He smiled grimly and crushed her lips under his until they both tasted blood. Sofia clawed at his back and clenched her thighs tightly around his waist as they fucked. Ivo pinned her hands above her head, biting down on her shoulder as Sofia urged him on.
Ivo came, so turned on by her feral need for him, that he grew hard again almost immediately, and took her from behind, his cock reaming her cunt into submission. Sofia came again and again, her body vibrating with pleasure.
Finally, exhausted, they lay together, catching their breath. Sofia looked over to Ivo. “Ivo, let’s play some of those games you wanted to play.”
Ivo’s eye widened. “Sofia…I’m not sure you’re in the right headspace for that. I wouldn’t want you to wake up in the morning and regret…”
“Ivo, I had a lifetime of men telling me what to do. I want to fuck and get fucked hard. I want to get dirty, get hurt, get…” Her voice broke. “Fuck, Ivo, just for tonight. I need this.”
Ivo stroked her face, studying her eyes and then nodded. “For you, anything. I know a place where we can go.”
The cab ride to the club was quick. Sofia, wearing nothing under her coat, held Ivo’s hand, meeting his questioning gaze steadily. What had the night turned into? She didn’t care, she just wanted to do this with him.
The club was down an alleyway and Sofia watched Ivo talk in a low voice to the doorman. He let them in, looking at Sofia and nodding. Discreet. Sofia let Ivo lead her into the heart of the club, but he didn’t stop as they walked through the crowd of heaving, sweaty, writhing bodies. Don a darkened passageway and then Ivo pushed open a door, indicating she should go inside. The room was glass on three-sides over-looking the dance floor they had just left.
“Two-way glass…at least for now.” Ivo walked slowly to her and slipped her coat from her shoulders. He buried his face in her neck. “I’m going to fuck you up against it. Hard, Miss Amory. I’m going to press you up against that glass, put my cock into your delicious cunt and fuck you so hard you’ll scream. Then, see that button at the side, I switch it and the glass will become transparent and everyone in the club will see your beautiful body as I fuck you.”
He slipped his hand between her legs as he talked and Sofia felt herself get wet. The thought of being seen, being watched both terrified and thrilled her. Ivo kissed her mouth softly.
“As it’s our first time, we have the option of wearing masks, if nothing else. Do you want the mask?”
She nodded, breathless, curling her body around his. Ivo smiled. “Later, if you want…there are some professionals here. If you want to be fucked by two of us…it can be arranged.”
“Can I decide later?” She brushed her lips against his, just wanting him, wanting to be debauched with the man she loved.
“Of course, you can.” He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, little one.”
Her eyes were alive with desire as he tied the eye mask, delicately patterned around her eyes. “I love you, Ivo.”
“As I love you. If at any time you want me to stop, just say the word. We can have a safe word if you’d like.”
“I trust you to stop if I ask you to,” she said softly, “but we could still have a word, just for the fun of it.”
Ivo grinned, tightening his arms around her waist. “How about French Fry?”
Sofia giggled. “You know how much I love fries…I might shout that out in the middle of an orgasm anyway.”
“Good point.”
She pressed her body against his. “Enough talking. Fuck me, Zacca.”
Ivo grinned and lifted her into his arms. “Wrap those beautiful legs round my hips, beautiful, and open them wide.”
Sofia kissed him as he carried her to the window, feeling his cock nudge her entrance. “Before I share you,” Ivo said, nuzzling her neck, nipping at her shoulder, “I need to have you for myself.”
He thrust his engorged cock into her, the danger and excitement of their situation making them both so horny that they came almost immediately, then Ivo pressed her up against the cool of the window. His lips were at her ear, his voice low, almost a growl. “You’re so wet for me, baby, so ready.” The glass was cool against her breasts, her belly, her thighs. Ivo teased her cunt with the tip of his cock. “You’re going to have to open wider than that, beautiful, because I’m so hot for you, I don’t know if this will fit in your tight little cunt.”
