Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Sophia

THE CATERING manager's eyes widen, but she knows better than to argue with Luka Ivankov. She bows her head in submission and quickly retreats, leaving me in Luka's strong arms, my heart pounding and my body thrumming as he holds me against his hard body.

"Put me down!" I demand, trying to assert some semblance of control over the situation. But my protests only seem to amuse him further as his devilish grin widens and he tightens his hold on me. It's clear that I'm at his mercy. The more I try to fight, the more firmly Luka holds me, his grip tightening on my ass and his fingers subtly rubbing against my pussy with each stride.

I can't believe this is happening!!

"Let-me-go!" I exclaim, trying to sound forceful despite the increasingly arousing sensations that course through me. But his hand grips my ass more firmly; a subtle shudder of pleasure races through my flesh, igniting a fierce hunger deep within me.

Oh, fuck!

If I wasn't already overwhelmed by his presence, I'd be salivating at the anticipation of the raw, primal connection between us. I shift closer, my hand curling around the hard column of his neck as I cling to him, involuntarily drawn to the intoxicating magnetism of this dangerous man.

"Behave, krasotka, or I'll give you a spanking right here in front of everyone," he warns, his voice a low growl.

Determined not to give in so easily, I test his resolve, squirming and trying to break free from his grasp. "You wouldn't dare," I challenge, my voice shaking slightly.

Without missing a beat, Luka's hand comes down hard on my backside, the sting of the impact making me gasp.

"Fuck!" I blurt, but not before I've let out a low moan as pleasure and pain mix together. My body trembles from a combination of anticipation and fear, unable to control its own response. His fingers slip between my legs, lightly brushing against my sensitive skin. A gasp slips out as I feel his fingertips delicately explore me. His movements become more intense, delving deeper, each touch setting off waves of pleasure that ripple through me. I struggle to remain still, the sensation too tempting to ignore.

I feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, a testament to the undeniable pull Luka has over me. My mind screams for me to resist, but my body betrays me, craving this man who will kill me if he finds out about my true identity.

I force myself to remain still, unwilling to endure another electrifying spank. A sensation that I suddenly crave.

This is fucking insane!

I try to cover my face because I'm embarrassed but also because I don't want anyone else to see how aroused I am.

Ignoring the shocked stares and smirks of those we pass on our path, Luka strides out of the bustling room and down a nearby hallway lined with closed doorways. It feels like we walk forever before he stops and shoves a door open with his foot.

The room we enter is vast, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the cityscape. The stunning grandeur momentarily captivates me, pushing my fear and trepidation to the back of my mind. The décor is both opulent and masculine, showcasing dark woods and lush materials that hint at decadence and authority. But even in this opulent space, I find myself conflicted about what just happened between us. It's like two parts of myself are at war, and I don't know which one will win out.

"Luka, I—" Before I can finish, he releases me, and I stumble onto the soft carpet, my feet aching in protest as I teeter on my ridiculous heels. Before I realize what he's about to do, he kneels in front of me, and my heart races as his eyes scorch my trembling body. In one swift movement, he grabs my foot and slides it out of the tightly wedged shoe. He does the same with the other, then sets to work massaging away the soreness in my feet.

"Your shoes are too small for you," he says. His skilled fingertips slide up the line of my calf, setting off a chain reaction of sparks throughout my body. His fingers brush up against my inner thigh before dancing back down and across the arch of my foot, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through me with every caress.

"Oh…ohh, that feels so good," I hear myself groaning.

His touch is gentle yet firm, and I'm overcome with an intense desire that builds deep within me until I am lost in a haze of pure bliss. Dropping a hand to his shoulder, I drop my head back and shut my eyes as the sensations run through me.

What the hell are you doing?

I know I should be resisting. Scrap that…I should be bolting for the door and running like the wind. But right now, I couldn't do it if I tried. Somehow, my fingers have tightened on his shoulder, and without realizing it, I've tangled my other hand into his hair.

With a sudden movement, he lifts me and tosses me onto the massive bed, the satin sheets and sumptuous pillows swallowing me in their luxurious embrace.

"What the—?" I gasp as I scramble to regain my footing, desperate to maintain some semblance of control, but Luka is quick to follow, pinning me down with his powerful frame.

His breath is hot against my neck as he whispers, "You're not going anywhere, Sophia." I shiver, caught between fear and desire, my body betraying me as it craves his touch.

As if sensing my inner turmoil, Luka leans in to capture my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue skillfully teasing mine as his hand slides down my side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

"Mmm…mmm, Luka…" I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. "Please, we shouldn't… I mean… I should clean your shirt."

