Chapter 32

Chapter 30

Sophia

"I…I don't know," I whisper, but his suffocating grip on my throat and the intensity of his gaze make it clear he doesn't believe me.

"So, Sophia," he growls, his fingers unyielding against my throat. "Or should I say Sonia? You thought you could fool me?"

"I'm…I'm not fooling you, Luka," I choke out, squirming in his grip.

"Why the fucking lies?" He glares at me, a storm of fury and lust swirling in his gaze.

"I…I…" My voice fails me. His question stings more than the harsh grip on my throat.

"Lies…deception…betrayal," he spits out, his free hand sliding down my back to my ass, his touch electrifying and threatening at once. "I don't take them kindly."

His words hang in the air, punctuated by the dangerous slide of his hand over the curves of my ass. He digs into my flesh, claiming possession with a primal intensity that sends shivers down my spine.

"Did you think you could fool me?" he sneers, his voice a deadly warning that threatens to shatter the illusion of gentleness he's crafted. His hand slides deeper between my thighs, exploring the wetness that belies my arousal, a damning testament to the effect he has on me.

With a swift movement, he parts my folds and slides two fingers inside me, the rough texture against my slick core making me gasp, the sudden invasion drawing out a low moan. My head falls back, my body betraying me as it molds to his touch.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" His voice is mocking, his lips twisting cruelly as he circles my clit. The intensity of the sensation is overwhelming, and I'm helpless to suppress the whimper that escapes my throat.

His movements become more demanding, his fingers diving deeper, hitting spots within me that have me seeing stars. I can't help but squirm under his touch, my body writhing in a confusing mix of pleasure and fear. His words, his touch, his presence – it's all too much, threatening to consume me whole.

The relentless pressure continues in a ruthless rhythm, each thrust driving me closer to the brink of an orgasm I'm not sure I want. And yet, amid the fear and humiliation, there's a strange undercurrent of desire that has me clutching onto him, begging for release.

His fingers continue their relentless assault on me, each movement pushing me further into the abyss of pleasure. I'm at his mercy, caught in a vicious cycle of fear and need, my traitorous body dancing to his tune. The cruel reality of my situation is all too apparent – I'm completely under his control, and there's nothing I can do about it.

"I won't…I won't do it again," I plead, my voice barely a whisper. He doesn't respond, his fingers penetrating deeper, and I gasp, my body responding in spite of the fear.

"Your promises mean nothing, Sophia, or is it Sonia?" He sounds amused, sliding his fingers inside my pussy.

"Fuck," I let out a whimper. He pushes deeper still, each move amplifying my surrender, dragging more moans from my trembling lips.

Without warning, he pulls away, leaving me cold and empty.

"Please…Luka." My breath hitches in my throat, the unexpected absence of his touch causing a twinge of disappointment that I'm quick to suppress.

Before I can adjust to his absence, a stern smack lands on my rear. The sharp sting brings me back to the harsh reality. His touch leaves a burning reminder on my skin, a vivid declaration of his control.

"Is this what you wanted?" His voice is a menacing growl, emphasizing the threat in his touch. "Did you believe you could provoke me, make me lose control?"

"I didn't…I…" The words die in my throat, replaced by a muffled moan as his hand meets my skin again. The heat from the impact spreads across my cheeks, making me wince, but it's quickly replaced by an undeniable pleasure that settles deep within me. It's a sensation I can't comprehend, a jumble of fear, desire, shame, and a desperate yearning that leaves me shaking.

"No?" he repeats, a mocking tone to his voice. His hand comes down again, the sound of it meeting my skin echoing in my ears. A gasp rips through my throat, the sting quickly morphing into a spark of pleasure that sends a shockwave through me.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I find myself writhing against him, caught in this intoxicating cycle of pain and pleasure. I'm confused, my mind rebelling against the sensations that his touch is stirring within me. The treacherous part of me that's giving in to him, that's yearning for his touch, is becoming louder with each passing moment.

"Yes!" I gasp, the word slipping out before I can stop it. It's not a conscious admission, but it hangs in the air between us, potent and undeniable. My body wants this, craves this. And I'm torn between wanting to push him away and pulling him closer.

His hand meets my flesh again, harder this time. The sound of skin on skin echoes in the room, followed by another sharp sting that ripples through my body. Despite the pain, my flesh reacts instinctively, a strange pleasure mingling with the discomfort.

