The end was near…
CHAPTER 13
Sophia swam up from the amazing warmth, allowing her eyes to open. The stream of moonlight created a luminescent appearance, forging shimmers everywhere in the room. She knew where she was as well as what she’d done and as she opened her hand, her fingertips could feel warmth under them.
Lifting her head, she could tell that Wrath had fallen asleep by the even rise and fall of his chest. She was nuzzled next to him, her leg wrapped around his, one arm languishing over his chest. Pressing her face against his breastbone, she sighed and allowed her fingertips to trace circles on his skin. She’d enjoyed dinner, a bottle of wine, and another round of passionate sex.
With the enemy.
She couldn’t fathom the consequences of her actions or her decisions. How could she? He’d kept her as his hostage, requiring her to perform, submitting to his every need. How could anyone in their right mind want something like this?
But she did.
The night had been spectacular.
And unreal.
Her thoughts drifted to his comment about the island. Yes, she would love nothing more than to spend time with him at a tropical location. Warm ocean water, breezes floating through the palm trees, nights of passions, days of exploring. An adventure. A cold draft washed over her, given reality would soon come to pass. After arresting him, she’d only be able to see him behind a set of bars. He’d be sent away to a maximum security prison for the rest of his life. That was if he didn’t receive the death penalty, which was a solid chance.
As far as witness protection? The possibility remained; however, Wrath would need to expose every aspect of the consortium. In doing so, the target on his back would be a mile wide, exposing him to danger no matter if he received an identity change. Would he actually consider something so dire with a low percentage of success?
Not a cold day in hell.
Which led her to the reality of what they were both facing. She could lie, pretending that he’d kept her prisoner. Sighing, she clenched her fists. There was no other choice.
The thought tightened her throat. At least they had a few additional precious hours.Oh, my God. What are you thinking?
Insanity.
How far would she go for a man she’d fallen in love with?
The real answer was difficult to accept.
Hearing him stir, she crowded closer, watching the rise and fall of his chest. Such a tortured man, one who had no understanding of love. This wouldn’t change. There was no way he could ever accept a simple life when he’d been introduced to the most glorious riches in the world.
Food.
Drink.
Unbridled sex.
She was merely a cog in his very dangerous wheel.
If only she could stop time. She continued exploring his body, her fingers caressing, savoring his rippled muscles. He had a perfect physique, sculpted and lean, as if the very gods above had created him. As she moved her hand to his cock, she stifled a moan. He was hard as a rock.
Throwing back the covers, she rose onto one elbow. The moonlight allowed her to study his chiseled face. Yes, he was gorgeous. Unable to resist, she climbed on top, sliding his cock inside her pussy. The action didn’t seem to faze the sleeping Italian. As she began to ride him, moving in a slow and gentle fashion, she palmed his chest, rubbing her hands up and down.
And still, he remained asleep.
Sophia moved faster, forward and backward, her bruised ass slapping against his legs. Bending over, she kissed his lips, darting her tongue across the seam. She blew out, her breath moving strands of his hair. She licked the cleft in his chin and moved to his ear, nipping his earlobe. After clamping down her pussy muscles, she held the position. The man was huge, filling her completely.
But he was still in a sweet slumber.
She dropped her head, moving her open mouth to his nipple. Taking the tender flesh into her mouth, she sucked. This was far too sinful. A slight noise drew her attention just seconds before she was tossed onto her back, her arms pinned above her head. “Oh!”
Wrath hovered over her, a grin on his face. “You aren’t in charge, my sweet Sophia. That will never happen.” Pulling both wrists into one hand, he eased the other one down to her chest, cupping and squeezing her breast. “You belong to me to do with what I crave.”
“But you said my choice.”