"Fuck my shirt," he mutters.

I swallow hard, reminding myself that I have a job to do. Yet every fiber of my being yearns to surrender to the magnetic pull of Luka Ivankov.

Oh, God, I must be crazy!

My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body responding to him in ways I never imagined possible. I bite my lip, trying to suppress a moan as his fingers find their way between my legs, expertly teasing and probing.

"Oh… Fuck! Yes," I whisper, unable to stop myself from begging for more.

Luka smirks as he runs his fingers over the damp fabric of my panties, the thin material barely providing any barrier between his teasing strokes and my aching clit.

"You're so deliciously wet, baby girl," he murmurs, his voice a sinful whisper that makes me shiver with anticipation. His fingers press down on my clit through my soaked panties, making me whimper and squirm beneath him.

Luka expertly traces circles around the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive me wild but never enough to bring me over the edge. I can feel my wetness seeping through the fabric, my panties becoming even more soaked with each teasing touch.

The sensation is maddening, and I rock my hips, desperate for more contact. "Mmmmm-mm," I choke out a moan. Luka chuckles, clearly enjoying the effect he has on me.

"You want more, don't you?" he taunts, his fingers dipping beneath the elastic of my panties for a moment before he pulls them back out, leaving me whimpering with need.

"Please, Luka," I beg, my pride forgotten in the face of overwhelming desire.

Fuck.

Luka chuckles, a dark and dangerous sound. "Look at you, krasotka. You are so needy. I can give you so much more." With that, he slips a finger inside me, stroking the sensitive walls and sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body.

As he adds a second finger, my hips buck against his hand, my moans filling the room. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pressure builds, threatening to spill over into a climax that will leave me shattered.

"Oh! Fuck. Oh… fuck!" His fingers slide in and out of me; the rhythmic motion, paired with his skilled teasing of my clit has me on the verge of losing myself completely. I can feel the coil of desire winding tighter and tighter within me, my body desperate for the release that seems just out of reach.

Luka leans in close, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, "You're so close, aren't you, Sophia? I can feel how much you want it. But I want to hear you beg for it."

My body is trembling, the pressure building to an unbearable level, but Luka pulls back just before I can tip over the edge, leaving me panting and desperate for more.

"Please," I whimper, no longer caring about my shattered dignity. "Please, don't stop. I need you. I need to come."

He chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying my desperation. "That's it, krasotka. Beg for it. Show me how much you want me."

My words of desperation tumble out in a breathless rush. "Luka, please, I can't take it anymore. Make me come."

Oh God, this man is insanely dangerous!

With a predatory grin, Luka presses his fingers against my clit once more, increasing the pressure and speed of his movements. His other hand reaches up to my breast, pinching and twisting my hard nipple between his fingers. The sudden onslaught of sensation is too much to bear, and I finally come near to exploding. And he stops again.

"Bastard!" I cry out.

Gasping for breath, my body quivering with unfulfilled desire, I realize Luka is reveling in every moment of control he has over me, toying with me like a master puppeteer. The intensity of my longing is overwhelming, and I'm ready to do anything for release.

My gaze is drawn to the unmistakable bulge in his pants, an unmistakable sign of his own hunger. The sheer size of him has my eyes widening. I imagine the sensation of him deep within me, filling me completely, quenching my aching need with each powerful, purposeful thrust. I lick my lips, and he stands before me, a glint in his eyes. As if he's read my mind, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reaches down and unzips his pants. I watch, my breath hitching in anticipation as he takes hold of the waistband and lowers his trousers along with his boxers.

His cock springs free, standing proud and fully erect. It's both beautiful and intimidating in its size and girth.

Fuck! He is enormous!

Luka smirks at my reaction, clearly pleased with the effect he's having on me. "Like what you see?" he taunts me, his voice low and seductive.

"Yes…" I nod, unable to tear my gaze away. I need him more than I've ever needed anyone before. And I know he's more than capable of giving me the pleasure I crave.

He smirks, clearly satisfied with my submission. "That's what I like to hear. Now, tell me exactly what you want me to do."

"I want you to make me come," I plead, my face flushed with embarrassment and desire. "Please, Luka, don't stop this time. I need you to finish what you started."

His eyes darken with lust, and he leans in close. His teeth graze my earlobe, and I jerk as if shocked.

"I'll give you what you need, krasotka," he promises, his voice a seductive growl. "But you're going to have to be a good girl and do exactly what I tell you to do."