Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Sophia

I HAVE no time to hide now. My body tenses, my eyes locked on the door as it creaks open. I'm like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, frozen in place, fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins.

The door opens, and for a split second, I hope against all odds that it's not Luka. But my hope is short-lived. There he is. And even though I'm scared witless, it's hard not to stare at him standing in the doorway.

Holy shit!

He's completely naked, his toned body covered in tattoos and scars, exuding raw sexuality.

Wh-why is he walking around naked?

"What in the hell…?" Luka's voice is tinged with amusement and disbelief, his eyes flicking between me and the room around us. I remain rooted to the spot, my mouth dry and my heart racing a hundred miles an hour. I can't even muster up the courage to apologize or attempt an explanation.

The silence stretches between us, punctuated only by the sound of our breathing. I can feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his scrutiny making me feel exposed, vulnerable. I know I need to say something, but words seem to have abandoned me, leaving me defenseless in the face of his penetrating stare.

Luka, however, seems to be enjoying this bizarre tableau. A smirk plays at the corners of his mouth, and he tilts his head, examining me like a scientist studying a fascinating new specimen.

"You know, most people would at least try to hide or make a run for it," he drawls, clearly amused by my paralysis.

A hot flush creeps up my neck, and I feel the heat of embarrassment burning in my cheeks. I open my mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a pathetic, strangled squeak.

He chuckles, the sound rich and deep, his amusement only adding to my humiliation. But despite the humor in his eyes, I can't shake the feeling that he's evaluating me, assessing my every reaction, searching for any sign of weakness.

"What are you doing here?" he says when I'm sure the tension is going to tear me apart.

My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of him. His dark hair is tousled, and his piercing gaze sends a shiver through me. Despite the fear and uncertainty, I feel a sudden surge of desire course through me.

What the fuck is wrong with you??

"I… I…" I stutter, unable to find an excuse for my presence. The realization dawns on me that I'm clearly snooping, and I press back against the wall as Luka stalks up to me, closing the distance between us.

"Did you think you could just come in here without my permission?" he demands, his voice low and dangerous. I feel the heat of his gaze and instinctively shrink back.

"I'm so sorry," I blurt out, trying to play it cool. "I just, uh, got lost looking for water," I stammer. "I, um…really like your meeting room. It's super fancy." I force a nervous laugh, then add, "I guess you're too rich to have plain old water anywhere, huh? Maybe I should be looking for champagne?"

Oh Jesus, what the hell, Sophia?

I inwardly cringe at the lame joke, hoping to high heavens that he doesn't see through my pathetic attempt at an excuse. But instead of getting angry, he steps even closer, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body.

God, what is he thinking?

Probably how he plans to dispose of my body. Trying to ignore the way my heart races, I take a step back, putting some distance between us.

"I should really get back to the rest of the team. They'll be cleaning up after the party," I say, trying to sound casual, but my voice wavers ever so slightly.

He smirks, closing the gap I'd just created, and I can feel the lust and desire radiating off his body. Damn, he's huge and tall and so freaking dominant. My body is screaming at me to give in, but I know I can't afford to get lost in him.

Luka's voice is low and dangerous as he presses in, towering over me. "Why exactly are you in my meeting room, Sophia?" His eyes narrow. "Trying to spy on me?"

Holy fuck!

I splutter, desperately searching for a way out of the situation. "N-no, I just, I was looking for water. Seriously!" I give a nervous laugh. "Guess I got lost."

He moves closer, and I can't help but steal a glance down at his body, my eyes widening in surprise. His cock is already rock hard, as if our previous encounter never even happened. I blink in disbelief, unable to comprehend how he could possibly be ready to go again so soon.

"Luka," I stammer, my voice barely a whisper. "How…how are you…ready again so soon?"

Luka chuckles darkly, the sound resonating deep in his chest. "I have an insatiable appetite, and you, my dear, are quite the feast." His fingers trail down my throat, igniting a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

A wicked grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. "You have that effect on me, krasotka. You're irresistible."

I can feel my face flush, both flattered and overwhelmed by the odd sense of power his words give me. The heat of his breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine, and I can't deny the growing ache of desire between my legs.

"But we just…I mean, you just…" I trail off, still struggling to wrap my head around the situation.

His eyes darken, and I can tell he's not going to let me off easy.

"Bend over on the table," he ordered.

I hesitate for a moment, torn between wanting to resist and yearning to submit to his every command. My body trembles with anticipation, but I know I can't fight the magnetic pull he has on me.

With a shaky breath, I obey, bending over the table, my fingers gripping the edges tightly. I can feel his eyes roaming over me, my body on display, making me feel both vulnerable and incredibly aroused.

As I remain bent over the table, my body quivering with anticipation, Luka steps up behind me, his large hands gripping my hips. He expertly flips up my dress, exposing my ass and soaking-wet panties to his hungry gaze.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice laced with desire. "You're already so wet for me again."

