LOGINSofia
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.
SofiaThe private elevator doors slid open revealing the dimly lit interior of Luca's penthouse. "We have an hour," Luca said, checking the watch on his wrist as he strode toward the master bedroom, unbuttoning his cuffs."The meeting is at the Emerald," he threw over his shoulder. "It's a formal sit-down with The Commission.""A meeting?" I asked, following him, "I thought you were taking me to see the grit.""The grit is often wrapped in silk, Sofia," he said, stopping at the bedroom door and turning to face me. His eyes swept over my black leggings and hoodie, "Tonight, you are walking into a room full of apex predators. If you look like a student, they will eat you alive. I need you to look like the woman who holds the leash."He pointed to the vanity. "Everything ready, Sofia?"I turned back to him."The rule stands," he said, his voice dropping to that register that made my thighs clench. "No panties. I want to know that while you're shaking their hands, you're bare for me."For
SofiaThe door to my room clicked shut behind me, I stood there for a moment, gripping the handle of my rolling suitcase, breathing in the scent of our dorm room.I looked around. "You're alive."The voice came from the bed by the window. Clara was sitting there, her legs crossed, a textbook open on her lap, but her eyes were locked on me. She looked me up and down, scanning me like I was a biological specimen she needed to dissect."Barely," I whispered, letting go of my suitcase. Clara slammed her book shut and tossed it onto the floor. "Lock the door."I turned the deadbolt.Before I could even turn back around, she was on me. She grabbed my arm and dragged me toward her bed, pushing me down onto the mattress. "Spill," she commanded, her eyes wide with a mix of worry and thrill. "Every single detail. If you leave anything out, I will end you, Sofia. I swear to God. Louis has been moping around campus like a widow for a week. Sofi. You look... different.""Different how?""You look
SofiaI stood in the bathroom at the back of the plane, staring at the pile of clothes on the vanity. I picked up my panties, and my hands trembled slightly as I pulled them up my legs.The moment the elastic band snapped into place, the fabric rubbed directly against the raw, tender skin of my inner thigh. I hissed, a sharp intake of breath through my teeth.The fresh tattoo Luca had carved into me less than twelve hours ago was angry and swollen. The friction of the cotton felt like sandpaper on a sunburn, it throbbed with every small movement.But instead of wincing, a slow, secret smile curved my lips. I liked the burn.It was a constant, stinging reminder. It was Luca's voice whispering, "Mine." It was a secret tether that connected me to him, hidden right where my legs met, a place no one in my "real" life would ever see.I dressed quickly, covering the secret, and stepped out of the bathroom. Luca was waiting for me in the main cabin, standing by the door as the pilot taxied to
Sofia The sun was bleeding into the ocean, a massive hemorrhage of crimson and violet that signaled the end of the world or at least, the end of our world.It was our last night.Tomorrow morning, the jet would be waiting we would be carried back to the suffocating reality of the city. I lay on the massive bed, naked, my body tangled with Luca's. I traced the line of the black ink on Luca's bicep, a complex, geometric design that disappeared into his armpit. My finger followed the raised skin, memorizing the texture."I wish I could peel this off," I whispered, my voice sounding small. "I wish I could peel off this whole week and wear it like a second skin under my clothes."Luca shifted, capturing my hand. He brought my knuckles to his lips, his stubble grazing my skin. "Why?" he asked, his dark eyes catching the dying light from the terrace."Because I'm afraid," I admitted, rolling onto my side to face him. "I'm afraid that the moment I step off that plane, the girl I am right now
Sofia The sun was beginning its descent, and I walked beside Luca, my bare feet sinking into the coarser, darker sand of the secluded cove on the north side of the island. The cliffs here were jagged, rising like black teeth against the sky, creating a natural amphitheater that blocked out the wind and the rest of the world.I was naked, the rule still stood.By now, day four, the shame had evaporated. I walked with my head up, the sea breeze cooling my skin, Luca was wearing loose linen trousers, rolled at the ankles, but his chest was bare. In his hand, he carried a hard, black polymer case.He stopped near a large, weathered piece of driftwood that had washed up near the base of the cliffs, he set the case down on a flat rock."Here," he said.I stopped, watching him. The air felt different here, he clicked the latches open. Inside, nestled in dark grey foam, lay a gun.It was black, sleek, and terrifyingly modern. "Beretta 92FS," Luca said, "Reliable. It won't jam if you get sand
SofiaThe morning sun on the island was unforgiving. I sat at the small bistro table on the deck, peeling a mango with my fingers, completely naked. The stone beneath my bare feet was already warm, and the breeze lifting my hair was heavy with the scent of salt.Across from me, Luca leaned back in his chair, drinking espresso. He was naked too, his legs spread casually, looking like a pagan king surveying his domain.I couldn't stop staring at his torso. I had felt the ridges of his scars under my fingertips in the dark, but seeing them was different. There was a jagged white line running down his ribs. "You're staring," he said, peering at me over the rim of his cup."I'm reading," I corrected, reaching across the table to touch the jagged line on his ribs. My fingers brushed his warm skin, and his muscles twitched instinctively beneath my touch. "What was this one?"He glanced down, unbothered. "Knife. A disagreement in a warehouse in Naples about six years ago. The other guy was fa







