Page 94 of Stalk Me

The gathered family members lean forward, examining meticulously prepared evidence. I recognize my influence in her methodology, which leaves no room for argument.

“This was your plan all along?” Antonio’s voice cracks.

Sofia’s eyes meet mine briefly, a flash of triumph passing between us. “I learned from the best, Father. You taught me the importance of family legacy. Now I’m ensuring its survival, just not how you imagined.”

The devastation on their faces is exquisite. They wanted an heir they could control. Instead, they created something far more dangerous—a queen who learned to play their own game better than they ever could.

I gesture to Sofia, and we leave them to absorb their defeat. Leading her to the rooftop terrace, Florence spreads before us like a glittering canvas. Perfect for what comes next.

How fitting that this city, which gave birth to both artistic genius and political cunning, should witness our moment.

“Marry me,” I murmur against her ear, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. Not a question—we’re far beyond such pretense.

“Rule with me,malishka. In Boston.”

She turns in my embrace, those bewitching green-gold eyes alight with triumph and desire. “Are you asking or telling, Daddy?”

I withdraw the ring I’ve carried since Boston—a marquise-cut diamond. “I’m offering you an empire, Sofia.” My thumb traces her lower lip, savoring her sharp intake of breath. “Though we both know I’d wage war across continents if you said no.”

Her laugh rings out, equal parts delight and wickedness. “Good thing I’m saying yes, then.” She extends her hand with imperial grace. As I slide the ring onto her finger, she adds, “Besides, can you imagine the chaos if you tried taking Florence by force?”

“I’d burn cities for you,” I growl, claiming her mouth with mine.

“I know,” she whispers against my lips. “That’s why I love you.”

My ring glints on her finger, a promise of everything to come. Sofia’s eyes sparkle with the same fierce intelligence that first ensnared me. Still, now it’s pointed squarely at me—ready, willing, eager even, to take on the world together.

“You always did enjoy setting things on fire.” Her hands slide up my chest, tracing patterns that ignite every nerve ending. “It’s one of the many things I adore about you.”

“One of many?” I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her scent. “Be more specific,malishka.”

Her hands clutch my lapels. “You know exactly what I mean, Nikolai.” Her body presses against mine, the invitation clear. “You can’t possibly need more flattery.”

“You have no idea the depths of my ego,” I murmur. “It’s insatiable.”

She laughs, and the sound, bright and true, sinks into my bones. “I should’ve guessed. Arrogant devil.”

“Devil?” I tilt her chin up, flashing a wolfish grin. “You make me sound like some mythical creature.”

“Aren’t you? A cold, ruthless...” Her words trail off as my thumb brushes her lower lip, “Mmm, yes?”

“You haven’t even touched the surface, angel.” I tangle my fingers in her hair, drawing her closer. “But I intend to show you.”

Our lips fuse together, burning away the last vestiges of uncertainty, fear, and any doubts we might’ve harbored. Sofia’s mouth is my salvation and my addiction. My hands roam her body, committing every curve to memory. Her response is urgent, our rhythm instinctual as we shed the last remnants of restraint.

I lift her onto the nearby table, eyes never leaving hers. Her ankles lock behind me, her laughter turning to a moan as I rubmy straining dick against her pussy through her panties and my slacks.

I tear at her delicate panties, needing to feel skin against skin. She arches into me, her hips a silent plea. I don’t deny her, ripping the lace and tossing it aside, a trophy for later. My slacks are quickly unfastened, and my cock springs free, throbbing with anticipation.

“Now, Daddy,” she demands, her eyes glittering with challenge.

“Patience,” I whisper, though my body echoes her urgency.

Teasingly, I brush the head of my cock against her slick entrance. Watching her eyes flare as I slowly fill her, inch by inch, until we’re fully joined. She hisses at the intrusion, her head falling back as she clings to me. I give her a moment to adjust, reveling in the feeling of being enveloped by her heat.

“Move,” she begs, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.

I withdraw almost entirely, then thrust deeply, hitting that perfect spot that makes her see stars. Her nails bite into my skin, and I revel in her reaction. I set a relentless pace, driven by her cries and the feel of her tightening around me. Her back arches, offering herself completely as I pound into her. Her pleasure becomes my pleasure, each sensation magnified by her responses.

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