His grip on my throat tightens, his hand strong and unyielding. The potent mix of fear and desire surges through me, leaving me submissive to his touch. His dominance, his control over me is undeniable, and despite everything, a part of me yearns for more. I find myself caught between terror and desire, each smack bringing a fresh wave of conflicting emotions, pushing me further into submission.

"Look at you, all wet and willing," he mocks, his tone dark and satisfied. "All this for what? To get into my party, into my life, under false pretenses?"

Sliding away from my burning ass, his fingers take on a life of their own as they seek out my heat again, dipping and swirling against my sensitive nub with a torturous rhythm. I'm drenched, my body responding to his touch in ways I never thought possible. My inner thighs are slick with my arousal, and I can't help but whimper at the pleasurable torment.

"Fuck! Fuck, no…Luka," I beg.

"So, Sonia, or Sophia, or whoever the fuck you are," he murmurs, the sound vibrating against my skin. "You're dripping like a desperate whore, playing this deadly game. Just to get into my bed?"

My mind is spinning, my thoughts a turbulent whirlwind of fear, lust, and desperation. My heart is pounding against my ribcage. His touch is relentless, his fingers moving in perfect circles around my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my veins.

God, is this really me?

Is this what I've been reduced to? Gambling with my life for this? For him? Is the thrill of this chaotic bliss truly worth it?

An intense crack against my rear jolts me back to reality, the biting sting evoking a sharp gasp and a surprised lurch from me. Still, my body is a traitor, a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through me with each impact. The bewildering mix of sensations is driving me to the brink of insanity, ushering me closer to a precipice I'm not sure I'm prepared to fall off.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" His mockery is emphasized by another severe blow.

"Uhmm…fuck!" I moan out, my hips moving in rhythm when he finger-fucks me again.

"Did you plan all this? To lure me in, get me all riled up and eager to fuck you?"

In my heart, I know the truth. I'm playing with fire, getting dangerously close to the flame. But with every flick of his fingers, every damning word that spills from his lips, I find myself caring less and less about the consequences.

Because right now, caught between life and death, between fear and pleasure, I realize that I've never felt more alive.

"Admit it, Sonia," he hisses against my ear, his breath hot and intoxicating. "You wanted this, didn't you? Wanted me to pin you down, fuck you senseless?"

No!

This is not what I planned, not what I wanted. But here I am, moaning under his touch, lost in a storm of pleasure and pain, fear and desire, confusion and need.

Through gasps and moans, I fight to form coherent words, to plead my case while under his ruthless touch.

"I'm…I'm not…not Sonia," I stutter, my voice barely a whisper.

"Oh? Is that so?" His fingers don't cease their relentless assault, driving me closer to the brink of release. "Then who the fuck are you, really?"

"Soph…Sophia," I manage to choke out between gasps. "I don't know Sonia. I…I took her place…at the party."

He tilts his head as he digests this information. "And why would you do that?" he growls, suspicion lacing his every word. But his touch doesn't falter; he keeps the rhythm on my clit with ruthless precision, keeping me teetering on the edge.

"Oh, God," I moan as he continues to play me like a well-tuned instrument. I can feel myself drawing closer to the edge, each deliberate stroke sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. It's becoming increasingly difficult to form coherent thoughts, much less respond to his probing questions.

"I…I…I'm…going to…come," I gasp out, the words a pitiful plea as my body writhes in anticipation of an orgasm. The delicious promise of relief is threatening to spiral me into depths of ecstasy I've never known.

A vicious grin spreads across Luka's face, a cruel glimmer lighting up his eyes as he takes in my desperation. "Oh, you want to come, do you?" he growls, his voice low and menacing. "You – a lying, deceitful whore – want to find release?"

The harsh words sting more than any slap, cutting through the fog of pleasure and desire clouding my mind. The reality of my situation comes crashing down on me; the danger I've put myself in is more apparent than ever.

"Please, Luka," I whimper, my voice trembling with need and fear. "I…I didn't mean to…"

"Didn't mean to lie? Or didn't mean to get caught?" he interrupts, his voice sharp as a whip. His gaze is scorching, burning into me as if he's trying to peer into the depths of my soul.

As I stammer out my desperate explanation, Luka's third finger plunges into my slick heat, stretching me further than before. His digits are thick and unyielding, yet the thought of his massive cock replacing them sends another jolt of arousal pulsating through me. His fingers are ruthless, digging deeper, harder. Each push is a command, a demand for truth.

"Go on," he growls, thrusting into me, setting a punishing rhythm. The combination of fear and pleasure is mind-numbing, the force of his fingers driving me closer to the brink of sanity.

