Confession…

Confession…


Sophia’s POV: 

Ivan led me to his room away from the noise, sweaty body, and alcohol. My body was already humming with need before he closed the door behind him.

His arm came around my waist pulling me flush to his body, my breasts pressed firmly against his chest. “I've been wanting to get you alone all evening.” 

My breath caught. “You have?” 

As if it was a response, he pressed his hardening erection against me.

“Kiss me,” came my breathless reply, and he did so instantly, claiming my lips possessively as my heart soared with love and happiness.

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“I love you,” I blurted as we both tried to catch our breath after an earth-shattering orgasm. 

Ivan stiffened, the silence in the room was loud.

My heart sank. 

Okay, maybe it wasn't a great idea to blurt out your feelings especially seconds after fucking but I was way too much in my feelings to think. It was like my orgasm had made me loose-lipped and brainless…

Still, his reaction hurt in the way I knew it would. 

I fought back embarrassing tears as I tried to backtrack my words. “Look, Ivan, I… I didn't—”

“I already knew.” 

His words were like a bucket of ice water dumped on my head.

He knew?! 

I bolted upright, staring into those dark, blue eyes. “What do you mean?”

His face held no expression. “You've confessed to me before—”

“No, I—”

“In your sleep.”

My face fell. “Oh…” 

My chest tightened painfully.

What's worse? 

Confessing now and getting nothing back or Confessing something in the past and not even knowing it while he pretended not to know.

Anger bubbled below the surface as I wordlessly climbed off the bed. I could hear him move too but I was too busy trying to find my damn clothes but that was proving difficult as my vision was blurry.

He tried to reach for me and I flinched. “Sophia—”

“Don't!” My voice was hard but anyone could hear the trembling in them. “Don't touch me.” 

I grabbed my top first, trying to find where I'd discarded my panties and bra—the last thing I needed was to breakdown butt naked.

I can't believe it!

I knew he wasn't one for love, relationships, and all that. But if he knew I loved him and knew he couldn't love me back, why the hell did he string me along?! 

Why was he kind to me?

Why did he fight my battles for me?

Protect me? Defend me?

Fuck me like he couldn't get enough?

A strong hand grabbed my arm tightly and whirled me around until I was face to face with the man I'd willingly kill for—I was positive I'd sell my soul to the devil just for Ivan.

“Why are you upset?” He asked softly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Does he seriously not know why I was upset?

“You don't know?!” My voice was higher than normal.

A deep sigh. “No, solynshko, I don't.” 

“That damn endearment!” I snapped and he flinched. “That's part of it!” Tears hit my cheeks before I could stop them, and my breathing became laboured as anger and pain warred within me. “You call me these sweet names, do things for me that my own father wouldn't, protect me, fuck me, and yet, you don't want me! Is this fun for you?!” 

It was his turn to look slightly upset and I almost wiped that expression off his face.

I should be the one upset.

Me!

“Who says I don't want you?” 

“You don't have to say it,” I gritted. “Your actions already told me that. From how you pretended to not know that I love you to now when you almost had a heart attack because I confessed! If you do not want me, let me go!” 

“You're mine!” He growled, emotions creeping into his stoic features.  “I want you. Badly. I keep trying to stay away but I can't. I keep telling myself that I will fuck you out of my system and be on my way back to my country but it's been months and I'm still here! Hell, I've moved my headquarters here!” 

Emotions clogged my throat as I blinked up at him. “Why…?” 

“Because I love you!” His voice cracked, his face pinched like it had physically hurt to say those words. “I didn't want to love you. Not you, not anyone else. But somehow you kept burrowing under my skin, I found myself not wanting to hurt you, I found myself not being able to be away from you…” he cupped my face gently, his thumb wiping my tears. “Nothing ever scares me, solynshko but the strong affection I have for you does. I love you, I want to own you, to possess you… I want to be as close to you as possible, probably live under your skin and that's terrifying. I should have let you go long ago but I wasn't a good man, I was selfish, and I wanted to have it in any way I could. I don't think I was enough—”

“You're enough for me,” I cut him off, sniffling. 

Holy fuck.

Ivan loves me back.

Not in the healthiest way, sure. But who fucking cares?!

“I don't care for anything else, Ivan. I just needed to know that you and I were on the same page. I just needed to know that you wanted me as badly as I wanted you,” I admitted. “I don't care for anything else, Ivan, just as long as we have each other. I love you so much.”

“You're not scared that I may be too much? That I may be dangerous?”

I smiled softly. “You'll never hurt me, Ivan.” 

“I love you too, solynshko and I'm sorry I made you cry, I promise I'll never make you cry, ever. For as long as we're together.” 

I lifted on my toes capturing his lips and he met me halfway, pressing my naked body against his equally naked body.

I didn't know why I'd doubted him before, didn't know why I'd thought he'd never love me back. Maybe it was because the man that had kidnapped me back in Moscow had been stoic and void of emotions but I should have known that man had come a long way and that he was changing. Because that man was currently kissing me like he couldn't get enough like he was addicted.. and I loved it.