Chapter 29 The Art of Anticipation
Chapter 29 The Art of Anticipation
Sofia’s POV
Leaving Annabelle with Ronan doesn’t sit well with me, but she insisted she’d be fine and I’ve learned to respect my friend’s choices, even when my gut disagrees.
Still, I can’t dwell on that now. Marcus is coming over tonight.
And I intend to make sure he remembers this night for a very long time at least to get his mind off Victoria’s issues.
I flag a taxi down and glance at my reflection in its window as it slows to a stop beside me lips glossed, cheeks warm, heart racing. “Rack Shack,” I tell the driver, unable to hide my grin.
He nods and drives, while I sit back, imagining Marcus’s reaction when he sees me. My stomach flips with excitement, a giddy warmth crawling up my neck.
By the time the cab stops, my pulse is hammering. I pay quickly and rush inside, the bell above the door chiming my arrival.
“Welcome, ma’am,” the store assistant greets, her smile polite but sharp-eyed, like she already knows why I’m here.
“Hi,” I say, returning her smile. “Please show me the sexiest lingerie you’ve got, something that’ll make a man forget how to speak.”
Her lips curl into a knowing smirk. “I’ve got just the thing. Come with me.”
I follow her past aisles of lace and silk until we reach the back of the store. A glittering wall of temptation. Satin reds, soft pinks, midnight blacks. My eyes dart from one delicate piece to another, completely overwhelmed.
“Oh,” she says, pulling something from a rack, thin, black, and sinful. “This one. It won’t hide much, but it’ll make you feel like a goddess.”
I take it, and my cheeks flush instantly. The thought of Marcus’s face when he sees me in this is almost too much to handle.
“Try it on,” the woman urges with a wink.
Inside the fitting room, I slip it on and look at myself in the mirror.
The reflection staring back is definitely not me. Its someone powerful, dangerous, entirely in control. I smile, turn a little, and whisper to my reflection, “He’s definitely not ready for this.”
I change back, pay for it, and clutch the little bag to my chest as I step out into the night.
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Two hours later, my apartment glows in the soft light of scented candles. I’ve showered, styled my hair, and clipped in my nose ring. I’ve even tried (and failed) to scrub the stubborn paint from under my nails. A battle I’ve officially surrendered.
Now, as I sit at my vanity, applying a final layer of gloss, the knock finally comes.
My heart skips.
I nearly knock over a bottle of perfume in my rush to the door. I pause, take a deep breath, and drop my voice to a low, teasing murmur.
“Hey,” I greet, opening the door.
Marcus’s eyes meet mine, and his breath catches. “Hey, goddess.”
That voice. Rough and reverent at once, sends a shiver down my spine.
“Come on in,” I say, stepping aside, pretending not to notice how his gaze drags over me.
He enters slowly, eyes still locked on me. For a moment, the air between us hums, quiet, charged, dangerous. Then, before I can say another word, he moves.
He catches me by the waist and pins me lightly against the door. His mouth meets mine in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger, and I melt instantly.
When he finally pulls back, I can barely breathe.
“Missed me?” he murmurs, voice rough against my lips.
I smirk. “Maybe a little.”
He laughs softly, brushing a thumb over my jaw. “Liar.”
Before he can kiss me again, I press a finger to his chest. “Wait.”
He blinks, amused. “Wait?”
“I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh?” His tone drops, curiosity flaring in his eyes. “What kind of surprise?”
“The kind that’ll make you behave… or not,” I tease, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the chair by the couch. “Sit.”
Marcus raises a brow but obeys, settling into the chair with a grin tugging at his lips. “You’re being awfully bossy tonight.”
“You love it.”
He chuckles. “Can’t argue with that.”
I take a step back, feeling his eyes devour me. Slowly, I untie my robe, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of silk.
Marcus inhales sharply, his expression flickering between awe and something darker. “Holy hell, Sofia…”
His voice trails off, thick with emotion he doesn’t bother hiding.
I grin, enjoying every second of his reaction. “You like it?”
“‘Like it’ doesn’t begin to cover it,” he mutters, shaking his head slightly. “You look… unreal.”
I step closer, close enough for him to reach out and trace a finger along my arm. “You haven’t even seen the best part yet,” I whisper.
He laughs under his breath, low and reverent. “You’re going to kill me one of these days.”
“Not tonight,” I say, leaning in until our lips almost touch. “Tonight, I plan to make you wish you were immortal.”
His grin fades into something more serious, more heated. “You already do.”
For a moment, silence stretches between us. Heavy, electric. Then, his hand slides to the back of my neck and his lips capture mine again.
Fuck babe, you tas…” he trails off when I guide his hands to my breast.
His mouth suddenly leaves mine and covers my nipple through the thin lace of the bra. He laps at it gently while squeezing the other nipple. My head tips back in pleasure as I push my titties closer to his face.
“You taste and smell so good babe, I could remain here all week fucking you senseless. You would love that wouldn’t you?’
“Fuck yes”! I reply shamelessly
Gently, he turns us around and places me on the couch while looking at my panties with so much lust I almost cum from the intensity of it.
“Do you love this very much?”
“Uhm”
“Fuck it, I’ll get you a thousand better ones later” and with that he rips it causing me to gasp and laugh afterwards.
“Marcus! You’re crazy”
“For you baby, crazy is an understatement”
While still giggling, Marcus suddenly thrusts his finger into me and starts finger fucking me so hard I can’t stop moaning. As if that is not enough, his lips suddenly lands on my clit, sucking and nibbling and gently biting, making the pleasure even higher.
“Oh fuck! Yes Marcus, yes!”
Marcus continues to torture me until I can’t take it anymore.
“Marcus?”
“Yes baby”
“I want you to fuck me right now”
“Your wishes are my command, your highness” he replies smugly.
I sit up and help him to unbuckle his trouser, dragging it down his legs swiftly. I’m about to pull him to me when he chuckles.
“Slow down tiger, give me a minute”
He checks his pants pocket and brings out a condom and I almost slap myself for forgetting about that.
He hurriedly rolls on the condom and I widen my legs for him so he can settle in between my legs comfortably.
He finishes and eases into me and damn! his cock fills me up so much I almost can’t breathe.
“Fuck baby you feel so good, so tight. This cunt was made for me wasn't it?”
I nod frantically as I’m too full and too far gone to compose words.
“Cat got your tongue?… thrust… I would need to hear you say it….. thrust…Whose cunt is this?…..thrust.
“Yours… it’s yours”
“Fuck yes, you’re so perfect, you take my cock so perfectly”.
He starts to pound into me with vigor hard and fast and I can feel my closeness already.
“Fuck I’m co…….”
“Yes baby, cum for me,common cum for me”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh”
I feel my walls clench around him and my thighs tremble violently as waves after waves of pleasure takes over me.
“He slams into me a few times more and he cums as well”
We both lay down breathless and sated, he still inside me and me with a huge tired smile on my face.
“Don’t you dare sleep Sofia, I’m not done with you”.