He thrust in a little way and Sofia gasped – he was huge, had always been huge, but tonight, he did seem larger than she could handle… “Fuck me hard, Ivo, and hurt me if you have to. I want you to leave your mark on my skin…”
He pinned her hands against the glass, his lips, his teeth against the skin of her neck, and thrust into her, brutal, feral, his cock, thick and long plowing deep into her swollen and damp cunt. Sofia cried out but Ivo showed no mercy.
“You want pain, my darling?”
“God, yes…yes…”
He bit down on her shoulder, hard, drawing blood and felt her buck under him, hissing her approval, throwing her head back so he could kiss her. He nipped her lip between his teeth and felt her smile. “I want them to see how beautiful you are.”
Sofia nodded and Ivo flipped the switch. Suddenly she could see the people below turning toward the glass cubicle and watching them fuck. Ivo’s thrusts got deeper and he pressed her against the glass. Sofia saw some men begin to masturbate, some of the dancers who were obviously high, reach out towards the glass. It was set a little off the ground but still, there were hands stroking the glass where her breasts and belly and sex pressed against it. Ivo turned her sideways, and entered her from the front, giving the audience, the view of his cock driving deep into her vagina. Sofia watched the reflection, her body alive, almost delirious with pleasure. She came, arching her back up, taking his load into her belly, enjoying the admiration of the audience. As they panted for breath, Ivo switched the glass back to opaque and they heard both moans of disappointment and cheers of admiration.
“That was such a rush,” Sofia panted, kissing him and Ivo gathered her to him, kissing her tenderly, pushing the masks from both of them.
“God, you’re beautiful,” his face was flushed with sweat, and even more gorgeous to her eyes. They clung together, holding each other. “Do you feel better now?”
She nodded. “I don’t think I want to play threesomes tonight, if that’s okay with you.”
Ivo laughed. “Of course, it’s okay. Want to go home?”
She nodded. “When we’ve caught our breath. And by the way…yes, Ivo. I will move in with you.”
She had the satisfaction of seeing his surprise, then his delight and knew she had made the right decision.
He was glad he had followed them to the club, had seen their display. Sofia Amory’s body was something else and seeing her fucked so thoroughly, knowing she was open to kink just made him desire her even more.
Grant walked out into the early hours of a Paris morning, his adrenaline buzzing. He was glad now that he had waited. Glad he had never killed a woman before. Glad he had resisted until he found her. Sofia Amory would be his first…
…and she would be his masterpiece.
Chapter Fourteen
Penn Black looked exhausted and Tamara hid a smile. Had his spawn been born yet? Was that why he looked like death warmed up? She resisted asking him, knowing it would give her away. She had been so busy with the renovations at the new club that she hadn’t had time to torment his wife, or his girlfriend, whoever she was.
Tamara smiled at him now, running her hands along the length of his thighs. She was wearing only nipple clamps and a dog collar today but he didn’t seem into it at all. “What would Master like today? Would he like his cock sucked? Would he like to be milked dry?”
Penn gazed at her, his expression unreadable then gave a brief nod. Tamara unzipped his fly and took out his cock. Even flaccid, it was huge and she took it into her mouth, running her tongue along
the vein. She worked on him, but it remained limp and, frustrated, she looked up at him. “Is Master okay?”
Penn sighed and lifted her off of him. “I’m sorry, I’m just not in the mood. I’ll pay you, of course.”
Tamara got to her feet and slipped her robe on, taking a long swig of vodka straight from the bottle. “Is there something else I can help you with? You know, we’ve been meeting for months now. I can more than just your sub.”
Penn looked amused. “I have no doubt you can.”
She sat down opposite him. “You look tired.”
“I am. Family stuff.”
Tamara ran a hand through her long blonde hair, and looked up at him from under her lashes. “Your wife?”
He gave her a half-smile. “I’m not married.” So, the pregnant woman was his girlfriend.
“Any kids?”
“Not yet.” That wasn’t an answer. “How about you?”