"I… My friend… She needed…help," I stammer, my mind struggling to keep up with my words as pleasure surges through me. "Sonia – she's a friend of a friend – didn't show up…so I took…her place."

Luka pauses, studying me, searching for any hint of deception. But I can only respond with gasps and mewls, my body writhing under his touch, the sensation so intense it's almost unbearable.

"I don't know Sonia," I whimper, the words a plea for understanding. "I just… I didn't mean…to lie," I manage to utter between breaths. "I was only trying to…to…"

My words trail off, lost in the sea of my own desperation. I swallow hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze, silently begging for his understanding.

"My grandmother…she's sick. Very sick. She needs medication, treatments… I…I needed the money." My voice is shaky, but there's an undeniable honesty in it. It's the truth, laid bare in front of this intimidating man.

He stops. His hands drop from my body, landing softly at his sides. His gaze remains on me, studying me with an intensity that makes me shiver. The anger seems to have dissipated, replaced with a contemplative curiosity

Without the support of his hand, my legs give out. I crumple to my knees, a pathetic heap at his feet. My fingers find the front of his pants, clinging to the fabric in a desperate bid for stability.

I can feel the tears welling up, blurring my vision. They roll down my cheeks, leaving hot trails in their wake. The sobs catch me by surprise, bursting out in violent waves. They echo around the room, a testament to my desperation.

"I didn't mean to lie," I sob out, each word a plea for his mercy. "I didn't know… I didn't know about Sonia…about you…"

God, he has to believe me…or I'm dead.

Chapter 31

Luka

MUDAK! WHAT the fuck am I doing?

I shake my head, anger at myself heating my cheeks. Guilt gnaws at me, hot and relentless.

Shit, Luka!

She's a goddamn wreck because of me. All because I couldn't control my fucking temper. Sitting there on the floor, trembling, crying her eyes out. It's all on me.

A part of me wants to rage, to shout and break something. I arrived here in a mood. Aleks's betrayal gnawing at my gut, a bitter reminder of my own failure.

How the fuck did I not see it? Was I too blind? Too trusting?

Trust. The word tastes like bile in my mouth. Can I ever trust anyone again after what Aleks did?

Fuck, can Sophia ever trust me after what I just did? The questions hammer at me, relentless and cruel.

But damn her, she's still breathtaking. Teary, flushed, all soft and shaken. Taking a deep breath, I sink to my knees in front of her.

Luka Ivankov on his knees. Who would've thought?

But right now, none of the usual macho bullshit matters.

"Sophia," I say, my voice gruff. She winces as if the sound is a physical blow, her eyes squeezing shut.

Blyat, I've really messed this up.

"Hey," I coax, my hand cupping her cheek. "Look at me."

She shakes her head, her sobs hitching. "Don't touch me."

Ignoring her, I gently tilt her face up to meet mine. Her eyes reluctantly flutter open, the fear and confusion in them a chilling reminder of what I've done. "I need you to listen to me," I tell her softly.

"I don't want to."

"Yeah, well, too bad," I retort, a hint of my usual attitude creeping in. "Because I'm…" I swallow thickly, the words lodged in my throat. "I'm sorry, Sophia."

Fuck! That was hard.

Three words. Just three damn words, but it feels like I had to pull them out with pliers. But it's the truth, and she needs to hear it. I've fucked up, and it's high time I own it. As she stares back at me, I hope she sees the sincerity burning in me.

I can't help but stare at her mouth, her lips swollen and red. She's irresistible, a siren call I didn't know I could hear. She's a fucking mess, but God, she's beautiful.

"You know I'm not…" I start, my voice quieter than I intended. When I don't continue, she blinks at me, her breath shuddering out as she waits for me to finish. I take a deep breath, wiping away a stray tear from her cheek. Her skin is so warm under my touch, her scent intoxicating.

"You know I'm not going to hurt you," I say finally, watching her face. "Not anymore." Quickly, I scoop her up, her body shivering against mine. Her eyes go even wider, if that's possible, but she doesn't fight me.

"Put me down," she says, but her voice lacks conviction.

"Not going to happen, krasotka," I reply, adjusting my hold on her. She squeaks in surprise, but doesn't argue.

Slowly, I set her on the dressing table, her naked body glistening under the harsh bathroom lights. She looks like some kind of nymph, flushed and wet, watching my every move.

Our faces are inches apart, and I can feel her shaky breath against my skin. It's so fucking tempting, but I force myself to focus. Pulling a towel from the rack, I gently start to pat her dry, starting with her hair.

