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My hands slide lower, grasping her backside and hauling her tighter against my finger. We both groan at the exquisite contact, and she mewls now, her breaths coming in short pants.

“That’s it, Baby,” I say, as I feel her muscles begin to clench around me. “You’re going to cum.”

“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles, her eyes squeezed tight. And then, I feel her knees give way. I grab her ass with my free hand, holding her up, and curve my fingers ever so slightly, now beating faster, harder, against her G-spot.

And then, her green eyes slam open in surprise with my name on her lips as her orgasm crashes over her, her pussy convulsing around my fingers. I look into her eyes, lose myself in them, as I see pure pleasure, confusion, lust, and surrender seeping through her.

Her entire body begins to tremble, and I hold her tight, leaving my fingers in her until the last waves of her orgasm wash over her.

As she comes down from her high, still quivering, I slowly remove my fingers from her, still holding her close, knowing her knees could buck.

"You're incredible," I whisper, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her flushed face before giving her a soft, quick kiss.

Sofia looks up at me with a soft vulnerability. “I never knew it would be that good,” she whispers.

I stop, the blood gushing to my head. The little doubt I had earlier comes back with a vengeance. “You never knew it would be that good?” I ask, with a frown on my face.

“No.” She blushes. “Or I might have tried being with a man earlier,” she says in her usual sassy way.

“Sofia,” I growl, clutching her arm, forcing her to look at me. “Are you saying you’ve never been with a man?”

She shakes her head, the perfect picture of innocence. “Maybe a kiss or two, but that’s about it,” she admits. “Why, is that a problem?”

My world crashes around me, I swear. And to think she shut me down when I was trying to ask if she’s a virgin. Had I known, even a little, that this was her very first time, I wouldn’t have chosen this godforsaken bar.

She’s not just a one-night stand, after all. Suddenly, I’m no longer in the mood to be here.

I grab her hand and walk toward the door. “We’re going home now,” I tell her, ignoring all her protests.

Chapter 14 - Sofia

The sleek black car slices through the night, its silence deafening. I stare out the window, streetlights blurring past, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my dress. Vlad's jaw is clenched, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. The tension between us is suffocating.

And I’m utterly confused as to why. His fingers were literally inside me moments ago. And now? He seems angry.

"I don't understand," I mutter, more to myself than to him. "Why are you so angry?"

Vlad's eyes flick to me incredulously, like he can’t believe I’m asking this question, then back to the road. He doesn't answer.

I sigh, leaning my head against the cool glass. The memory of our encounter at the bar burns through me—his hands on my skin, his lips on mine. How can he act like this now? Like I'm nothing more than an inconvenience?

Fine,I think to myself.Two can play this toxic, silent game.

We pull up to the house, and I'm out of the car before it fully stops. My heels click against the pavement as I stride to the front door, not bothering to wait for Vlad. Inside, I kick off my shoes, relishing the feeling of carpet beneath my feet.

I need to change, get comfortable, and calm the hell down before we end up in an argument. All I know is that I don’t deserve the silent treatment without at least knowing why he’s pissed.

In our bedroom, I peel off the tight dress, letting it pool at my feet. I grab an oversized t-shirt from the drawer, pullingit over my head. The soft cotton against my skin is a comfort I didn't realize I needed.

I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. With trembling fingers, I remove my wig, setting it gently on the vanity. My natural light blonde hair falls in waves around my shoulders.

"There you are, Sofia," I whisper to my reflection, running a hand through my hair. "The real you."

Feeling calmer, I decide to go and try to have another conversation with Vlad. To ask what changed between then and now. I had a beautiful moment with him, and he’s ruining it with his sour mood.

I find Vlad in the living room, lounging in an armchair, a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand. His eyes flick to me, then back to the fire crackling in the hearth. The silence between us is thick, suffocating.

"Are we going to talk about it?" I ask, my voice sharp as ice.

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