Tamara’s eyebrows shot up and she looked impressed. “Wow, Dad, that was unexpectedly ballsy. I take it he didn’t succeed.”
Grant’s fingers bit into the flesh of her hips. “Nope, I stopped it. Couldn’t have Daddy Dearest ruining our plans for little Sofia, can we? What was he bringing her back for, anyway? To shut up in ivory tower?”
“I like our plan better. God, I dream of it, precious little Sofia, all cut up and bleeding, begging for her life.”
“After I fuck her,” Grant’s voice was like ice. “And now that I think about it, I can see you, naked, leather harness, huge fucking strap-on. You fuck her while I kill her.”
“You are one twisted motherfucker.”
Grant sat up, fisting the hair at the back of her neck and tugging her head back so he could kiss her throat. “That’s exactly why you keep me around, Tamara and you know it.”
Tamara shivered through an orgasm and smiled at him. “I do know it. Now finish yourself off. I want to get to the club.”
Grant smiled as she slid off his cock. He grasped the root of it and began to pump, eager now to come. He wanted to see the fruits of Tamara’s labors too. The club. Their club.
The place where he would end Sofia Amory Zacca’s short life…
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ivo looked across the table at Sofia, so lovely, with her face lit up by candlelight. God, she was beautiful, and all his…but tonight, maybe, he would share her…and the idea was turning him on so much he could feel his erection pressing against his pants.
They had enjoyed the boat trip and dinner, and now they were ensconced in a private booth at a sultry, smoky club. Penn, who had quickly caught on to their plans, was looking at Sofia too and Ivo could see the desire in his eyes. “Penn, dear friend,” he said slowly. “Sofia has the softest inner thighs you’ve could dream of.”
Penn smiled. “Is that so?”
Sofia and Ivo shared a loaded look, then Sofia leaned across to Penn. “Give me your hand, Penn.”
He let her take his hand and Sofia slowly moved it to her inner thigh, sliding it under her dress. “Touch me,” she whispered, then leaned across to kiss Ivo on the mouth as Penn slid his fingers along the soft skin. He hesitated only briefly before his fingers moved to caress her sex through her panties.
Ivo smiled at him as Penn sighed happily as he slid his fingers into her panties and stroked her. “Would you like to fuck Sofia, Penn?”
Penn nodded. “Very much.” He looked at Ivo. “But, friend, what about you?”
“Oh, I’ll be fucking her too.”
Sofia smiled at her husband. “Yes, he will. Hard, deep and over and over. Penn…do you want to fuck me here?”
Penn nodded, and Sofia glanced at Ivo who smiled. “Go for it, baby.”
She leaned over and kissed him. “Enjoy this, baby…” And lifting her dress, she moved to sit on Penn’s lap, and impale herself on his rampant cock…
“Sof?”
Sofia blinked and suddenly the images in her head drifted away. “Sorry, I was…sorry. Did I miss something?”
The two men laughed. Ivo stroked her cheek. “Only talk about your next exhibition. What were you thinking about?”
Sofia felt her face flame. “Oh, nothing, in particular. Penn, I’m sorry, I never asked. Do you have a significant other?”
Penn half-smiled. “Not as such…there is a woman I’ve been seeing, but I’m not sure about our future. She’s different”
“Do you like her?”
Penn gave a strange chuckle. “I’m in love with her, but I’m not sure I like her. Does that make sense?”
“I think so. Who is she?”
Ivo nudged Sofia. “I don’t think Penn’s that into sharing.” He softened the rebuke with a smile and Sofia looked at Penn apologetically.
“Sorry.”
Penn reached over to squeeze her hand. “No problem, it’s just I don’t know if it’s an entirely healthy relationship yet. If it shakes out to be the one, you two will be the first to know.”
Ivo took a slug of scotch. “One more question – and I know what I just said, sorry,” he grinned sat Sofia, “But you still go to those clubs?”
Penn grinned. “I do and yes, that’s where I met her.” He looked at Sofia. “I take it Ivo’s told you about my, um, hobby.”
