Page 18 of Vanished in Vegas

“You can have me.”

“Fuck me.”

CHAPTER NINE

SOFIA

Insanity. Fucking insanity would be my plea if what happened next ever left this room. It was like my body was possessed. I should be in fear for my life. The man had me kidnapped by his goons. Yet, fear was the last thing on my mind. I craved Antonio like something fierce. The way I felt towards him at the wedding was nothing compared to now.

When my chair had turned and I came face-to-face with him, my entire world seemed to stop. The universe had crossed our paths again. It was as though fate was hinting at me that Antonio wasthe one.

And now as I straddled his lap so many intense raw emotions flooded through me. And not a single emotion told me to run from him. They all screamed for me to give myself to him completely.

“Sofia,” Antonio moaned, grabbing my hips. “I thought you wanted answers?”

“Later,” I whimpered. The need for him was growing too strong. “I need you now.”

“But what about–”

I didn’t let him finish his sentence. Talking was the last thing I wanted to do. My lips crashed against his. My tongue greedily pressed past his lips and into his mouth. I worried he might push me away, but I needed him.

His arm wrapped around my waist, his tongue stroked mine tenderly. The taste of coffee and caramel exploded in my mouth. I moaned into his mouth as my body melted against his.

My hips circled slowly matching the pace of our kiss. Antonio’s hands pushed my hips downward, pressing his hard-on against the very spot I needed him. My pussy throbbed and ached to be filled.

“Please,” I whimpered absently.

“So fucking sexy,” Antonio growled. He nipped at my bottom lip and tugged gently. I sucked in a sharp breath as desire and warmth filled my core.

“Antonio, please,” I begged.

“Are you sur–”

I bit his bottom lip hard. He slapped my ass. I winced from the pain and throbbed from pleasure all in one breath. It was the most erotic feeling I had ever experienced.

“Either…” I pulled away just enough to look him in the eye, “Either fuck me now or find someone who will.”

The look in his eyes shifted from lust-filled to predator ready to devour their prey.

“I’m going to fuck that pretty little pussy until you vow that it’s mine.”

He might as well have opened a cage to a pack of wild wolves. I came unglued by his words. I grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulled it up and over my head, then removed my bra. My breasts bounced inches from his lips teasingly.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he watched me stand up and make waste of my shoes, socks, and pants. Now, I stood in front of him with only a black lacy thong.

“Ball is in your court, Mr. Berlusconi,” I said vixen-like.

Antonio stood and quickly undressed. My mouth gaped open with each inch of skin he bared. The man was the definition of perfection. I wanted to lick every inch of his body… twice.

When he slid his pants down and his cock sprung free, I swallowed hard. Antonio was huge.

“Fuck,” I breathed, staring down at his hard-on.

Antonio grabbed the base of his shaft. My mouth watered as I watched anxiously, hoping for a taste.

“Like what you see, Baby?” he asked, stroking his cock. I nodded. “Tell me what you want me to do?”

I wanted him deep down my throat, but I also wanted him buried inside my pussy. The wild urge to feel his cock between my thighs outweighed my need to suck him off. If I was lucky, we’d get a round two and I could see just how much of him I could take in my mouth.

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