He chuckles, and my cheeks flush with embarrassment, but I can't deny the truth in his words. He hooks his fingers around the waistband of my panties, yanking them off in one swift motion, leaving me completely exposed to him.

I gasp as I feel his fingers trailing across my slick folds, teasing my clit with feather-light touches. My body shudders in response, aching for more of his touch. He slides a finger inside me, and I moan as he hits that perfect spot inside me that sends shivers of pleasure coursing through my veins.

Withdrawing his finger, Luka brings it to his mouth, sucking it clean. "You taste so sweet," he tells me, his voice low and seductive. "But you need to be punished for being such a naughty girl."

Before I can react, his hand comes down on my ass with a resounding crack, the sting of the slap sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through me. I cry out, trembling with the force of my desire, completely under his control and utterly lost in the intensity of the moment.

"You want this, don't you, Sophia?" he smirks. "You want me to take control and punish you for your mistake."

As much as I want to deny it, I can't find the strength to lie. "Yes," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "I want this."

Fuck, who am I right now?

His hand connects with my ass, the sting of the slap making me gasp in surprise.

"You need to learn your place," he growls, landing another smack on my sensitive flesh. I cry out, arching into the pleasure and pain.

"More," I beg. I barely recognize my own voice as I hear myself pleading. "Please, Luka, give me more."

God, this man makes me quiver with a hunger I didn't know I possessed!

Luka's hand connects with my ass again, the force of the blow making me gasp in shock. Yet through the pain, I squirm with need. He doesn't let up, delivering smack after stinging smack, each one more intense than the last.

"Fuck, fuck!" My body trembles with each impact, my desire for him growing stronger and more desperate.

Between the spankings, his fingers return to my aching pussy, plunging deep inside me and setting my body alight with pleasure. He expertly manipulates my sensitive flesh, driving me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. "Ohhhh fuck, yes!" My breaths come in ragged gasps, my body tensing in anticipation of the release I so desperately crave

But just as I teeter on the brink of orgasm, Luka pulls his fingers away, leaving me hanging on the precipice, denying the climax I yearn for. My body convulses, the frustration and need for release overwhelming me.

"Fuck! Please, make me come," I beg.

"No," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "Not yet, Sophia. You need to learn patience and control."

I whimper, my body shaking with the effort to hold back my orgasm.

"Please, Luka," I plead, my voice broken and desperate. "Please, I need it. I need you."

He chuckles, clearly enjoying the power he holds over me. "All in good time, krasotka.

I am out of my mind. But…but I can't stop now.

He kisses my shoulder tenderly, strokes my back, and then unexpectedly releases me. I whimper with frustration as he steps away from me, leaving me bereft of his touch.

My heart pounds in panic at the thought of being completely at Luka's mercy again, naked and vulnerable. But deep down, I know that there's nowhere else I'd rather be than here, with this powerful, dangerous man, as he teaches me the true meaning of submission and pleasure.

The tension in the room grows thick and palpable as Luka circles back around to me. His eyes roam over my body; it's like being sized up by a predator. I can practically feel his hunger for me, and it only serves to stoke the fire burning within me.

He takes a step closer, his hand resting possessively on my hip as he murmurs, "You need to be properly taught how to submit, Sophia."

My breath hitches at his words, my body instinctively responding to the promise of pleasure and submission. I crave the raw, primal connection that Luka offers, the chance to lose myself in the storm of passion that rages between us.

Walking around me once more, he positions himself behind me, his hard length pressing insistently against my wet, aching core. I shudder, the anticipation almost too much to bear, as he teases me, running his cock along my slit, coating himself with my slick arousal.

"Are you ready, baby girl?" he growls, his voice deep and commanding.

"God, yes! Please, I need you," I gasp, my entire body trembling with need.

He grips my hair, roughly yanking my head up and angling it to meet his eyes. His strong fingers grip my chin, pulling me back into a fervent, insatiable kiss. I feel his warm fingertips graze my neck and a shiver of anticipation courses through me. The sensation of his erect cock pressing against my still-tingling ass sends waves of desire through my body, making my pulse race.

"Good girl," he whispers seductively, his hand trailing down my waist and up my chest to tease my nipple with a gentle pinch.

I stifle a moan as the sensation connects directly to my sensitive clit, and I find myself teetering on the edge once more.

"Yes, yes… Oh, fuck," I breathe, my voice shaky with need, and I nod my head. With a low, satisfied chuckle, he finally grants me what I've been yearning for. He thrusts into me without warning, burying himself deep within my tight, quivering walls. I gasp, the feeling of being filled by him both overwhelming and intoxicating.

He doesn't give me time to adjust before he begins to move, his powerful hips slamming into me with a force that leaves me breathless. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, punctuated by my helpless moans and Luka's guttural groans.

As he fucks me hard from behind, my entire world narrows down to the raw, unadulterated pleasure he's giving me. With each thrust, he brings me closer to the edge, and I know that it won't be long before I'm tumbling into the abyss of ecstasy, my body completely under his control.

My God… I'm lost!