Sofia nodded. “He has, yes. We, I mean, Ivo and I, went to La Chat a few weeks ago.”
Penn’s eyes opened wide. “You did? One of my favorites. Did you see the glass cubicle?”
Sofia blushed and cast a look at Ivo, who grinned, a little smugly. Penn laughed and raised his glass. “Then you have my admiration. I wish I could have been there to see it.”
Ivo cleared his throat. “There’s no reason you couldn’t…join us, some night.”
“Ah.” Penn smiled, his handsome face relaxing. “I would love to.” He looked at Ivo, who nodded, then at Sofia, whose face was still flaming red, but she too held his gaze. “I have a feeling it would be an unforgettable night.”
They said goodbye to Penn at just after midnight and took a cab home. So turned on by the conversation at dinner, Ivo and Sofia tore at each other’s clothes the moment they stepped into the hotel suite.
Ivo tugged her dress from her, biting down on her shoulder as he ripped her panties from her. Sofia, panting for breath as Ivo continued his assault with his lips closing around her nipple, freed his cock from his underwear and began to stroke it. “I want to taste you.”
She dropped to her knees abut Ivo shook his head. He hauled her into his arms and took her to the bedroom.
Sofia was confused but Ivo smiled. “You’ve never heard of soixante-neuf?”
She grinned, understanding and Ivo lay her onto the bed then moved so his mouth was on her sex, as Sofia took his cock between her lips and teased the tip with her tongue. They spent their time tasting, teasing driving each other wild before Sofia’s body shuddered with her orgasm and Ivo shot thick streams of cum into her mouth. Not giving her time to recover, Ivo rolled her onto her back, pushing her knees up to her chest and hooking her ankles over his shoulders, and sinking balls deep into her red, swollen cunt. Sofia sighed, a long moan of pleasure escaping her lips as he fucked her, their gazes locked, his hands pinning hers above her head. The sweet pain of his huge body slamming against hers, the muscles of her thighs aching and burning, the pounding of his huge cock into her vagina…all of it intoxicating, making Sofia’s head swim.
“I love you,” she gasped as her back arched up, and she came violently, crying out his name over and over. Ivo pulled out as he reached his climax and shot his load onto her soft, flat belly.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he panted, kissing her mouth as if he wanted to devour her. She loved the expression in his beautiful green eyes when he was like this, almost frenzied, a wild man, pure love and pure animal, feral desire for her. Sofia gave a little yelp of pleasure as Ivo nipped at her nipples with his teeth, his hands rough on her body.
“You know what I was thinking about at dinner?”
“Tell me.”
“Being fucked by you and Penn at the same time. It made me so hot.”
Ivo grinned. “You say the word and it’ll happen. Penn wanted you, I could tell.” He rolled off of her and propped himself up on his elbow. His free hand stroked her body as they recovered, his fingers tracing a circle around her navel. Sofia studied him.
“And it really wouldn’t make you jealous?”
“That’s a loaded question.” But he grinned. “But I know why you’re asking. Listen, you are my world, the love of my life. If you cheated, that would be a different story.”
“I would never do that.”
Ivo nodded. “I know. I trust you implicitly, Sofia, as I hope you do me. It’s an entirely different scenario we’re talking about. Consensual and mutual sexual experimentation. I trust you, I trust Penn. What concerns me more is you. Are you sure you are ready for this?”
“I think so. If I’m be
ing honest the thought both excite and scares me, but the good kind of scared, you know? It’s as if I’ll feel like an adult, at last. No, that doesn’t make sense, after all, you have already Carole King’d me.”
Ivo broke out laughing. “I’ve what?”
Sofia grinned and kissed him. “You know.” She started to sing. “You make me feel like a natural woman…”
His gaze softened. “That’s an incredible thing to hear, thank you.”
“I never thought, ever, that I could be naked with another person, a man, and not feel uncomfortable, or ugly, or ashamed. I don’t even know where those feelings come from. My mom was very upfront about sex, and always told me to just be myself without apology. Somewhere along the line, something got into my head that I was…less than a woman.” She looked at him apologetically. “Sorry, that got heavy.”
