Page 73 of Daddy's Reluctant Queen

Despite my best efforts, my son was taken. I wonder if I had just kept him here like Sofia suggested…

I don’t know. No one was supposed to know where Ignat was and yet, they still found him. No one was supposed to even know about Luka, but they found out about him all the same. It’s making me doubt myself for the first time, possibly, in my life.

I hear the door slide open slowly and I pick up the scent of roses and jasmine.

“Sofia, leave me alone.”

She doesn’t say anything at first, but I hear the door close. The room still smells of her and I can hear her soft breath.

“I heard Ignat’s okay,” she says.

“He’s alive. That’s very different from ‘okay’.”

Her feet pad around the couch and she stands in front of me. Her hair is loose around her shoulders and she’s in nothing but a night shirt and panties. I look up at her, the amber light behind her giving her body a strange halo.

“I’m not in the mood to spar with you tonight, Princess,” I tell her. “Please leave me alone.”

She doesn’t move. She just stands there, staring at me.

“What?”

She sighs, then kneels down in front of me. “You’re going to find him,” she says softly.

“Shouldn’t have lost him in the first place. I should have killed Cyrus when I had the chance.”

“You don’t know that he didn’t have someone ready to kill Luka if something happened to him,” she says. “It was smart of you to keep him alive.”

She’s right and I know that she is. It doesn’t make this better. It doesn’t make this feeling go away.

“Still,” I say. “I failed as Pakhan.IfI survive this shit, I’ll be lucky if anyone decides to keep following me. Keeping a Bratva together after a rebellion is a challenge I didn’t think I’d ever have to face.”

She tilts her head. “Self-pity is a terrible look on you, you know.”

In spite of my emotions, I chuckle. “This is not self-pity. This is just reality.”

She nods slowly. “Well, I’m not going anywhere, so you can stop telling me to leave. But since I’m going to be here anyway…”

She lifts up a little and pulls the hem of her nightshirt out from under her bottom and then pulls it up and completely off her body, leaving her topless. The light from the fire behind her throws shadows on her perfect tits, enhancing the rose color of her hardened nipples.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I say, even as my cock starts to press against my zipper.

She doesn’t speak. She gets on her hands and knees and crawls to me. Then she kneels right at my knees and places her hands on them. “It’s been a very, very long day,” she says softly. “May I offer you some relief, Daddy?”

There’s something in how she calls me Daddy or even when she says my name that triggers something in my body. My dick is instantly hard and suddenly, my mind fills with images of fucking her in a million different ways.

But this distraction… I can’t handle this right now. “Sofia?—”

“We haven’t fucked in a while,” she says as she pushes my knees apart and slides her body between them. She undoes the buttons of my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders. She leans in and kisses my chest, pressing warm, soft lips against my skin and trading that with the warm wetness of her tongue as her hands go to my belt buckle and she starts to undo it.

“Your thinking is clouded,” she murmurs. “Will you let me give you something to relieve the pressure?”

She drags a finger down my zipper and looks up at me, waiting for my response. I’m stuck between what my body wants and what my mind tells me is the better option.

“You are a powerful man, Titus,” she says. “You just need to be reminded. Let your little princess do that for you.”

I brush her long hair over one shoulder, my thumb lingering on her jawline. “All right. Remind me.”

She unzips my pants and her hands expertly pull my dick out. Her warm hands move up and down the shaft, then she pulls it toward her lips. It starts with a soft kiss on the head, then her pink tongue swirls around it. She kisses down the side of my shaft and licks up the other side. Baiting me… teasing me…