you right here?
My eyes widened at his words, it seems my senses came back a bit, I pulled away, I felt a pang of guilt and shame, but the man didn't seem to care or didn’t realized but his hands slowly trail around my body and that hotness I felt earlier came back.
“I want to take you. I want to feel myself inside of you." His hands moved to my trousers, pulling them down, baring my thighs to the cool air and all senses I gained went lost immediately. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, I became self aware as I didn’t wear anything fancy but I didn’t stop him, with a swift motion, he tore it away, exposing my glistening pussy to the world.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait any longer." My breath caught in my throat as he wanted to pull out his hard cock from his pant.
"I… I haven’t done this before," I whispered, he looked at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine, and for a moment, I thought he might walk away. But then he smiled, a slow, seductive smile that sent my heart racing.
"Don't worry," he murmured against my lips. "I will make sure you enjoy it."
I gasped as he opened my legs wider, resting on both sides of the headrest, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I felt a moment of panic, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of desire as he lowered his head between my legs, his tongue teasing my most intimate places.
“Oh!” I moaned softly, “What are you doing?”
“Relax and enjoy it,” he muttered and his tongue flickered through my pussy, I felt my eyes lolled back on its own, I had never felt like this before, it was beautiful, my hands gripped the seat, ignoring the fact we were outside as I moaned loudly as he explored my pussy with a skill that left me breathless.
I had never experienced anything like this before, and I found myself lost in the sensations he was creating, I knew at this moment that I was missing a lot. He continued until my body started convulsing, my breathing became raspy and finally my legs trembled, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
I became weak immediately the sensation calmed down, I slowly drifted off to sleep in the hands of a stranger, "You’re mine now sunshine, mine alone,” was the last thing I heard him muttered before I completely fell into darkness.
Sofia His voice was terrifyingly quiet. No hello. No 'are you okay'. Just a demand, cold and sharp as a scalpel.I gripped the phone tighter. "I... I took a cab.""A cab," he repeated, flatly."Yes," I lied, my heart hammering against my ribs. "There were plenty of them outside the hotel. I just jumped in the first one I saw.""You ran," he said, his voice rising slightly, the anger starting to bleed through the ice. "You bit me, and then you ran out into the night like a child having a tantrum.""I wasn't having a tantrum!" I snapped, the injustice of it sparking my own temper. "I was leaving a situation where I was being humiliated! You told me to wait for you, and I found you with her between your legs!""I told you to wait!" Luca roared, the sound distorting the speaker. "I was handling it! But you... You don't listen. You never listen. You just react. Do you have any idea how dangerous it was for you to be alone on those streets? Do you have any idea who was at that party?""I d
SofiaHe looked at me, and for the first time, the humor faded from his expression. He looked offended. "Relax, sweetheart," he said. "If I wanted to hurt Luca, I wouldn't use you. I'd put a bullet in him myself."He slowed the car down, pulling into a scenic overlook that offered a panoramic view of the glittering city below. He put the car in park but kept the engine running."We aren't enemies," he said, turning in his seat to face me. "Not currently, anyway. We are... colleagues with complicated boundaries. He stays in his lane, I stay in mine.""Then why did you pick me up?" I asked. "If he finds out...""If he finds out, he'll be pissed," he agreed with a shrug. "But he's the one who let you run out the door. Finders keepers."He smiled again, that interesting, complicated smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He leaned back against the driver's side door, studying me. "I see why he keeps you around, though," he said quietly. "You're refreshing. You're not tainted by the rest
