Chapter 6: His possession

Sofia:

I awoke in a room I didn't recognize, the sun streaming through the sheer curtains. The events of last night came flooding back to me making my heart race.I sat up and saw Antonio sited like a king at his office table, he looked stressed while talking to someone on the phone.

I couldn't pick up whatever they were talking about because I was clearly still hungover, I'm taking a mental note to never let Lilian take me out ever again. "Good morning dolcezza" Antonio's deep voice echoed through the room leaving goosebumps on my skin. "Morning" I muttered, rubbing the sleep from eyes. "Did you bring me here?"

"Yes", Antonio replied, his voice business like. "You are going to be my wife Venditti. Why were you dancing in my club last night." I swallowed, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks at his words. There was something about the way he said them , a possessive edge that sent a shiver through me.

" I'm not sure I'm ready to be anyone's wife," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Antonio laughed softly a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Not ready to be anyone's wife, eh?" Antonio said, stepping closer to me. "But what about my wife? Would you be ready for that?"

He was inches from me now, his cologne mingling with the scent of freshly-brewed coffee. My heart hammered in my chest as he reached out, gently tracing a finger down the side of my face.

"Tell me, Sofia," he murmured, his voice like velvet. "Are you really so opposed to the idea of being mine?"

I met his gaze, my breath catching in my throat. "I'm not opposed to the idea," I whispered, my voice shaking slightly. "But what does being yours mean, exactly?"

Antonio's lips curled into a wicked smile. "It means being spoiled, indulged, protected," he said, his eyes alight with desire. "It means being mine in every sense of the word. Are you sure you can handle that, Sofia Venditti?"

I felt the heat rising in my cheeks, my body flush with desire.

Antonio moved closer still, his body pressed against mine. "I think you can handle it, Sofia," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "But I'm going to have to make sure. I'm going to have to prove to you that I can give you everything you've ever wanted."

His fingers traced a delicate line down the side of my neck, teasingly grazing the curve of my collarbone.

"And believe me, Sofia," he murmured. "I am very, very good at giving pleasure

Antonio:

I watched Sofia shiver beneath my touch, her breath quickening, her pulse racing. She may have been unsure, even resistant, but her body told me a different story.

Sofia Venditti was mine. It was only a matter of time before she accepted it.

I leaned in, my lips grazing her jawline, my teeth grazing her earlobe. "Tell me, Sofia," I whispered. "What do you want?"

Sofia hesitated, biting her lip. "I don't know," she murmured.

Sofia's eyes flashed, a fire suddenly blazing in their depths. "Well, I can tell you one thing I don't want," she said, her voice rising with defiance. "I don't want to be some kind of prize to be won, or a possession to be claimed. I'm a person, Antonio, not a piece of property."

I grinned, relishing the spark of spirit in her voice. "Oh, I know you're a person, Sofia," I said, my voice soft and dangerous. "A very intriguing person, at that.

"But you're also mine," I continued, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "And as for being a prize...well, Sofia, you're the most valuable prize I've ever laid eyes on. The only question is whether you're ready to accept that."

Sofia trembled beneath my touch, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "I don't know if I am," she whispered. "I don't know if I can trust you, Antonio. You're so powerful, so dangerous..."

"Dangerous?" I repeated, feigning shock. "Me? Why, I'm nothing but a gentle lamb, Sofia. Harmless as a butterfly." I traced my finger down her neck, lingering at the hollow of her throat. "But maybe, just maybe, I might need to show you how harmless I am. Would you like me to show you, Sofia? To prove to you that you have nothing to fear from me?"

Sofia shuddered, her eyes dark with desire. "Show me," she whispered. "Show me, Antonio."