Page 20 of His Grip

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone sharper than he intended.

Sofia paused, her arms crossing over her chest in a gesture that was equal parts defensive and challenging. “Couldn’t sleep,” she said simply.

She moved toward him, her steps hesitant at first but gaining confidence with each one. Viktor stayed where he was, his tall frame a silhouette against the city lights.

“Is that a problem?” she asked, tilting her head as she stopped a few feet away.

Viktor’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Everything you do seems to be a problem.”

Her mouth quirked, a shadow of a smirk playing on her lips. “Then maybe you should stop paying attention.”

He got closer, his movements deliberate. “You’re making it impossible not to.”

Sofia felt his warmth as he closed the distance between them.

Viktor’s eyes narrowed. His hand reached out, pushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering just long enough to make her tremble in pleasure.

“Careful, Sofia,” he murmured. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I like the heat,” she shot back, but a tremor betrayed the war raging within her.

His hand moved lower, tracing the line of her neck, his fingers skimming over the delicate curve of her collarbone. She didn’t move, didn’t pull away. The scent of her reached him then—something soft and floral, mingling with the warmth of her skin. It was dizzying, a subtle assault on his senses that made it impossible to think clearly. His fingers continued their path, grazing the exposed skin of her shoulder, the silky fabric of her camisole barely a barrier between them.

He shouldn’t do this. Every rational part of his mind screamed at him to stop, to step back, to reassert dominance. But that was slipping through his fingers like water, and all he could think about was the way her lips had felt beneath his in the heat of their first kiss, the way her body had melted underneath him the first time he stroked her pussy. Tentative at first, then yielding. The memory of her softness, the way she had tasted—like honey and defiance—consumed him now.

“What if I do?” she whispered. If Viktor hadn’t been staring at her lips, he might not have made out her words.

The world seemed to still as Viktor narrowed his eyes at her. His hand moved again, this time to her waist, pulling her closer until there was barely an inch of space between them. His other hand cupped her face, his thumb tracing the skin on her cheek with a gentleness that contradicted the storm raging inside him.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he said, his tone raw, almost desperate.

Sofia’s lips parted, her chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm. She didn’t answer, didn’t move, and that quiet was his undoing.

Viktor dipped his head, his lips capturing hers with a force that was both demanding and reverent. The kiss was a collision of everything he couldn’t say—his anger, his need, his obsession.

Her mouth was warm, soft, and addictive. She tasted of something sweet and elusive, and Viktor found himself deepening the kiss, his hands squeezing on her waist as if he could hold her there forever.

She responded, her fingers clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer. The feel of her hands on him sent a string of electricity through his body, every nerve igniting at once. He groaned against her mouth, his hand sliding up her back, the thin silk of her camisole doing nothing to shield him from the heat of her skin.

Viktor’s other hand moved higher, his palm grazing the curve of her breast. Her soft moan spurred him on, his thumb gliding over the sensitive peak through the fabric. The sound she made—a soft, involuntary gasp—was his undoing. He kissed her with such ferocious hunger like he’d been starving all day, waiting for that moment. Before Sofia, the other girls that had been in Viktor’s life were just means to assert dominance, to feel them break under him. But with Sofia, things were a whole lot different. She made him mad with need, pulling him around her finger with such intensity that he didn’t know how to fight against it.

He basked in her soft scent of lavender and roses, allowing it to intoxicate him as he tugged on her lip. Her whimpers made his dick rage, demanding for her pussy. But he wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

But just as quickly as he had given in, he pulled back, his breathing ragged. He pushed her against the sofa in the room and followed after her, her gasps getting muffled by his kiss. Sofia wrapped her hands around his neck, but seemed to be indecisive as she took it off a few minutes later, tracing his chest deliciously and sending tingles up his body. His hands held on to her shorts, and he made to pull them down, but Sofia shook her head at once, stopping him.

“Are you going to do this again, where you fight me away?”

“No,” Sofia whispered. She pushed him off the sofa, and he let her, watching keenly as she went on her knees and unbuckled his belt, all the while gazing up at him from underneath her lashes. He swallowed and bit his bottom lip when she freed his hard dick, springing out of his pants. She looked up at him again, then licked the head with her tongue, sending a brutal wave round Viktor, before taking it into her mouth. He laced his fingers into her hair, guiding her slowly at first as she sucked his dick up and down, increasing the pace gradually. Her hair fell all over her face, and Viktor held it up in one hair, keeping it in place while her head bobbed, the slurping sound filling the room.

Sofia gagged when his dick touched her throat, sending a jolt of pleasure through Victor. He stifled a moan and tightened his grip. Still, Sofia didn’t stop. She took his full length in, sucking in her jaw when she got to the tip to give him more satisfaction. He raked with fervor as he felt a heat go through his body. Victor stiffened suddenly as the intensity peaked until the rush shot out of him. Still, Sofia kept at it, a few droplets landing on her chin.

When it passed, she got up and licked her lips, wiping her chin clean. “This doesn’t mean I am relinquishing my freedom and power to you anytime soon, Viktor.”

Viktor’s heart pounded in his chest, his hand still wound in her hair as he tried to reclaim power. “This is dangerous,” he drawled.

Sofia’s stance didn’t waver. “So stop.”

His lips twisted into a faint smirk, but there was no humor in it. “I don’t know if I can.”

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