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CHAPTER 7

Massimo

I’d gone too far. I was sure of it.

I watched Sofia carefully, looking for any signs of distress or regret, but I saw none. Sure, she was shaky and very clearly overwhelmed, which was to be expected, but she seemed alright otherwise, which was a good thing, I guess.

I shouldn’t have ever laid a hand on her, but it was too late for that now. I should have just dragged her from her apartment kicking and screaming and sent my men for her things in the first place, but now I’d spanked her bare ass, made her come all over my fingers, and fucked her mouth. I couldn’t take any of that back.

Fuck. I still had her panties in my pocket.

Even now, she smelled like sex, with her pussy bare beneath her skirt. I knew her ass was still red underneath the white lacy fabric too. I’d spanked her hard, but what I hadn’t expectedwas her to enjoy it as much as she did. The arousal glistening between her thighs had told me as much.

Her spanking wasn’t up to her, but everything that had happened afterwards had been.

Sort of.

She’d never told meno.

That didn’t mean she was ready to be with a man like me. I should have known better. I could have stopped it and that would have been the end of it.

But I hadn’t, and now I had to deal with the consequences of my actions.

The elevator dinged and I stepped inside it, dragging Sofia with me. She was shaking, and she clutched at the back of my shirt, but when I turned back to look at her, her gaze was cast down.

“It’s alright, Sofia. I’m going to take care of you,” I said softly, and her gaze lifted to meet mine. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds, a brilliant display of colors that captured my gaze and didn’t let go.

I could stare into those eyes all day, every day, and I would still never have my fill.

The elevator dinged again, and the doors slid open. With one last lingering glance, I turned and walked down the hall, Sofia close at my side. When we walked outside, my driver was already waiting for us.

I opened the door for her like a gentleman and watched her slide inside, trying to get in as carefully as possible so she didn’t flash that bare little pussy, but I caught a glimpse of it anyway.

It was fucking gorgeous.

I shouldn’t want to sink myself inside her. I shouldn’t want to steal her virginity for myself, but something inside of me was demanding that I do exactly that.

I had to fight it.

I couldn’t be that man. I was supposed to protect her, not take her innocence for myself.

I slipped in the car beside her, making sure to put a fair amount of distance between us. The quiet hum of the engine started up, the only sound as the car pulled away from the curb. There was still palpable tension between us, but we did our best to ignore it. The drive was quiet, and I glanced at her occasionally, catching her emerald eyes staring out the window, lost in thought.

When we arrived at my home, I opened her door and helped her out. My estate, a sprawling property with high walls and guarded gates, was designed to be impenetrable. As we walked up the steps, I could see the awe in her eyes, mingled with uncertainty.

There had never been any reason to bring her here before, so this was her first time seeing my home. I’d always gone to her and her father at his shop or to their apartment. Marco and I had always thought it best to keep Sofia out of my world, and now here we were, with her thrust right into the middle of it.

“Welcome to your new home, Sofia,” I said, trying to sound more welcoming than commanding. “Anything you need, the servants will get for you.”

She nodded, still taking in the grandeur of the place. The marble floors, high ceilings, and luxurious furnishings spoke of myexcessive wealth and incredible power. I watched her closely, trying to gauge her reaction.

“Is this really necessary?” she finally asked, her voice tinged with the slightest bit of defiance and curiosity.

Good. She was fine. Her sass was back. I almost sighed with relief, but I held it back just in time.

“Yes,” I replied, keeping my tone firm but gentle.

We entered the main living area, and I gestured for her to sit. A servant appeared almost immediately, ready to offer refreshments. Sofia seemed hesitant, but she sat down and took a glass of champagne off the servant’s tray. She stared back at me as she took a sip, likely trying to piece everything together in her head.

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