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Chapter Sixteen
Dominic
Sophia and I are sitting in the backseat of the SUV with Shadow and Tucker in the front. Sophia has been quiet on the way to our hotel. She’s lost in her thoughts and she’s dwelling on her brother’s betrayal. Taking her hand in mine, I lace our fingers together and lightly squeeze. Her rich brown eyes find mine and I can feel her reaching out to me, asking me to throw her a lifeline. I have just very thing she needs.
When we reach the hotel, she finally smiles when she sees we’re turning into the Four Seasons. “Your favorite,” she says with a nudge to my side.
Shadow and Tucker get out of the car. Shadow goes inside to check-in and get our room keys while Tucker stands guard outside.
“You’remy favorite,” I say warmly. The words are true but I’d like to see a brighter smile on her face.
Her smile fades, but the look she gives me in return is one of pure adoration. She leans in and kisses me softly on the lips. Her hand strokes my jawline, scrubbing my faded beard. “Love doesn’t even come close to describing my feelings for you. If I had to choose the best moment of my life, it would be the moment you made me yours. And I’ve been yours since that day, probably even before.Youare my forever.“
“Not that I don’t love hearing you say that, but where is this coming from?”
“You have a close relationship with your family, so if you had to choose between them and me, there’s no contest. You’d always choose them. It’s not the same with my family, Dom. I’ll never choose anyone over you,” she says solemnly. “You’re all I have. I have no one else.”
I knew if her brother actually showed up, it would be hard on Sophia. From what Shadow has told me about Shawn, he’s in way too deep to think of anyone but himself. He more than proved how weak he is when he offered up his sister as payment for his crimes. I wanted to pummel the bastard when, like a fucking coward, he couldn’t even look her in the eye.
Her words are meant to reassure me that she won’t betray me to help her family when this situation escalates. Her eyes ask me to believe that she’s on my side and to trust her love for me. What she hasn’t realized is I already do believe her on both counts.
“It’s time to get you alone in our hotel room, Sophia,” I murmur against her lips as my hand wraps around the back of her neck. Pulling her to me, I claim her mouth with mine, stake my territory with my tongue, and exert my dominance with my hold on her. She willingly submits, instantly succumbs, and becomes like putty in my hand. “Upstairs.”
We exit the vehicle as Shadow approaches with our room key. “Presidential Suite,” he says with a smile. Shadow, Tucker, and I grab our suitcases from the back and move swiftly to the elevators as the valet parks the car.
Shadow performs his standard check of the room before leaving us alone. After I lock the door behind him, I turn to Sophia and the need to devour her nearly overtakes me. Her return smile says she’s ready to be devoured.
“You have to eat first, Sophia,” I say calmly. “My baby girl and my baby both need food.”
Sophia takes a haggard breath and nods, “You’re right. I lost my appetite at the restaurant, but I do need to eat.”
“Especially for what I have planned for you tonight,” I hint. “You’ll need all the energy you can get.”
“By all means, let’s order room service this very minute,” she purrs. “You don’t want to keep your girl from her dessert, do you?”
“My Angel,” I say with a shake of my head, “my girlisdessert tonight.”
Picking up the phone, I dial room service and order our meals after Sophia chooses what she thinks she can safely eat. She gives me a curious but excited look when I order strawberries, chocolate, whipped cream, and honey. “Oh, and can you include a couple of paraffin candles from the spa, too?” I ask the concierge before hanging up.
“Candlelight dinner for two?” she asks with a shy smile.
“Something like that.”
When everything arrives, she gives me a suspicious look when I put one candle to the side and light the other one. The spread of food is laid out on the table in front of us, but I put the strawberries, chocolate, whipped cream, and honey aside with the candle. Wiggling my eyebrows at her, I wordlessly tell her exactly what my plans for dessert are.
“Are you ready, my love?” I ask when the last of our dinner is consumed. Taking her hand, I help her stand and pull her into my arms. My mouth finds hers and I thrust my tongue in, enraptured with her taste and burning to take her right here on the table.
She has other plans, though. She pulls away and says, “I have a surprise for you. Give me five minutes?”
“Four. I can’t wait a second longer than that,” I concede and she rushes off to the bedroom. I hear the zipper of the suitcase and then the bathroom door clicks shut. While she’s busy, I gather my surprise for her and take the ingredients into the bedroom. “You have three minutes and I’m coming in after you,” I call out in warning and chuckle when I hear her squeal in response.
Gathering my supplies from my suitcase, I fashion a makeshift rigging system by typing my red, nylon rope to the chandelier hanging above the bed. The other surprise is lying on the bed directly in front of the rope. I quickly shed my clothes and wait in position for my girl to come out. She will never know it, but I just about swallow my tongue when she opens the bathroom door and I see my surprise.
I’ve never seen anyone who looks as fucking hot as she does. She’s wearing a tiny, black leather thong that ties on each side. Her matching black leather bra is cupless, so the leather straps only form a frame around her breasts rather than cover them. Her thigh-high, black leather stiletto boots complete her ensemble. I’m instantly hard as a fucking rock and my cock twitches when she licks her lips in response.
She saunters over to me, her hips swaying seductively as she approaches. She stops in front of me, extends her arms to the side, and positions her feet hip-width apart. Not even trying to hide the lascivious perusal of her body, I slowly rake my eyes up and down her body to drink in every inch of her. I reach out to feel the leather thong first. Then I drag my hand up her body–over her sexy stomach, across her navel, up her breastbone, across her throat, and stop at her luscious lips.
