27. Sofia

27

SOFIA

I fold another sweater, one of my favorites, and add it to the small pile of clothes. The rest—countless designer dresses and gowns worth more than some people’s yearly salary—hang pristine in my walk-in closet. I won’t need them anymore.

“You sure about leaving all this behind?” Ty leans against my bedroom doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

“These weren’t me.” I run my fingers over a beaded Valentino gown. “They symbolize what Dad wanted me to be—the perfect mob princess.”

My hands shake as I pack my grandmother’s silver locket and a few cherished photos. The rest of the jewelry can stay—blood money transformed into diamonds and gold.

“Besides,” I gesture at the massive closet, “your trailer would burst if I tried bringing all this.”

Ty’s eyes follow me as I move around the room, selecting only what matters. Each item I choose feels like breaking another chain that kept me bound to this life. No more charity galas where I’m paraded around like a prized horse. No more stuffy dinners with Dad’s associates eyeing me like merchandise.

“Just need the essentials.” I toss my favorite jeans and t-shirts into the duffle bag. “And you.”

My heart feels lighter with each piece I leave behind. The designer bags, the stilettos that pinched my feet, the shapewear that made me feel like I was suffocating—they can all stay here with the rest of my old life.

“You’re different than the others, you know that?” Ty pushes off the doorframe and walks over to me. “Most women would be crying about leaving all this luxury behind.”

I zip up my bag of belongings. “This was never a luxury to me. It was a cage.”

“Though you sure acted prissy about our food on our first date.” Ty’s lips quirk up in that knowing smirk. “What was it you said? ‘I wouldn’t be caught dead eating that greasy carnival trash?’”

Heat floods my cheeks as I remember my snobbish behavior. “God, I was awful, wasn’t I?”

“You looked at that corndog like it might bite you first.”

“Old habits.” I shake my head, remembering how I’d held that corndog between two fingers like it was radioactive. “Dad drilled it into me since I could walk. Only the finest restaurants, only the most expensive meals. Heaven forbid anyone see Jimmy Moretti’s daughter eating street food. ”

“And now?” He probes

“That corndog was better than half the overpriced meals I’ve had.” I zip up another section of my bag. “Do you know how many fancy dinner parties I sat through, pushing around thousand-dollar plates of food that tasted like nothing? All because Dad said those were the ‘right’ places to be seen.”

“Sounds miserable.”

“It was. Every bite came with rules. Elbows off the table, small portions, never show too much enthusiasm. God forbid I enjoy my food—it might make me look uncouth.” I mimic my father’s stern tone on the last word. “Even Paulie got in on it. Always watching what I ate, making comments about my weight.”

Tyson’s jaw clenches, eyes flashing with rage, but he keeps listening to me.

“But that first bite of carnival food?” I smile at the memory. “It felt like freedom. Even if my knee-jerk reaction was to turn my nose up at it.”

Ty pulls me against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around my waist. The familiar scent of leather and musk surrounds me, and I melt into his embrace.

“You’re free now. Free to be whoever you want to be.” His voice rumbles through his chest. “Though maybe you’ve just traded one cage for another. I’m never letting you go.”

I press closer to him. “This isn’t a cage, Ty. Or if it is, it’s the one I want. I’d choose it a thousand times over.”

His grip tightens, and I feel his lips brush against my hair. The warmth of his body seeps into mine, grounding me. This is what safety feels like. This is what love feels like—not the suffocating rules and expectations of my father’s world, but this raw, honest connection.

“With you,” I whisper against his chest, “I can breathe, laugh, and eat a corndog without worrying about what people will think.” My fingers curl into his shirt. “That’s not a cage. That’s freedom.”

His lips capture mine, and he backs me up against the wall. The bookshelf rattles behind me, the sound of tumbling books forgotten as his tongue tangles with mine. I’m devouring him just as he’s devouring me, our desperation growing with each touch.

With a yank, he rips my shirt over my head, the buttons popping off and scattering across the floor. His mouth finds my breasts, his lips and tongue working magic on my already sensitive flesh. I moan, my fingers tightening in his hair as he sucks and nips, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine.

“I’ll never get enough of your tits, Sofia.” His deep voice rumbles against my skin, sending shivers through me. “So fucking perfect.”

His mouth trails lower, his tongue dipping into my belly button before he hooks his fingers in the band of my skirt and yanks it down, leaving me in nothing but my panties. I leave the ruined fabric, longing for his touch on my bare skin.

