Page 33 of Nobody's Girl

Sofia pushed his away roughly. “Don’t touch me.”

Ivo was there then, getting between the two of them. “Who is this, Sofia? Who the hell are you?”

Fergus bristled. “I am Sofia’s father, Fergus Rutland. And you?” He drew himself but couldn’t match Ivo’s great stature, height, certainly in the face of Ivo’s anger.

“Ex-step-father, I believe, and from what Sofia has told me, you threw her out of your family the day she buried her mother. You have no rights here, you son of a bitch. Get out of here.”

Fergus ignored him, and looked straight at Sofia. “Sofia…I know what I did was wrong. I know I can never make up for it. Please, let me try.”

Sofia was trembling so hard that Ivo put his arms around her to stop her from falling down. “No, I don’t want you here.”

Fergus, to his credit, nodded. “I shouldn’t have come tonight. I’ve ruined your evening and I’m sorry. But please, Sofia, please consider meeting me to talk. Just once is all I ask and then if you chose to cut me out of your life, I’ll respect it. I’m staying at the George V. For as long as it takes. Please, Sofia.”

He stared at her, his eyes soft, no anger in them, then nodded stiffly at Ivo. Ivo didn’t move. Fergus turned on his heel and left.

Ivo pressed his lips to Sofia’s hair. “Are you okay, baby?”

She nodded, but her body was still trembling. Why? Way tonight? It was as if the rug had been pulled from under her. Just as I found my place in the world. Sofia couldn’t process how she felt except for angry. So furious she couldn’t speak.

Desiree put her hand on Ivo’s shoulder. “Take her to your place, Ivo. She needs to be taken care of.”

Sofia felt her anger grow as she and Ivo made their way back to his hotel suite. She went to the window and stared out of it for a long time, not seeing anything. She felt sick, and angry and just…. she sighed. Ivo slipped his arms around her and she turned in his arms, pulling his mouth to hers roughly. Her kiss was rough, full of need and Ivo responded, his fingers tugging at the zipper of her dress as Sofia ripped his shirt open and kissed his chest. Naked, they didn’t make it to the bed, Sofia straddling him, impaling herself on his cock with a groan of pleasure. She rode him hard, taking out all her anger on him, but for his part, Ivo didn’t seem to mind. He caressed her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they were rock hard, then finger-fucking her navel in rhythm with his cock thrusting deep inside her ready and swollen cunt. He flipped her onto her back and pushed her knees to her chest. Her eyes were alive with lust and anger. “Fuck me hard, Ivo,” she said in a low growl, “Fuck me hard. Hurt me. I need you to fucking hurt me, Ivo…”

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.”