Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

M assimo

I 'd gone too far. I was sure of it.

I watched Sofia carefully, looking for any signs of distress or regret, but I saw none. Sure, she was shaky and very clearly overwhelmed, which was to be expected, but she seemed alright otherwise, which was a good thing, I guess.

I shouldn't have ever laid a hand on her, but it was too late for that now. I should have just dragged her from her apartment kicking and screaming and sent my men for her things in the first place, but now I'd spanked her bare ass, made her come all over my fingers, and fucked her mouth. I couldn't take any of that back.

Fuck. I still had her panties in my pocket.

Even now, she smelled like sex, with her pussy bare beneath her skirt. I knew her ass was still red underneath the white lacy fabric too. I'd spanked her hard, but what I hadn't expected was her to enjoy it as much as she did. The arousal glistening between her thighs had told me as much.

Her spanking wasn't up to her, but everything that had happened afterwards had been.

Sort of.

She'd never told me no .

That didn't mean she was ready to be with a man like me. I should have known better. I could have stopped it and that would have been the end of it.

But I hadn't, and now I had to deal with the consequences of my actions.

The elevator dinged and I stepped inside it, dragging Sofia with me. She was shaking, and she clutched at the back of my shirt, but when I turned back to look at her, her gaze was cast down.

"It's alright, Sofia. I'm going to take care of you," I said softly, and her gaze lifted to meet mine. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds, a brilliant display of colors that captured my gaze and didn't let go.

I could stare into those eyes all day, every day, and I would still never have my fill.

The elevator dinged again, and the doors slid open. With one last lingering glance, I turned and walked down the hall, Sofia close at my side. When we walked outside, my driver was already waiting for us.

I opened the door for her like a gentleman and watched her slide inside, trying to get in as carefully as possible so she didn't flash that bare little pussy, but I caught a glimpse of it anyway.

It was fucking gorgeous.

I shouldn't want to sink myself inside her. I shouldn't want to steal her virginity for myself, but something inside of me was demanding that I do exactly that.

I had to fight it.

I couldn't be that man. I was supposed to protect her, not take her innocence for myself.

I slipped in the car beside her, making sure to put a fair amount of distance between us. The quiet hum of the engine started up, the only sound as the car pulled away from the curb. There was still palpable tension between us, but we did our best to ignore it. The drive was quiet, and I glanced at her occasionally, catching her emerald eyes staring out the window, lost in thought.

When we arrived at my home, I opened her door and helped her out. My estate, a sprawling property with high walls and guarded gates, was designed to be impenetrable. As we walked up the steps, I could see the awe in her eyes, mingled with uncertainty.

There had never been any reason to bring her here before, so this was her first time seeing my home. I'd always gone to her and her father at his shop or to their apartment. Marco and I had always thought it best to keep Sofia out of my world, and now here we were, with her thrust right into the middle of it.

"Welcome to your new home, Sofia," I said, trying to sound more welcoming than commanding. "Anything you need, the servants will get for you."

She nodded, still taking in the grandeur of the place. The marble floors, high ceilings, and luxurious furnishings spoke of my excessive wealth and incredible power. I watched her closely, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Is this really necessary?" she finally asked, her voice tinged with the slightest bit of defiance and curiosity.

Good. She was fine. Her sass was back. I almost sighed with relief, but I held it back just in time.

"Yes," I replied, keeping my tone firm but gentle.

We entered the main living area, and I gestured for her to sit. A servant appeared almost immediately, ready to offer refreshments. Sofia seemed hesitant, but she sat down and took a glass of champagne off the servant's tray. She stared back at me as she took a sip, likely trying to piece everything together in her head.

"Do you have any questions?" I asked, trying to ease the tension.

She looked at me, her eyes searching mine. "What exactly are you, Massimo?"

I paused, considering how much to reveal. "I'm a powerful man, Sofia. I have a lot of influence."

She raised an eyebrow. "In what?"

I smiled slightly, evading the direct answer. "In many areas. Business, politics… you name it."

She nodded, absorbing my words. I could see she wanted to ask more, but she held back. Instead, she looked around the room, taking it all in.

"You'll be safe here," I reassured her. "And I'll be here to make sure of it."

She met my gaze, her face a bit taken aback. "Thank you, I guess."

I nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and something else—something I couldn't quite define. "You're welcome, Sofia. Now, why don't you get some rest? We can talk more tomorrow."

She agreed, and I called a servant to show her to her room. As she followed them, I watched her go, still telling myself that I was just doing what I had to do. But deep down, I knew I had to be more careful. I couldn't let my guard down, not even for a moment. I couldn't let what happened between us happen again, because next time I wasn't certain I could stop myself from taking her innocence and making her mine.

No. There wouldn't be a next time…

I shook my head and leaned back against the sofa with a sigh. Needing to clear my head, I stood up and headed up the marble staircase toward the master bedroom. I hardly saw the massive king bed as I strode right past it into the master bathroom.

The bathroom had gleaming marble floors, a double vanity with platinum fixtures, and a vast, frameless shower that could easily fit a small party. I turned on the water, watching the rain showerhead spring to life. The cascading water was warm, almost hot, and steam quickly filled the room, wrapping me in a thick, humid veil in minutes.

