로그인They had emerged from the tunnel and were now standing beside a pool she had never seen before. A Roman-style pool, free of water, its marble curves and rectangular edges gleaming beneath the sunlight. Wide steps descended into its empty basin, inviting but Sophia sighed away the thought of swimming there. A pool she could have enjoyed. Palm trees lined the area, their fronds swaying in the soft breeze. She hadn’t even known this part of the house existed. Had she known, she would have explored it instead of being cooped up inside, suffering from cabin fever every time she caught sight of the bane of her existence. This place was absolutely beautiful. Imagine what it would look like with the pool filled, the wicker chaise lounges ready for her to stretch out on, and the sun shining down on her. Magnifique. A laugh bubbled from her throat. She knew very little French, but this was one of her favourite words, and it described the place perfectly in a single breath. She
Sophia watched Luca jump down from the ladder, sweat coating his forehead. His hands were shaking, and he wouldn't look at her. He lugged the duffel bag on his back up as the handles slid down his shoulders. “Can you give me that?” He reached for his phone, and although she would have loved to pull her hand back and refuse to give it to him, he looked like he was ready to burst. He was a ticking time bomb. His shoulders were hunched, he sniffed, rolled his neck, and dragged his fingers through his hair. He wasn't himself. In the few months she'd been with him, she'd learned little about him. Maybe not about his personal life, but she'd gotten to know a bit about him as a person. He was an unfeeling human being. A sadistic, ruthless, harsh man. A beast in human form. He got what he wanted and didn't care how he got it. That day in the maze, when he had saved her life so many times, he'd been considerate. But she knew it was only out of respect and obligation to her father, w
“I think we need a torch down there,” Luca said from the top as Sophia’s legs touched the first steps of the ladder in the tunnel. “I don’t want you injuring yourself—” “My phone is dead, and I don’t know where it is. After—” “It’s fine. Here’s mine.” Luca handed her his phone with the torchlight on. He had given her phone back to her, but he had removed the SIM card and restricted her access to the internet by limiting her to the Wi-Fi. He was scared she would call someone and ask for help, and he evidently didn’t want to take that chance. She was unpredictable. He needed her close. These past few months of having her with him had made him want to become a better person. Only for her. “When we leave here, I’m getting you a new one. Don’t worry.” She raised her head and gave him an exasperated look before rolling her eyes and continuing down the tunnel. “Ever since I saw you standing close to my father with a gun in your hand and blood pooling around him, I’ve been worried.
“You did well.” Luca picked up the torn pieces of her panties and held them up in front of her face. Sophia jumped to snatch them from him, but he pulled them away before she could get a hold of them, laughing. “You loved it, didn’t you? Got what you wanted?” She hummed, a pink hue staining her cheeks as she looked away. She was shy, but he wouldn't have that. “Anytime you feel like that, Sophia, don't hesitate to come to me. I will always be at your service. I'm yours.” Just as you are mine. After their little tattletale session, where they'd exposed their thoughts and submitted to their feelings by sucking each other off, they stood up. The air between them grew awkward, and they slipped back into their usual little squabbles. “I... I need to change into something else.” Sophia stepped away from his side, her eyes darting around the room as she prepared to flee his presence. Her body was still on high alert. Everything that had just happened had been a haze, a rus
Sophia's lips opened in a retort, but instead, they were replaced by a choked gasp as she arched her body, her legs limp and numb from the sensation scurrying up in waves from her pelvis to her legs.“Lu… Lu-ca. Stop.”His tongue plunged deeper into her slit, thrusting, flicking, and moving hard against her. His fingers played her clit like a violin. She wailed, his thumb rubbing her clit.Her head lolled to the side, her gaze landing on the duffel bag lying helplessly nearby. Tears slid down her fluttering lashes.This feeling was euphoric. Like she had said, she didn't know if it were only women who felt like this, but she wanted to feel it all the time.She lifted her pelvis as she felt an intrusion into her sex. It was foreign.“Don't,” she moaned.“Shhh. Feel.”He shoved a finger inside her, and she raised her hand, trying to grab onto something. His body was over hers. He thrust slowly, his finger moving in and out, in and out, until she relaxed beneath him.“How do you feel?”
His heart accelerated. An old man would fear a heart attack, but he would gladly die on this hill of Sophia giving him ultimate permission and power over her, even if it was only for a single moment. His eyelids twitched into submission, drooping as he sucked on her stomach. He sat up, his hands remaining still by his sides. They had their own time, and that time was coming. “You just let a hungry animal out of its cage, Sophia.” Their last encounter flitted into his mind, and he shook it off. He would make the most of this and leave her wanting more. Call him whatever you want. He wanted her breathing against his neck, asking more about him. He wanted her always by his side, his name never leaving her lips, just as hers would never leave his until the day his eyes closed for the last time. He wanted her as much as he was obsessed with her. Obsessed with her footprints, her presence, the mere existence of her being close to him, even though they always fought. “Touch me,







