Page 90 of Stalk Me

“Look at me.” My voice is a low command, one she instinctively obeys. Her eyes, luminous in the low light, lock on mine as I enter her. “That’s it, my good girl. Hold my gaze.”

I thrust deep, claiming her. Her back arches off the bed, and she bites her lip to hold back her cry. “Daddy,” she moans, her nails digging into my skin.

I groan as she tightens around me, her every fiber thrumming with need. I want to spill myself into her, brand her as completely mine. But this word, this request, demands something more. I need to see her fly apart for me, her barriers shattered.

I reach between us, my thumb finding her swollen bud. “You’re so wet for me. So tight. You like it when I call you my good girl, don’t you?”

She nods frantically, and I reward her with a sharp slap to her ass. She cries out, her eyes never leaving mine. “Again, Daddy.”

“So demanding, my beautifulmalishka. But you haven’t come for me yet. Have you forgotten your manners?” I taunt her, even as my fingers circle her sensitive nub, even as I know my teasing strokes her toward the edge.

“Please, Daddy,” she begs. “Please let me come.”

“Come for me. But remember who you belong to. Remember who makes you feel this way.”

The command tears an orgasm from her, her body arching as she shatters around me. Her walls clench and release, pulsing with her orgasm. I shatter right along with her, releasing my seed deep inside her as I roar her name.

We lie tangled together, my forehead resting against hers. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair wild, and her eyes shine bright with unshed tears. My beautiful Sofia.

I trace my fingers along Sofia’s spine as our breathing steadies. Her skin is flushed and warm beneath my touch. “When did you figure out Antonio was lying about his health?”

She stiffens against me, then props herself up on one elbow. Her eyes narrow. “How long have you known?”

“Alexi obtained his medical records yesterday. Perfect health.” I cup her cheek, studying the calculated shift in her expression. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

“You had no right to access those records.” Her voice carries an edge of steel that makes my cock stir again.

“I have every right to protect what’s mine.” I tighten my grip on her hip. “You’ve been playing them,malishka. Leading them exactly where you want them.”

“Like you played me? With your cameras and surveillance?” She presses her palms against my chest in resistance, but I cage her against me.

“That was different.”

“Was it?” A dangerous smile curves her lips. “At least I learned from the best.”

The casual way she wields that truth, sharp as any blade, sends desire coursing through me. My wild girl has learned to hunt, indeed. The power suits her and how she carries herself now, the calculated grace in her movements. She’s embraced her Castellano blood with natural ease.

“You’re angry that I investigated your father.”

“I’m angry that you didn’t tell me immediately.” She traces a finger down my chest. “We’re supposed to be partners, Nikolai.”

“I could say the same thing,malishka.” I brush her lower lip with my thumb. “When did you discover the truth? And why didn’t you tell me?”

Sofia’s eyes flash with defiance, but a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Yesterday afternoon. I found his records in Mario’s study.”

“You broke into his study?” Pride surges through me at her initiative.

“The door was unlocked.” She shrugs one elegant shoulder. “He really should be more careful with sensitive information.”

I can’t help but laugh, pulling her closer. “And you didn’t think to share this discovery with me?”

“I wanted to see how long it would take you to tell me.” Her fingers trail down my chest. “I suppose we’re both guilty of keeping secrets.”

“We are.” I capture her wandering hand, bringing it to my lips. “No more secrets between us, Sofia. Not anymore.”

She molds herself to my chest, tension dissolving. “I love you, Nikolai. Despite your ridiculous need to control everything.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. Three simple words that change everything. All my feelings are poured into the kiss. Her tongue seeks mine in response as she presses closer.

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