Prologue 1 (Hot)
Prologue
“Let me touch you the way you touched me…” He began after a pause. “Take off your bra, Sophia.”
Were these the words that changed everything for Sophia? I think not. This twisted, yet beautiful chase started way before this day. Way before she ever found out that she was arranged to marry him in seventy-four days.
’He said no sex until we get married, but why are we doing this?’ Sophia thought, as her head went white with shock. Despite her attraction to her fiancé, she couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Come here.” He said.
“I’ve not—”
“It’s okay. Just come.”
She obeyed, moved slowly, and sat back in his lap.
But he wrapped his arms around her. Her body grew tense instantly. Unsure and wanting, she clenched her fist.
“Relax, Sophia,” he whispered while pulling her against his chest and noting the rapid rise and fall of hers. “You have nothing to be worried about… You made me feel good. I want to make you feel better… Okay?”
She nodded without meaning to.
Despite the noise in her head, in a few minutes, she did as he asked—peeled off her bra and chose to feel better.
After all, what was she expecting when she followed a seducer home? A week ago, he’d given her a teaser. Eight months ago, he’d given her his number.
“You done?”
“Mm,” She could only mumble.
“Sit with your knees out. Back against my chest.”
Sophia did so clumsily.
The second his bare hands slithered into her dress from the halter opening, her breath fractured.
He covered her completely.
Her hands lifted to touch his, to slow him a little. But—
“Don’t do anything until I say you should,” he breathed in her ear. “Just feel.”
A moan came out of her. Heat filled her up, and soon, she started to melt.
He talked her through it, praised her through it, and stayed as her guide as she experienced something new.
It felt wrong yet wonderful at the same time.
“Don’t stop moving… ” He murmured just before her body went still.
Piece by piece, she was losing brain cells. Every inch of her felt tuned to him, helpless. But he wasn’t relenting just yet.
“Grip my leg, Soph…”
She couldn’t feel her hands. She was almost gone.
He kissed her cheek.
Sluggishly, her hands found his thigh, holding on as she sighed.
“Glide.” His voice dropped, scraping sinfully down her spine. “Easy, slowly…”
And this was all it took to blur the line between choice and obedience.
She moved when he pushed her forward. If only she knew that after this, resistance would no longer be simple.
“That’s my girl.” He whispered, stroking her arms gently. He’d successfully let her into his world and planted a seed of obsession in her.
From this day, Pandora’s box opened up, and by the time Sophia understood what escaped, the wrong eyes were already watching.
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One week ago…
