005

Sofia’s P.O.V

It was extremely awkward. The whole date was.

He either leaned back and stared at me, he was on the phone or the waitress tried every possible means to flirt with him.

The first time she came to the table to take our orders, she faced him then after he ordered, she turned to walk out.

I called her back and she said she would get his orders for us both. I refused because I was allergic then ordered what I wanted. 

The second time she came to our table to check on our night and by our night, I meant his.

She had two button open and her breasts pushed up. Her hair was tied into a ponytail so it wouldn’t cover up her chest mistakenly and she faced him entirely of course.

“Is there anything I could do to reduce the stress of the evening?” She asked with a smile. 

I scoffed. 

“So unprofessional,” I rolled my eyes as I spoke to myself. 

“Like a massage?”

“Like a massage,” I mimicked, forgetting they could hear me. “Why don’t you go bother someone else with your cheap push up bras?”

“Have a good night,” she bowed before clutching her chest ad scurrying off. Only then did I know they heard me. 

My cheeks flushed while he held up a hand. “The cheque please”,

After he paid, we walked towards the car waiting in front of the building, I reached, grabbed and pulled the door open.

I climbed in and slid to the other side of the car and he climbed in right after. “Leave,” he ordered when he shut the door. 

My eyebrow knitted together as I watched the driver climb out, hitting the door behind it. The driver walked to the restaurant and rested against the wall. I turned to Roman.

Immediately, Roman inched closer and grabbed my face. His lips slammed against mine and his tongue pushed past my lips. His tongue dances around the walls of my mouth before meeting with my tongue that welcomed it with a push and pull motion.  

One of his hands slithered down my face, caressing my breasts. He grabbed but the dress fought back. He groaned into my mouth, before letting his hand find the zip and pull down.

I gasped but didn’t pull away. I don’t know why I didn’t pull away, after all I had seen him kill a man. Maybe not watch while he did it but I saw the aftermath.

Plus, I was to marry him. This was my job, right?

Plus, I had never felt heat between my legs like I did now. it throbbed and so did my heart but his hands had taken away the sound of my heart as he caressed my breasts.

His other hand let go of my face and landed on the sleeve of my dress, lowering it slightly down. It revealed my lacy bra that did almost nothing to hide the skin of my breasts and nipples but cup it perfectly and present them to him like a dish on a plate in a 5-star Michelin restaurant.

Slowly, his lips left mine then made its way downwards, placing kisses. It paused at my neck, parting and taking the nook of my mouth in his mouth.

His tongue danced around the area sending a shiver down my skin. I jolted but he didn’t move.

He took it as a go ahead so he sucked harder then he caressed the area with his tongue. He bit down a little right after before placing a gentle kiss there and moving along to my lonely breast. His teeth graced the lacy bra where my nipple rested. 

My body reacted and my legs heat. I crossed my leg but he refused and placed his knee right above my knees parting them. He moved his legs up the short dress till it was inches away from my panties. I brought my legs up, trying to hold myself. 

My hands left the seats, letting my back rest against the door. I let my body give way to him and reached for his hair, sticking my fingers through it. He groaned, one of his hands shooting towards my hands. He grabbed my wrists placed a hand against the other then pressed it against the window. 

I was like a prey at the mercy of the predator. 

His other hand that grabbed my breasts had managed to pull down the lacy bra, allowing his tongue to meet my bare nipple. 

My lips parted and a sound escaped them. “Roman”.

He made an amused sound like this was what he had been waiting for. 

He had a plan and he had achieved it. 

His tongue curled around my nipple. He fondled with it for a while.

A light illuminated Roman’s pocket causing him to pull away. His hands pulled my lace bro up then reached and grabbed the sleeves of my dress.

He pushed it back onto my shoulder. His hand met with my zip and pulled it up. He retreated to the other side of the car while I was left to collect myself.

He reached for the window and tapped a button. The window lowered. He held up his fingers and gestured the driver to return. The driver did and when he got in, he started the car. 

Roman pulled out his phone and pressed it against his ear. “Tell him to wait. I’m on my way”.

He ended the call.

The driver sped down the road while I looked at the trees, trying to distract myself from my et underwear. 

We got to my house in under 10 minutes. 

Roman pulled the same move but this time, he didn’t tell me anything/. I walked out and didn’t turn back. I rushed towards my room. As I did. I could hear my parents arguing down the hall.

They definitely wanted Lucia back. I did too but was I really going I give this unfinished orgasm up for her return?