Page 75 of Daddy's Reluctant Queen

“Not yet,” I tell her. “Breathe through it.” She nods quickly, biting her lip, moaning breaths coming out of her.

I keep going. And the harder I bite her nipples, the more she starts to shiver. But all those lessons on control are working.She’s breathing through her moans and slowing her hips down as she grinds on my dick.

It’s glorious. She’s riding me like a fucking queen now.

I lift her up and lay her down on the couch, lifting her legs up on my shoulders and fucking her hard. The room fills with the sound of our skin slapping. She grips the arm of the couch, her mouth open as rhythmic gasps escape her.

“Hold onto it,” I say, trying to will my own orgasm back. “Hold it, baby.”

Her moan turns shaky and her pussy starts to grip me. “Fuck… Titus… fuck…”

“Oh, Sofia,” I moan. I’m going to come. It’s going to happen. “Fucking come for me, baby. Fall apart all over this dick, baby.”

She arches her back and I explode inside her. My own body is shaking and I push her legs off my shoulders, falling into her arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and kisses my neck as my body jerks with ever wave.

“I love you, Sofia,” I say. It comes out in a whisper, barely perceptible. I’m not even sure I’ve said it aloud.

I feel the walls of her pussy tighten around me, her hands running through my hair. She kisses me as she moves her hips slowly, the soft and sopping wet skin between us still sending warm waves over my body as she moves.

“I love you, Titus,” she whispers back. She kisses and bites my shoulder. Then, even softer, “I love you.”

It’s like we don’t want the others to know. The Bratva, the brotherhood, whoever. The movements of our world can’t stop this. Not now. Not at this very moment.

Her kisses and gentle nips send signals to my cock and before I know it, I’m hard again. I go slowly this time, making love to her in a way I’ve never done.

And under the firelight, as we make love together, I feel whole again. Somehow, she’s set it all right.

And when I leave this room, I’ll make it all right for the rest of us.

25

SOFIA

We ended up in his bed last night. In the throes of passion, he carried me up here, then we made love late into the night. I fell asleep after, wrapped up in his arms, our legs intertwined under the covers and my head on his chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat lull me to sleep.

It’s morning now and I’ve been watching the room lighten with the coming morning. I wish I could stop it from coming. I wish we could just lie here suspended in time.

We said a lot of things to one another last night. Things that people say when they’re caught up in horny passion and may not necessarily mean. It’s a greater tragedy than people ever talk or write about, the moment when you fall in love with someone who couldn’t possibly love you back.

I lift my head and look at his sleeping face. Silver hair mussed with long strands lying over his face, mouth slightly open as soft breaths brush my face, his salt and pepper beard a little fuller than it was yesterday… Damn. He actually looks even sexier right now than he did last night.

I maneuver my way out from under his arm and out of bed. I’m gonna pee, then go downstairs and make myself some coffee… then…

Then, I don’t know. He and I need to talk. Whatever he might actually feel for me in the daylight hours when he’s clothed and standing upright, I do not intend on standing in the shadows while he wades through all the bullshit to get his son back. I’ve been a lot of things in this crazy situationship, but I’ve never been a weak damsel in distress.

After peeing, I come out of the bathroom to see he’s shifted around to sleeping on his side. His back is to me and turned toward the hazy filtered light coming through his curtains. If I climb back into bed with him, I might wake him. If anybody needs sleep, it’s him.

I spot his robe lying across the bed and slip it on. It fits me like a huge, silken blanket. I have to tie the belt around twice to keep it closed and it still drags behind me. I didn’t think he was this much bigger than I am.

I leave his room, closing the door as gently as I can. The moment I step out into the hallway, I smell the warm scent of coffee coming from the kitchen downstairs. I guess his staff decided to get started early on making breakfast. Good. He’ll be expecting to eat when he wakes up.

As for me, I could use the coffee.

Downstairs I go. I walk on my tiptoes across the cool floor, Titus’s robe dragging behind me. The house is the kind of relative quiet it usually is without the presence of all of his men. I can still see a couple of them patrolling outside, but I imagine the rest are out looking for Titus’s son.

When he’s found, I almost feel bad for what he’s going to do to those twins…

I stop at the kitchen door. Ignat is standing at the counter wearing nothing but a pair of sweat pants. He’s got his back to me. Large bandages with heavy brown and yellow stains cover parts of his back in patches. The bits of skin I can see have deep blue and purple bruises.