"Stop staring at me like that," she mutters, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. I chuckle, but the sound gets caught in my throat as my gaze falls on her chest. Her nipples, hard and pebbled, are begging for my attention.

Ignoring the sudden tightness in my pants, I take a deep breath and force my gaze back to her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from our earlier encounter. God, she's so fucking pretty. I want to taste her, to devour her, but I rein myself in.

Gently, I lift her chin, forcing her to look at me, and for a moment, time stands still.

"I'm sorry, Sophia," I say again, softer this time. Before she can respond, I lean in, pressing a gentle kiss on her tear-stained cheek. Her breath catches as I move to her eyes, kissing away the last traces of her tears.

Slowly, she moves, with trembling fingers tracing the rough stubble on my cheek, then trailing up into my hair. She's touching me, staring unblinkingly as she explores, learns the contours of my face.

"Krasotka," I groan, the contact sending a bolt of heat straight to my groin. The bathroom seems to shrink, the steam from the hot water and her closeness making me burn with need.

I pull her closer, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Her body fits perfectly against mine as if she was made for me. Our breaths mingle, the tension so thick between us it's almost suffocating.

"Fuck, Sophia," I growl against her mouth. "Since the moment I saw you, I haven't been able to get you out of my head. I don't do obsession, but you… You've crawled under my skin, got me messed up. Couldn't shake you off, even when I fucking tried."

She blinks up at me, her lips parting as she takes in my words. "Luka…" she breathes, the sound of my name on her lips sending a jolt of heat through me. "I don't… I can't… You should…"

"Should what, krasotka?" I cut her off, my hands tightening on her waist. "Tell me. What should I do?"

There's a pause, a heavy silence stretching between us. And then she murmurs, "I don't know…"

Her confession hangs heavy in the air, intensifying the emotions swirling between us. The feel of her body pressed against mine lights a hunger within me. It's wild, it's chaotic, but fuck, I can't pull away. Because the truth is, I don't want to. Not now. Not ever.

"I…I need to say something too," Sophia murmurs, her eyes shining with a sincerity that takes me by surprise. Her fingers trace the expanse of my chest, their touch soft yet sure.

"What is it, krasotka?" I ask, hands instinctively drifting upward to cradle the tender curve of her breasts. She inhales sharply, her gaze flitting to my hands and then back to my face. Her cheeks turn pink.

"I…I'm sorry too, Luka," she whispers. "For lying to you… For hiding who I really am."

"Shhh, krasotka…" I begin, but she silences me with a look.

"I lied," she admits, her voice steady now, resolute. "And for that, I am sorry."

Before I can respond, before I can process the gravity of her confession, she tugs me closer, her fingers winding in my hair. And then she's kissing me. It's unexpected, a bold move that sends a rush of adrenaline through my veins. Her lips are soft against mine, the kiss filled with desperation. I recognize it because I feel it too.

"Take it off," she murmurs against my lips, her fingers skimming the edge of my shirt. Desire colors her voice, fingers trembling against me.

Without hesitation, I strip, my shirt joining her scattered clothes on the bathroom floor. The heavy, sultry air of the room collides with my bare skin, matched by Sophia's curious eyes as they scan my naked torso, tracing every ridge and swell of muscle.

I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror – the contrast between our bodies. My tattoos and scars, tokens of my violent past, against her unblemished skin, smooth and soft under the bathroom light. It's a sight that lights the fire in my veins.

Her lips journey across my chest, leaving behind a trail of kisses as she moves. She takes my nipple, teeth lightly brushing the sensitive flesh. I take a sharp breath.

"Bhozhe moi." I mutter, sliding my fingers into her wet hair, weaving through the damp locks as she explores my body with her mouth.

I stare down at her face, and what I see there stirs something inside me. Lust, desire, need…and something else, something deeper. It makes my heart hammer in my chest and my cock throb with arousal.

I've never been so affected by mere kisses, never been so completely consumed by desire. It's as if she's lit a flame inside me, one that threatens to consume me entirely.

My breath comes in short gasps, my fingers tightening in her hair as she continues her exploration; each kiss, each touch, each taste leaving me shuddering. I've never wanted anyone like this before, never needed anyone like I need her now.

Her knee hooks over my hip, pulling me closer. Her lips on mine, a maddeningly sweet torture. Her breath is hot against my skin.

"Luka…I want you…to take me," she breathes, her voice laced with an urgency that matches my own. "I need to feel you inside me again."