“No kids. Never wanted them. No husband. Ditto.” There was no use lying to him. What she wanted was him, not a ring or a brood of screaming brats. She wanted him, the mystery of him. Penn Black fascinated her, the danger in his eyes, his barely concealed brutality. She went to him now, sitting on his hard thighs, pressing her lips to his. He never usually allowed her to kiss him now, but tonight, he seemed different. He slid his fingers into her hair, kissing her tenderly for the first time.
Tamara felt something shift inside her. She gazed into the deep brown of his eyes. Without speaking, he swept her up into his arms and got to his feet, carrying her over to the rarely used bed. Tamara kept her lips on his as he slipped the robe from her body, and lay down on top of her.
For Tamara, the next hour was a revelation. They made the time to explore each other’s bodies as if they had never met before. When Penn lifted her legs over his shoulders and used his tongue on her, she closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensations he sent shooting through her body. She was a quivering wreck as he moved to kiss her mouth, and then his cock was gliding inside of her and they began to make love, slowly, tenderly, their gazes locked.
Tamara let go of all her control to him, letting him dictate control over her body in a new way – not that of a Dom/Sub but as a woman who knew, without doubt, that she was in love with this man.
It was a strange, new feeling for her. Softness. She was letting it into her heart for this man. “I love you,” she whispered, not caring if the words scared him. She knew them to be the most honest words she had ever spoken.
Penn Black stroked her hair back from her face and kissed her. The next moment, she was stunned beyond words as she heard his whisper. “I love you, too.”
Her cracked, wounded, black heart fell open then and she smiled at him. “I’m yours, forever, Penn Black. Forever.”
And he gathered her into his arms and they began again where they had left off.
Chapter Fifteen
Clemence, radiant and ethereal, smiled at Sofia as the other woman entered the café. She stood and embraced Sofia, kissing her cheeks. “Congratulations, Sofia. I hear the opening was a triumph, for everyone, but particularly you.”
Sofia blushed. “It was a surreal experience,” she admitted with a smile as they sat and ordered tea. That was an understatement, she thought. “How are you? How is the baby?”
Clemence smoothed her hand over her bump. “We’re getting to the serious part. She’s kicking up a storm at the moment. Here.” She grabbed Sofia’s hand and put it on her belly. “Feel it.”
Sofia, uncomfortable at the intimacy, was going to draw away but then she felt a strange rippling under her palm. Her eyes widened. “Wow.”
Clemence grinned. “It’s weird, huh?” She looked at Sofia with sympathy. “I know this must be hard for you to reconcile, Sofia, me having Ivo’s baby when your relationship is so new.”
Sofia smiled gently. “I’m used to strange familial arrangements. It’s okay.”
“Oh, that’s right, Ivo mentioned your situation. Terrible business.”
Sofia was taken aback. “He told you?”
“We talk daily, about the baby, and of course, we are still great friends. He worries about you.”
“He has no need to worry,” Sofia was a little annoyed but she didn’t know if it was at Ivo or Clemence. Maybe both. Why would Ivo confide in his ex-girlfriend about his current girlfriend other than to complain? Her jaw ached and she realized she was clenching her teeth. Clemence patted her hand.
“He was projecting. I think this thing with his mother has him all messed up. Adria keeps telling him the cancer isn’t spreading, that she’s being treated by the best in the world, but still, Ivo worries.”
The shock of hearing that Ivo’s beloved mother had cancer rippled through Sofia. Another thing he hadn’t told her, but had clearly confided in Clemence about. What the fuck?
Then she felt ashamed. He had known Clemence for years, Sofia for only a few months. Of course, Clemence was close to Adria too, and, Sofia reminded herself, this really wasn’t about her. She shook herself.
“I didn’t know, but I hope Adria is okay.” Sofia picked up her tea cup, steading her shaking hands. What the hell was the matter with her lately?
Clemence nodded, but her eyes were sad. “I do think she’s hiding how much pain she is in, even from Ivo and Walter.”
Sofia sighed. “Clemence, maybe I should go see her, offer my help. I mean, I don’t know her that well, but…”
“I think she would like that.” Clemence rummaged in her bag for a piece of paper. “I have her room number here somewhere. She’s staying at the George V.”
