Setting her glass down, she faced him, swallowing when he eliminated the distance between them.
“You fear me. That is wise,” Maxim said.
He reached for the gold pins holding her hair in place and plucked them out one by one.
Sofia moaned when he twirled his fingers into her hair, then tugged, exposing the side of her neck. “I’m not afraid of you,” Sofia said, voice husky and unrecognizable.
“I’m your husband, Sofia. I can do whatever I want with you, and no one would care, not even your father.” Maxim started kissing the side of her neck.
A shameful groan spilled from her lips, and she clutched his shoulder, needing him for balance. She shuddered, feeling the edge of his teeth on her skin. He bit down, leaving a perfect imprint of his teeth there for all the world to see.
She gasped, but he covered the rest of her cry by crushing his lips against hers. Sofia’s nipples hardened against her lace bra. Drowning, Sofia allowed herself to get lost in his demanding kiss and his possessive touches.
When he pushed his tongue between her lips, Sofia let him in. He ground his body against hers. All her initial apprehension and fears vanished.
Sofia might hate her new husband’s guts, but she wouldn’t lie to herself. She wanted him as much as he did her.
Fight, flight, or yield. The answer was simple.
They had said the vows. He claimed Sofia was his property, but he’d forgotten that he was also hers.
Maxim pulled away, leaving her panting and needing more. Bastard.
“Turn around,” he ordered, and Sofia did so without complaint.
Maxim unzipped her, letting the dress pool at her ankles. Sofia stepped out of it, kicking her heels away.
Her bare foot touched the fuzzy carpet. Maxim undid the clasp of her bra.
Once that was out of the way, he slipped his fingers down her belly and past the band of lace underwear. Sofia gasped as he touched the most intimate part of her body.
“So wet for me already, wife?” he asked, moving his fingers up and down.
So good, she thought. Whimpering, she thrust herself at him. Shame had flown out the window a long time ago.
When he pulled his fingers back, Sofia grabbed his hand. Maxim seemed surprised. A lazy, smug look settled on his face when she put his fingers into her mouth and licked them clean.
“You continue to surprise me, sweet Sofia,” he murmured.
Sofia let out a nervous laugh.She didn’t know what came over her. “Is that a good thing?” she asked.
“What do you think?”
Maxim didn’t expect an answer. He reached for her underwear again, then with a single violent jerk, he broke the thin strap holding the triangular piece of cloth together.
The fabric fluttered to the ground. He spun Sofia by the shoulder, smiling as he looked at her, completely bare and with nothing to hide.
There was something erotic about her standing before him while she wore nothing and he remained dressed in his tuxedo. She walked up to him, feeling bold and confident. Two adjectives she would never use to describe herself.
Growing up next to her slim and golden-haired sister, Sofia always felt like the awkward, ugly duckling. At this moment, Maxim made her feel like a queen. Sofia undid his bowtie. Maxim took off his jacket, and Sofia hastily unbuttoned his shirt, exposing tanned skin covered in black ink and hard muscle.
Her mouth went dry. She touched her sensitive nipples and her pussy, wanting to relieve some tension.
“No.”
Sofia halted, wondering why that one word held so much power, wondering why his reprimand made her feel like a guilty child caught doing something wrong.
Then she realized she liked it. Sofia winced. He put his hands on her shoulders, kissing her fiercely, and Sofia responded eagerly.
Maxim released her, then slowly edged her toward the bed. Sofia took the hint and climbed onto the sheets.
He took off his shirt, his shoes. His trousers followed, then his boxers.
Sofia stared at his long and thick cock, speechless. Maxim plucked something from the ground. His bowtie.
In his hand, the silken black fabric looked longer than most bow ties.
Anticipation slid down her spine as she wondered what he planned to do with it.