Page 18 of Ruined By the Enemy
I’ve claimed control all my life, but for the first time, I’m willing to share. “So fucking tight,” I breathe, barely able to form the words. My hands slide up her back, down again to grip her ass, guiding her as she starts to ride me.
Each slow grind is torture—sweet, devastating torture—and the sounds she makes…hell, they’ll haunt me. Her gasps, her soft cries, the hitch of her breath every time I thrust up into her.
My name spills from her lips, wrecked and desperate, and I catch her face in my hands, kissing her open-mouthed, all teeth and tongue and heat and carelessness.
She slows down after a while, but I’m nowhere close to settling. I punch up hard, tilting my hips and bouncing her on my thighs. Her head bounces back, her hair flying with every thrust.
Tiny cries, dragged until they fade, come from her, and my gut coils so hard I can barely breathe. Or hear. Or think.
“Dom.”My name comes out like a plea this time. It sounds like surrender, and it pleases me.
“You’re perfect when you try to fight,” I murmur. “But even better when you give in. Just like that,” I urge when I feel her clench around me. “Just like that.Tutta mia.”
We dissolve into incoherence, riding the wave that drags and tosses until both of us are completely spent and breathing heavily.
Tutta mia.
Maybe not in the way I’d have wanted, but there’s no doubt that Sophie Greco is mine.
***
The next morning, I linger by the door, gazing at her sleeping form, half-tucked under the covers. She looks peaceful… with her eyelashes fluttering softly and her chest rising undisturbed.
I shouldn’t have done it.
There’s no excuse to explain away what happened last night, except that I was in over my head. I should’ve left it when she started taking off her clothes, instead of falling for the bait.
Instead of kissing her like I couldn’t breathe without it.My fingers curl and flex against my pants, still carrying the memory of being wrapped around her body, tracing every inch of her skin and slipping between her thighs.
Sophie stirs with a quiet sigh, and I’m reminded of a sound just as soft, but much louder, as she sank her hands through my hair and dragged them across my back.
It was a mistake, yet I can’t bring myself to regret it. Not when she’s lying there, naked and beautiful, looking like a sin I’d commit again.
The flight back is shrouded in silence. One of those heavy, cloying kinds that sinks into your chest and stays there.
When the car pulls up in front of my house, Raffaele is already waiting, leaning against the wall like he owns the place, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“An impromptu trip with the lawyer?” he says as I open the door.
I walk past him without answering. He doesn’t take the hint and falls in step beside me with those long, lazy strides and taps my shoulder.
“You know,” he drawls as we walk through the foyer, “you’re totally allowed to be attracted to someone. It’s not a crime, boss.”
I stood long enough to shoot him a warning look. “What?” he adds, undeterred. “I’ve known you since college, Dom, and I don’t think I can confidently say you’ve dated a woman because you were physically attracted to her.”
He follows me into the kitchen, handing me a glass when I take out a bottle of whiskey from the bar. I shake my head as I accept it and pour myself a couple fingers.
“And you’re drinking before noon,” Raff adds. “That’s two firsts, and it’s been what… less than seventy-two hours since she joined the company?”
I take a sip and set the glass down on a coaster before turning to him. “Do you have a reason for being here? I don’t remember sending you my flight itinerary or telling you I was going on a trip.”
“I asked your secretary. The one who bakes those cookies every Monday.”
A brow arches. He waves his hand. “Never mind. I tend to forget that you’re not well-liked.” My eyes narrow, but I ignore him, taking another sip. “I came by because I needed to run something by you.”
“Actually,” he lifts a finger, “I wanted to run it through Sophie, but since you’ve decided that she’s working from your end, I thought I’d ask you. Where is she?” Raff looks around.
In my bedroom.