SofiaThe impact of hitting his chest was like running into a stone wall. It knocked the breath out of me, jarring my teeth, but the hands that steadied me were firm, warm, and terrifyingly familiar.I stared up into the face of the man who had caught me.The last time I had seen him, he had been standing under a streetlamp, shrouded in smoke, watching me shatter against a glass wall thirty stories above the ground.The memory hit me with force, the shame should have been paralyzing. I should have pulled away, covered my face, and run back into the hotel. But the rage that had propelled me out of the ballroom was still coursing through my veins, overriding my self-preservation instincts.I took a half-step back, breaking the contact of his chest but remaining trapped in the circle of his arms. "You," I breathed, the word scratching my throat. My eyes searched his face, the sharp jawline, the dark, amused eyes, the arrogance that clung to him like a second skin. "I remember you."He d
SofiaThe interior of the car was silent, save for the low hum of the engine and the sound of my own shallow breathing.I stared out the window as the city lights blurred, my hands were clenched in my lap, twisting the silk fabric of the emerald dress. The slit on my left leg fell open, exposing my thigh to the cool air of the climate control, but Luca hadn't looked at it since we left the boutique.He reached over, his hand landing heavy and possessive on my exposed thigh. He squeezed, his thumb digging into the sensitive muscle just above my knee."You look dangerous tonight, Sofia," he murmured. "See that you act like it. Don't cower. Don't look down. You belong to me, which means you outrank everyone in that room. Do you understand?""I understand," I whispered, the heat of his hand seeping into my skin.He squeezed once more before returning his hand to the wheel.The Grand Hotel lived up to its name. A live orchestra played something classical and boring in the corner, drowned o
SofiaThe human body is capable of enduring a lot of things. Hunger, exhaustion, physical pain. But the specific, maddening ache of unfinished business? That was a torture all its own.For three days, I had been vibrating.It started in the library, in that split second between nearly shattering and cold. Since then, the frustration hadn't faded; it had calcified. It settled deep in my bones making my skin feel too tight and my temper razor-thin.I sat on the edge of my dorm bed, staring at my phone as if I could will it to ring through telekinesis. "You're doing it again," Clara said, not looking up from her laptop."Doing what?" I snapped, tossing the phone onto the duvet."Vibrating," she said, typing furiously. "You look like a cat that's about to pounce on a laser pointer. Seriously, Sofi, did you drink ten espressos? Or are you just having a breakdown over the thesis?""The thesis is fine," I lied through gritted teeth. "I'm just... restless."Restless was the understatement of
SofiaI shifted in the wooden chair, a sharp wince escaping my lips before I could bite it back. "You okay?" Clara whispered from the other side of the table, not looking up from her textbook."Fine," I lied, keeping my voice low. "Just... a cramp. Sitting too long."It wasn't a cramp. It was the memory of Luca's hand, printed in invisible ink across my skin. My entire body felt like it had been rewired. My wrists throbbed with a dull ache where the silk ropes had bound me. My thighs were tender, the muscles tight from being held open for hours. And sitting... sitting was a delicate operation. My skin was sensitive, raw in the most delicious way, reminding me with every shift of fabric against my flesh that I belonged to him.I looked down at the open book in front of me, and the words swam on the page. I read the same paragraph three times and couldn't tell you a single thing it said. Around me, students were hunched over laptops, typing furiously, they were all so normal. They were
SofiaLouis returned to the room a few minutes later, clutching my phone, he held it out to me, his hand trembling slightly."Here," he whispered. "Your mother was in the kitchen, I took it."I didn't thank him. I snatched the phone from his hand, turning my back on him immediately to power it on.
SofiaThe sting on my cheek didn't fade. It pulsed, a hot, throb that matched the beating of my heart. I stared at my mother, seeing a stranger in the woman who had raised me. Her hand was back at her side, her face composed, as if she hadn't just struck her twenty-one-year-old daughter across the
SofiaThe phone in my hand vibrated again, an angry buzz that rattled against my bones. I stared at the screen. Father.Luca just sat there in the backseat, his eyes fixed on my profile, waiting. I took a deep breath and slid my thumb across the screen."Hello?""Where are you?" My father's voice
SofiaI locked the door to my room, my hands shaking so violently I scraped my knuckles against the metal. It wasn't enough, I grabbed Clara's heavy desk chair and dragged it across the floor, wedging it firmly under the handle.I backed away, chest heaving, until my legs hit the edge of my bed and