I stepped into the shower, the warm water beating down on my shoulders and back, easing some of the tension from my muscles. There were multiple jets that could be adjusted to hit every part of my body, and I allowed myself to be enveloped by the luxury of it all. The walls were lined with intricate mosaic tiles, and a built-in bench offered a place to sit and relax. Everything about this space was designed for comfort and indulgence, but tonight it offered little solace.

I closed my eyes, leaning against the cool marble wall as the water cascaded over me. I tried to let the warmth wash away my worries, to clear my mind of the day's events. But it wasn't working. The images of Sofia—her defiant eyes and vulnerable pout, her bright red ass, the feel of her wetness against the pads of my fingers, her tight little asshole clenching around my fingertip—kept resurfacing.

Damn it, Massimo, get a grip.

My thoughts were a storm of conflicting emotions. Protecting her was my top priority, yet the way her body had responded to my touch, the way she looked at me with a mix of fear and something more… it was maddening. I could still feel the curve of her waist under my hands, the softness of her skin, could still hear the breathiness of her moans.

My cock throbbed, hardening at the thought.

I tried to focus on the task at hand, on the dangers lurking outside these walls, but her image intruded, refusing to be banished.

Fucking hell, she was my best friend's daughter, for Christ's sake.

The water continued to pour over me, the steam rising up all around me in billowing clouds. I reached for the body wash in the niche, scented with sandalwood and citrus. I lathered up, scrubbing my skin, trying to wash away the unwanted thoughts, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling of her soft body against mine, her breath hitching as she struggled with her own aroused confusion.

I needed to be more careful. Sofia was too important, and this situation was too precarious. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't afford to let my feelings cloud my judgment. I had to stay focused, to remember why I brought her here in the first place. I had to find the person moving against me and I needed to do it now.

If I didn't find a way to control my feelings, to keep my desires in check, I feared I might lose more than just my focus. I might just lose my best friend. And that was a risk I couldn't afford to take.

But goddammit, it was difficult.

I took a deep breath, trying to ignore my throbbing cock, but as hard as I tried, it soon proved to be impossible. I couldn't concentrate, not like this.

I needed to do something about it. My thoughts went straight back to Sofia, the memory of her moans and the feel of her pussy in my hand. The way she looked at me, the way she responded to my touch, it was all so damn intoxicating, so damn arousing.

Too much.

I wanted more, but I couldn't have it, and I wasn't a man who was used to not getting what he wanted. I hadn't had to deal with that feeling in a very, very long time.

My hand dropped to my cock, grazing against the velvety surface.

Fuck.

My fingers wrapped around the base of my dick and stroked slowly. It wasn't the same as sinking into her tight virgin heat, but it was all I had. My breathing deepened as I imagined Sofia on her knees before me, her mouth open and ready to please me.

The image made my cock even harder. I stroked faster, thinking of her lips stretched wide around my girth. I thought of her tongue swirling around the tip, of her throat closing around the head. I imagined the feel of her warm, wet mouth engulfing me, her hands clutching at my thighs, trying to push back against me as I wrapped her pretty long hair in my fist.

My hand moved faster, gripping my cock tight as the image intensified. Her emerald eyes staring up at me, filled with need and desire, and something more.

Something I wasn't ready to admit, not even to myself.

I gritted my teeth, working my cock with my hand and still it didn't feel like enough. I wanted it to be her mouth, not my own fingers, but fuck, just the image of her made my cock pulse with heat and desire surge straight out from the base of my spine.

"Fuck," I groaned, the word echoing off the tiled walls of the shower.

I wanted her.

I didn't know how much longer I could fight it.

The memory of her screams as she came all over my fingers was too much. I stroked harder, imagining her body shuddering with pleasure, her pussy clenching around nothing.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Sofia," I moaned, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. Hot ropes of cum spurted from the head of my cock, coating my hand and the marble wall before the water washed it all away.

Wasted down the drain instead of deep inside her needy little pussy.

I stood there for a moment, letting the water wash over me, my breath heavy as I stared at the drain, willing myself to get control and stop letting a woman throw me off, but the more I thought about her, the more I spiraled out of control.

I needed more, but she was one thing I couldn't have.

Shouldn't have…

The water beat down on my shoulders, the heat constant as it swirled around me. My thoughts were a tangled mess. I had to get a grip. I couldn't allow myself to get distracted. I had a job to do, a promise to keep. I couldn't let my emotions get in the way.

But fuck, I'd already come twice today, and it still wasn't fucking enough.

I snarled and slammed my hand against the marble tile, trying to keep a level head and feeling myself losing it bit by slow, aching bit.

Goddammit.

I couldn't do this, not again, but even as I resolved not to, I could already feel my desire building once again.

Fuck.

This was going to be a long, long night. I wrapped my hand around my cock once again, my touch light, my dick still sensitive. I stroked up and down, knowing this wouldn't be the last time I thought about her, not even close.

I lost myself in the fantasy of her.