“We’re married. Heavy is what we do.”
She grinned at him. “Will I ever get used to that I’m a wife now?”
“I hope so. Especially when we have kids.” He kissed her playfully, but then his smile faded when he saw the hesitation in her eyes. “Sof?”
“Ivo…I’m not sure about…” she sighed and sat up. “We should have talked about this before we got married. I’m not sure I want kids.”
The shock in his eyes made her heart hurt. He sat up too, rubbing his face. “I guess…I just assumed. What’s your concern?”
“That I’ll be a shitty mother. That I’ll never be able to give my kids any proper guidance, that my trust issues will fuck them up. I wish I knew what it was in my past, since before my mom married Fergus, what it was that left me so damaged. But I guess I’ll never know now. In any case, it just feels selfish of me, however much I want to bear your child, Ivo. What if there’s some deep-seated wrongness in me?”
Ivo was staring at her in confusion. “Where the hell did all this come from? You never mentioned…Sofia, what on earth makes you think you’re so damaged you can’t give a child the love it needs?”
“The more pressing question is, and please, be honest with me, is, Ivo, do you want children? I know you will already have a daughter any day now, but could you live with your wife not giving you a child someday?”
Sofia really didn’t want to ask that question answered but Ivo sighed. “At the end of the day, baby, I want you. We can work everything else out.”
She reached out to him but he pulled away, got off the bed. “I have to pee.”
Sofia felt tearful. How had this incredible day gone from heavenly to this? And why the fuck hadn’t they discussed the kid issue before they got married? Yet another mistake. Would they ever stop making them?
Ivo returned from the bathroom and got back into bed. He pulled her into his arms and she snuggled into him. “We’ll figure all this out,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Don’t worry about it tonight.”
In a few moments, his breathing became regular and Sofia knew he had fallen asleep. She stroked his face, tracing the scar near his eye, the small constellation of freckles on his cheek which looked like The Big Dipper. The sensual outline of his mouth. God, how I love you, Ivo Zacca. She kissed his eyelids, the long, thick dark lashes resting on his cheeks. She could imagine his son, all dark curls and huge green eyes and her heart ached. But she had meant everything she had said to him. There was something inside her that screamed at her to not bring a child into the world. She wondered if something had happened to her when she was young, something that she blocked out but her mother would never talk about the years when Sofia was a toddler. She never mentioned Sofia’s father…ever. Sofia didn’t know anything about him except that he was American, and now her mother was gone…
Suddenly an idea struck her and for a few moments, Sofia argued with herself over than idea. Finally, silently, she slid from the bed and padded quietly into the suite’s living room. She snagged her phone from her purse and looked at the time. It would be late evening in New York. Steeling herself, she dialed the number and waited to speak to someone she thought she would never talk to again. When he answered, his warm voice brought tears to her eyes.
“Jonas? It’s me. It’s Sofia.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
By the Friday, Ivo had brokered the deal for their new apartment in the Marias and when he stopped by Desiree’s gallery to tell Sofia the news, she was over-the moon.”
“It’s ours, baby.”
She looked up from the stack of paperwork she was filing and grinned. “Really?”
“Really. Now, how shall we celebrate?”
Ivo crushed his lips to hers then, kissing her until she was breathless. “I know exactly how I want to celebrate.”
Sofia grinned. “Want to play at some games tonight? We could go back to that club.”
Ivo grinned. “Shall we glass-box it, or there are private rooms where we could play with any number of toys?”
Sofia felt her pulse quicken. “Oh, yes, a private room…and maybe tonight, we could…invite Penn. If you want to, I’ll leave it up to you.” She added hurriedly but Ivo nodded.
“Why not?” He nuzzled her neck. “In this scenario, watching another man fuck you is making me harder than diamond. Feel,” he whispered and she slid her hand onto his crotch. His cock was ram-rod hard and, casting a quick look around the empty gallery, Sofia bent down and unzipped Ivo’s pants, freeing his cock and sweeping her mouth over the wide crest of it. She heard Ivo’s sharp intake of breath as she began to tease the tip of his shaft with her tongue, flicking and lashing around the head, then tracing the veins up the side, the silky skin tasting of salt and pre-cum.