“Fucking glorious.” His hungry eyes devour me as he pushes me back against the wall, his palms sliding up my thighs. “All these curves are mine. ”

I bite my lip, watching as he slides his fingers beneath my panties, teasing me with a featherlight touch.

“Don’t hold back, baby girl.” He smiles that wicked smile. “You know how much I love the sound of your pleasure.”

My inhibitions melt as his fingers dance closer to where I need them most. His thumb finds my clit, circling gently at first and then with more insistence as he watches my reactions. I’m putty in his hands, squirming against the wall as waves of pleasure pulse through my body.

“Ty,” I pant, my head resting against the wall. I can feel the heat building, coiling tighter and tighter within me.

He presses closer, his hard body trapping me against the wall as his fingers work their magic, knowing exactly what I need. A few more strokes, and I’m arching off the wall, crying out his name as my orgasm rips through me. I feel his mouth on my neck, sucking gently as I ride out the waves of my release.

I’m still trembling when he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. His mouth captures mine while he carries me toward the bed. With one hand, he rips off his shirt, and I gasp at the sight of all that sculpted flesh covered in intricate tattoos. I can’t get enough, dragging my fingers over his shoulders and chest. So much strength, so much raw power.

He lays me down, kissing a trail down my body as he pushes my panties down my thighs and tears them away from me. I spread my legs eagerly, wanting all of him. Needing to feel him inside me.

He kneels between my thighs, his lips finding my sensitive flesh. With each flick of his tongue, each lap at my wetness, he claims me as his own.

“This cunt is mine,” He growls, sending vibrations through my core. “I missed the taste of you. I was going fucking insane not knowing where you were.”

I moan as he sucks my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. I’m completely at his mercy, my hands twisting in the sheets as his fingers join in, thrusting inside me.

“God, you’re soaked.” His gaze is fixed on my soaking pussy. “Know what that means?”

I shake my head, unable to form words, as he teases me with featherlight touches, sending pleasure sparking through me. I’m a live wire, crackling with electricity.

“Means you missed me too.” He smirks. “Bet that pretty little pussy of yours was aching for this tongue the past few days.”

“Yes.” My admission comes out strangled, the word torn from me by his relentless touches. “God, Ty, I’ve missed you.”

He chuckles, the vibrations dancing along my nerve endings. “Thought so, you’d never forget about me, would you?”

“Never.” I arch my back as he sucks my clit gently, his fingers pumping faster inside me. “I’ll always want you.”

His eyes are dark and intense as he watches my face. “Tell me what this pussy needs. ”

I can barely think straight. “I need you. God, Ty, please. Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not teasing, baby girl.” He smirks wickedly. “Just making sure you’re ready for me.”

“I’m ready.” I nod fervently, my head feeling too heavy for my neck. “Please give it to me now.”

“Impatient.” He chuckles but obliges, thrusting his tongue deep inside me.

I cry out as my body clenches around him, pleasure shooting through me like lightning. His tongue dances and flicks, knowing exactly what my body craves.

“Don’t hold back.” He pulls back, stroking my clit with his thumb as he speaks. “I want to hear that beautiful voice of yours. Scream for me.” And then he returns his tongue, flicking at my clit in a way that sends me over the edge again.

“Ty!” I cry out again as my orgasm crashes over me, my back arching off the bed. “Oh, God, don’t stop.”

But he does stop, at least for a moment. He pulls away, his eyes consuming the image of me, stretched out in front of him, completely exposed.

“Look at you, all sprawled out for me.” His fingers trace lazy patterns on my inner thighs. “I want to taste every inch of this beautiful body.”

I’m unable to respond, panting and quivering from the intensity of my release. I feel boneless, like my limbs might just melt into the bed.

“I’ve been dreaming about this every damn night since your dad locked you away.” He bends to kiss my inner thigh, his lips brushing the sensitive skin. “I already can’t get enough of eating your pussy, but there’s so much more to explore.”

His lips leave a trail of fire as he kisses his way up my body, pausing to tease my breasts before his mouth finds mine. I can taste myself on his lips, and I moan, pulling him closer and devouring him.

“So fucking beautiful.” His hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.

Our eyes lock, and I see the inferno burning in his gaze. This man would burn the world down for me.

His thumb strokes my swollen lower lip. “You’re floating on cloud nine, aren’t you, baby girl?”

I nod, my whole body humming with pleasure. “Mmm, you know how to make a girl feel good.”

“I’m just getting started.” His lips crash down on mine, devouring me once more.

He steps out of his jeans and boxers, and I’m left breathless at seeing him. Hard muscle, powerful thighs, and a throbbing cock that promises delicious pleasure.

