Model Billionaire by Sophia March

Author:Sophia March [March, Sophia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PNK Publishing
Published: 2022-07-28T16:00:00+00:00

15

KIRA

What the fuck am I doing? I kissed him–I shouldn’t have kissed him. I should have kept teasing. Keeping a distance.

But I want it. I want him so fucking bad. I want every single one of his touches burned into my skin as I sit here suspended between disbelief and longing. I want the way he makes me feel to last forever. I feel like all I’ve ever known is violence, blood, and manipulation, and Romeo just makes me feel alive. Like a living, breathing human instead of an obsessed killing machine.

His lips feel so soft on mine, his hands pulling me closer and closer as I kneel over him in the sand. I’m already fumbling with his clothes, and I can’t stop myself, even though I know I should.

Fucking Romeo will only make this harder on me. I break the kiss as his hand slides up my dress, every cell in my body straining towards him despite what comes out of my mouth.

“Wait,” I whisper desperately. His fingers are on my inner thigh, inching up towards my lacy thong that’s already soaked with my arousal. It feels impossible to even say that one word.

“We shouldn’t,” I manage somehow. “We’re supposed to pretend to be together, not really–this will just make working together harder–”

“Oh, I’m already fucking hard.” Romeo grins at me, grabbing my hand and pulling it to his impressive erection. “And I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend, Lydia,” he adds, laughing as he kisses down my neck. His fingers are working their way under my thong, his tongue tracing patterns on my skin, his cock straining between my thighs. I want it to spread me open and let me feel what it’s like to be filled by it, to ride him until we both come, until I forget the truth–which is that I am a trained Bratva soldier, not a sidepiece for him to fuck or a mysterious model for him to claim as his. This can’t happen like this. Not now.

Then why the fuck don’t I shove him off? Why the fuck does he make me feel so damn weak? I'm supposed to be cutting, cunning, careful. Not careless and obsessed with affection. These feelings are only temporary. I'm certain of that, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting him any less.

“I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name and only scream mine,” Romeo whispers in my ear. Chills run across every inch of my skin as I feel fresh arousal coat my folds, my thong a drenched, useless mess at this point. I’m still pushing his shirt off, even though I’m screaming in my head that I can’t do this, and his fingers are toying with the lace–until he’s not toying anymore.

He grabs the back of my head with his other hand, kissing me hotly, and as he does, he pushes two fingers inside of me, curling them as he hits the spot that makes my back arch and my hips grind down onto his hand.

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