“Christ Sofia,” Ivo whispered, his breathing labored, “You’re going to get fucked so hard tonight.”
Her mouth curved up in a smile, but then she hollowed out her cheeks, swallowing him down as he came, trying to be discreet but almost exploding into her mouth. Recovering, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her until her head swam. “Tonight’s going to be amazing, beautiful. I’ll call Penn.”
Sofia nuzzled his neck. “Do that.”
Ivo called her from his office later. “Penn’s onboard.”
“He will be,” Sofia giggled, her breath quickening at the thought of what they were going to do. “Ivo, I have only one rule.”
“What’s that, il mia amore?”
“Only you are allowed to come into my mouth. I won’t suck his cock. That’s my only rule.”
Ivo’s breath was ragged when he spoke. “God, Sofia, you know how to make a man feel a billion dollars.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. See at home. Take a cab, honey, stay safe.”
Sofia let the gallery at six but, outside, it was raining and she couldn’t find a cab. Figuring it was easier to run home through the rain, she set off, her clothes soaking through. It was only when she had to stop to cross the street when she felt the hackles on her neck rise. It was gloomy, the rain clouds dark and the streetlamps had yet to spark into life.
Sofia felt someone watching her. She scanned around, on guard, her senses on high alert. The street was relatively empty, but the few people on it were more concerned with getting out of the rain than they were with watching. Sofia brushed the feeling away and made it to the hotel entrance. Something snagged on her purse and sent it crashing to the pavement and as she bent to pick it up, she felt someone’s hand brushing through her hair. She stood, ready to fight. A man in a hooded jacket was walking swiftly away from her. She opened her mouth to call out to him then stopped. What had he done? Touched her hair, was all, and she didn’t even know if it was deliberate. By bending over, her head was at the same height as his hand so it could have been an accident. Sofia brushed her worries away. Fergus had gotten the message; he wouldn’t dare come to the hotel. She was still glad they would be in their own place soon.
When she got upstairs, Ivo was waiting. “Hey, gorgeous. Jonas called. He said he’d be here by the weekend. I offered to send the private jet for him but he gave me a lectu
re, kind of. Politely but firmly.”
Sofia grinned. “Man, you think I care about the environment, I have nothing on Jonas. He won’t let you spend a penny on him, you know.”
Ivo rolled his eyes. “How can he be related to the Rutland’s?”
“I’ve often asked myself that. I truly wish he was my full-blood brother.”
Ivo sat on the couch and held his arms out. “I know you told me you called him. Want to share how he reacted?”
Sofia went into his arms and snuggled close to him. “He cried. I cried. I apologized for not contacting him sooner. He apologized for not trying hard enough to find me. It’s not as if he had Fergus’s money – Fergus cut him off when Jonas fell in love with an African-American woman.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. Fergus is that much of an asshole. God, why did I never see it? Anyhow, that didn’t bother Jonas – he’s always trod his own path. He and my mother were extremely close. I think that’s why he and I were too. He was the best brother to me.”
Ivo kissed her temple. “Then I’m glad he’s back in your life.”
“Me too. The reason I called him was his relationship with my mom. She used to confide things in him, him being older than me so I want to know if she told him anything that could have affect me, that I’ve buried.” She looked up at Ivo. “Ivo…the conversation we had, about kids, I want to do my best to repair any psychological damage so that we can at least talk about kids. The thought of bearing your son, seeing him, all dark curls and big green eyes, makes my heart sing. But until I can be sure that I won’t be a danger to them, or neglectful or…”
“Ssh, you’re overthinking this. We have plenty of time and if we decide not to have kids, then so be it. But I think it’s a good thing you reconnected with your brother anyway. I can’t wait to meet him.”
Sofia felt a rush of pure love flood through her. “God, Ivo Zacca, I think you might be the most perfect guy.”
“Ha,” Ivo grinned a crooked smile at her. “I’ll remember that when I’m losing an argument.”
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