Page 56 of Broken Deal

Yes. But this is different. The attraction I have for Sophia is intense, wild, and borderline obsessive. This is unknown territory for me, being attracted to someone I’ve already slept with. I’m aware I sound like a total dick right now, butit’s the truth. I sleep with someone once and move on. But with her, it feels all kinds of wrong. Even I have my limit, and I think I’ve met it. Never thought I’d see the day a woman would make me question so much.

I point to the door. “Get inside and we’ll talk about this.”

She glances over her shoulder at the door then turns back to me, fire blazing in her eyes. “No.”

This woman is so incredibly frustrating, I want to scream from the top of my lungs. She just knows how to push the right button sometimes. It’s also what makes her a hundred times sexier, but this isnotthe fucking time to be acting stubborn.

I thin my lips, scrubbing my face in frustration. “You’re seriously going to fight me about this?”

“Lorenzo, the only way I’m going in there is if I know for a fact you’re going tofuckme. Otherwise, I’m not interested,” she spits, crossing her arms.

“Trust me, there’s nothing more I’d rather do than tofuckthe sass out of you,” I retort.

This is what I’ve been wanting, craving—and wishing—for. It’s what I wanted to do yesterday. To fuck her until we had nothing left to give. But she’s having an off day. The vulnerability has been clear since I walked out here. I’m not going to be the asshole who takes advantage of her in her most vulnerable state.

I’m not sure what the hell happened, and I know if I ask her she’s going to deflect. Making her feel good would be, quite honestly, an honor. To make her forget her problems for a moment. It’s what I’m used to doing. It’s why women seek me out. Except, Sophia is different. This feels different forme. I don’t want to give her what I would give to any other random woman. The high of the release will be good,but only momentarily. What she needs is to talk and be open about what’s bothering her.

“I’ll make you feel good under one condition,” I say in a strained whisper. “You need to tell me what happened today.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, taking a deep breath. “Dio aiutami?1,” I murmur to myself. “Stop feeding me that bullshit, Sophia. Something happened, and if you want me to make you feel good, that’s my condition.”

“You called me by my name,” she points out, baffled.

“That should give you an idea of how pissed I am at you right now,” I say, nostrils flaring in irritation.

She holds her gaze on me without saying anything. I look at her expectantly, raising an eyebrow. I’m not going to back down, not on this.

After a beat of charged silence, she stands and walks to the door. Opening it, she turns around, grabs the hem of her dress, and slips it off. I stifle back a groan at the way her peaked nipples are visible through her white-laced bra. The way the wet fabric hugs the swell of her breasts—tempting and perfect. Her lacy white panties are damp, too, leaving nothing to the imagination. My erection is painful against my jeans, and I’m beyond eager to strip away the underwear that’s quickly becoming my undoing.

“You got yourself a deal,” she replies sultrily and walks inside.

I raise a fist to my mouth and bite my knuckles as I try my best to not read too much into this. It’s just one more night. I can make her feel good and move on. Yet I can’t kick this queasy feeling that’s settling in the pitof my stomach. Nerves, maybe? No. It’s something else I have yet to figure out.

I follow her, closing the door behind me. My cock twitches at the sight of her hips swaying as she walks to her bedroom. Her perky, round ass looks perfect, and my hand aches to grab the curve of it and squeeze. To smack her ass until it’s bright red and leave a mark behind. The things I want to do to this dangerous, beautiful woman are too many to count. The thoughts alone drive me to the brink of insanity and to a type of desperate need I’ve never known.

Her hungry gaze travels from my eyes all the way to my chest and my waist. “Would love it if you could get rid of your clothes, too.”

“I bet you would,” I reply smugly.

She rolls her eyes and closes the distance between us by fisting my shirt and pulling me forward. Even through the fabric, I can feel her peaked nipples against me, and my instinct is to get rid of her bra as soon as possible and grab one of them with my mouth, flick it in taunting circles with my tongue until it drives her crazy. But, if she wants to feel good, she needs to talk.

“What happened today?” I ask as my hand reaches her face, tracing her jawline with my index finger.

She closes her eyes, her breathing becoming choppy at my touch. “Family issues.”

My index finger starts tracing her neck now as I bring my lips close to her ears and nip it softly. “You’re going to have to be more detailed if you want more from me.”

A small whimper escapes her lips, and I can’t hide my triumphant smile. Touching her like this will help me figure out what she enjoys for next time. I know she loved how I kissed, bit, and licked her neck yesterday. But I wonder what else drives her wild? I want to study her body. I want to learneverything that brings her pleasure. I want to be the only one who gives it to her.

Where the hell did that last thought come from?

She’s not mine to claim. There isn’t going to be a next time.

I start giving her slow, peppering kisses on her jawline all the way down to her neck. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, and her damn intoxicating scent hits my nostrils when she’s wrapped around me like this. She smells like temptation and my downfall. And I want nothing more than to drown in all of her.

“My sister visited my mom without consulting me,” she says through a shaky whisper.

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