My eyes are drawn to his piercing—that damn magic cross that turns me into a puddle every time I see it. I can already feel it—that perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

“Ready for this?” His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

I nod, unable to form words, as I watch him take himself in hand, stroking his length slowly, the metal of his piercing glinting in the light.

“Fuck, I love how you look at me.” He inches closer, his cock twitching as he strokes himself. “Like I’m the only man on the planet for you. ”

It’s true. I’m transfixed by him, every muscle, every movement, every ripple of his flesh as he moves closer. Even after everything, after all the danger and my father’s threats, all I want is him. This man standing before me, hard and hungry, is the only thing in the world I need.

“Now, I’ll make you feel so good.” He climbs back onto the bed and teases my swollen clit with the tip of his cock.

The metal of his piercing brushes against me, sending sparks through my core. It’s so damn sensitive.

“Please, Ty.” I’m begging already. “Stop teasing.”

“But I’m enjoying myself.” He drags his cock against my clit again, a slow, excruciatingly delicious drag that makes me cry out. “I don’t want to rush this.”

“You know exactly what you’re doing to me.” I squirm under his touch, my body thrumming with need. “A little more, and I’m going to explode.”

“Mmm, I like it when you get demanding.” He chuckles, his warm breath tickling my sensitive skin. “Tell me exactly what you need.”

“I need you inside me.” My voice is strained, raw with desire. “Now, Ty, please.”

He chuckles again and lines himself up with my entrance. “You sure about that? This cock is gonna stretch you wide.”

“Yes,” I breathe, trying to push back against him, but he holds me still. “I want all of you.”

With a firm grip on his thick cock, he pushes inside me and fills me inch by inch. I’m so wet, but he still has to go slowly. It’s a tight fit, and he knows it. He enjoys torturing me with it. But soon, he’s buried to the hilt.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.” His groan reverberates through me, his hands squeezing my hips. “So damn tight around my cock.”

He starts to move, pulling back almost all the way and then thrusting deep once more, setting a relentless pace. He knows how much I love the feel of his cock stretching me, taking me, branding me as his. There’s an edge of desperation to his movements, like he’s been waiting for this moment just as much as I have, even though we’ve had each other before. Our few days apart felt like an eternity.

His metal piercing drags against my G-spot as he thrusts, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I can feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of him pumping inside me.

“Ty,” I gasp, my head falling back. My core clenches around him, drawing him in deeper.

“That’s it.” His voice is thick with desire. “Take it all.”

He knows how to move his hips just right, angling his cock to hit every sweet spot. Each thrust is pure bliss. Each drag of his piercing against my sensitive walls is like lightning. I feel the tension building, tightening my body like a coiled spring.

“Don’t hold back.” His voice is rough against my ear as he bites down on my earlobe. “Let me hear you.”

He pulls out almost all the way and then slams back into me, his piercing scraping deliciously against my walls. I cry out his name as he keeps thrusting, drawing out my release, driving me higher.

“Fuck.” He groans, his teeth gritted as he grinds his hips, his cock pulsing inside me. “I’m not gonna last much longer with you milking me like that.”

“Me neither,” I whisper, my body throbbing around him.

“Please, Ty, I’m so close again.” I claw at his back, needing that final push.

He groans, his thrusts becoming more frenzied. “You’re into it when I breed your tight little cunt, aren’t you, baby girl?”

His dirty words push me over the edge. My body convulses around him, my release exploding through me as I cry out his name. At the same time, I feel him swell inside me, his cock twitching as he spills himself, breeding me like he promised. His thrusts slow, and he pulls me closer, whispering against my ear.

“That’s it, baby girl. Come all over my cock.”

The tightening in my core intensifies, and I feel my release gushing out around him. It’s too much, too good, and I’m left boneless and quivering, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

Ty’s body shudders as he comes down from his high, his cock still buried inside me. We’re both sweating, our hearts pounding in time.

“God, that was—” I can’t even find the words to describe what happened between us. I’ve never experienced anything like it, a connection so intense it’s frightening.

He chuckles, his hands tracing patterns on my skin. “ I told you I was gonna make you feel good.” He lays beside me, pulling me close so I’m nestled against his chest, my head tucked under his chin.

At this moment, it’s just the two of us. No mob, no danger, no secrets. Just two lovers intertwined, our hearts beating in harmony.

But I know it can’t last. The weight of the reality I’m running from settles on my chest. I fear that our love story can only end in tragedy.