Sofia blanched. George V. Where her step-father was staying. No matter about him, this is more important. She took the piece of paper from Clemence, thanking her. “Perhaps I should call first?”
“Why not surprise her? I know she’s bored out of her mind, waiting around for tests and treatment. The chemo is leaving her exhausted and she doesn’t go out much because of, well, she’s Adria La Loggia. She’s used to presenting herself in a certain way. Sick isn’t one of them.”
Sofia’s heart ached for the other woman. “Poor thing. Maybe I’ll take her some flowers, fresh fruit?”
“A lovely idea. Listen, I hate to cut and run, but I have a doctor’s appointment myself. Can we meet next week?”
Sofia nodded. “Of course. If there’s anything I can do to help you, don’t hesitate.”
Clemence gave her a strange smile. “You’re sweet. Take care of yourself, Sofia.”
“You too.”
Sofia watched the other woman walk away, wondering what that weird smile was about. She turned the piece of paper over in her hands. If Adria La Loggia wasn’t feeling her glamorous self, maybe Sofia could help her out with that.
She went home and opened her laptop. A little pampering would do Adria the world of good. She would maybe appreciate the bonding time with her son’s new lover. Sofia couldn’t deny that she was a little intimidated by Ivo’s glamorous parents.
Now that she had some money in her new checking account, Sofia wondered what would be appropriate. Maybe start small. Flowers, some fine chocolates…Sofia hissed in frustration. What if Adria hated cut flowers, or chocolate? What if Adria was insulted by her naive attempts to cheer her up?
The house phone in Desi’s apartment began to ring, and Sofia blinked in astonishment. She was stunned Desi even had a houseline anymore. She ran lightly. Barefoot, to pick it up.
“Hello?”
“Desiree?” A warm older male voice. Walter.
“Hello, Mr. Zacca, no, it’s Sofia. Desi’s not here at the moment.”
“Oh, Sofia, how are you, my dear? I was actually looking for my son. I don’t suppose he is with you?”
Sofia smiled. Walter Zacca sounded so much like Ivo, it was impossible to feel nervous around him. “He’s working at the moment but his cell phone should be on.”
“I just tried to reach him, and Clemence too, but neither was answering. Could you ask him to
call me when he gets in?”
“Of course.” Sofia hesitated. “Mr. Zacca, may I ask you something?”
“Call me Walter, dear, and of course you can, fire away.”
“Mrs. Zacca, I mean, Ms. La Loggia…I would like to make her feel more comfortable while she is getting the chemotherapy, and wondered if she would appreciate me organizing some kind of pampering session, a massage, or a facial, or even just some flowers?”
There was a silence on the end of the phone. Sofia frowned. “Mr. …Walter, are you there?”
“Adria has cancer.” It sounded like a statement, but in an instant, Sofia realized it wasn’t. It was a question. Walter Zacca had no idea his ex-wife, his best friend, was sick.
“Oh, god, Mr. Zacca, I’m so sorry. I thought you knew…I…” Sofia’s knees were weak and she sank to the floor. “Please, I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, my dear. Thank you for being the only one decent enough to tell me. Do you know where my wife is staying?”
Sofia told him and he thanked her again, in a stiff voice, before hanging up. Sofia cursed loudly, tears close. What the fuck had she just done? Without thinking, she grabbed her coat from her bedroom and took off. It had begun to rain hard, but Sofia had only one thought now – get to Adria and warn her. It was Sofia’s mess to clean up now.
She ran through the rain-drenched streets, not caring that her clothes were soaking wet. As she approached the hotel, she wondered if they would stop her from getting in. Luckily, the doorman was distracted by an arriving limousine and Sofia slipped in quietly and went to the elevators.
She rode, thankfully alone, to Adria’s floor and it was only at the door of her suite that Sofia stopped and took a breath. She knocked twice and waited. Adria opened the door, and Sofia was surprised to see she was in her robe, her hair messy, her face flushed.
“I’m so sorry, Ms. La Loggia, but I can to come straight away.” Her words were tumbling out of her mouth and Adria, ever the mother, pulled her inside and put her arm around her shoulders.
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