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Trapping Sophia : A Dark Romance(26)
Author: Izzy Sweet

I suck in a shrill breath at the threat. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him to elaborate.

But the way his gaze glitters at me, I get the impression he wants just that. He wants to describe what he would do to me, against my will.

No doubt, bullying grieving, defenseless women is what gives him his jollies in life.

“You’re a bastard,” I hiss at him.

“Oh, you have no idea,” he says in full agreement, his lips curving with a hint of a smirk.

Does he think I’m stupid? That I wouldn’t immediately investigate him after that night? Does he still not understand I know exactly who he is and what he’s capable of?

“Oh, I think I do,” I sneer back.

“Do you?” James asks, his left brow cocking with interest as his smirk grows. He presses closer and alarm bells start to go off in my head as his voice grows softer, huskier. “Do you really know how much of a bastard I am, Sophia?”

I can’t back down as his eyes search my face, waiting for my response. My sheer stubbornness refuses to give him that satisfaction, even though on some level I’m aware that this is another one of his traps.

“Yes, James. I know exactly how big of a bastard you are,” I confirm with a scowl.

“Then…” he drawls out, his eyes lighting up with heat as they drop to scorch my lips. “You won’t be surprised by this.”

Without any other warning, he pushes his body against mine and grabs the back of my head. I’m so shocked by the turn of events, by the utter audacity of it, I don’t do anything to stop him.

Fingers twisting in my hair, he jerks my head up and crushes his mouth against my mouth.

And suddenly it’s the night we met all over again.

Echoes of it come back to me as his soft lips press against mine.

The warmth after being so cold…

The relief of finally feeling safe…

Then the abandonment.

I thought I was over him. I thought I hated him enough to never be affected by him again.

But I was wrong.

So very wrong.

Even now, I can feel he has this unexplainable power over me. A power that instantly makes me weak and open to being hurt again.

My hands push at his chest, finally reacting.

Undeterred, James growls and presses closer. His kiss becoming deeper, harder.

It’s slow at first, the ability to feel anything other than anger and surprise.

But it’s there.

I can sense it.

Buried deep inside under a layer of ice.

As if he knows, James works to draw it out of me with each hot, searing pull of his mouth.

Unable to shove him away, pure panic washes over me as I start to feel.

Oh god, I don’t want to feel anything right now.

Especially not for him. The man who pushed me away when I needed him the most.

Lashing out in pure desperation, I start to pound on his chest and try to twist away.

Snarling, James fists his hand in my hair, tugs, and nips at my bottom lip.

A hot jolt of intense sensation courses through me, shattering the last of the ice as his teeth awaken the little nerves there.

Gasping, I inadvertently leave myself open.

Seizing the opportunity, he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, hungrily stroking it against my tongue.

And I start to melt.

For the past four days, I’ve been dead inside. A hollow, empty, aching shell.

But his touch, his taste, is somehow making me feel something other than pain. Something other than despair.

My hands grab at him with a mind of their own, trying to pull him closer instead of pushing him away.

Knowing damn well he could walk away again, and not caring…

I don’t need him forever, I decide, finally giving up on fighting him.

I just need him for now.

Growling into my mouth as my nails scratch at his warm skin, he deepens the kiss even more. Thrusting his tongue so deep, he forces my neck to arch back for him.

Time seems to stand still as I give in and let him devour me.

Let his kiss light me on fire and burn everything away.

Only the loss of his lips and the sudden sound of his voice pulls me back to reality.

“Sophia…” he groans like a man in pain, and then I’m being lifted off my feet.

His hips fit between my thighs and something hard presses against me.

I arch instinctively and wrap my arms around his neck as another spike of unexpected pleasure slices through my body.

The kiss broken, his voice sounds rough, breathless, as he tries to say, “Sophia, I—"

Tugging his head back down, I cut him off. Using my lips to smother whatever it is he wanted to say.

I don’t want to talk right now.

I don’t want to risk him ruining everything I’m experiencing.

Because I’m close now… So close to that elusive thing I didn’t know I need, but now know I can’t live without.

And I’ll have it, one way or the other.

Even if I have to take it from him.

He tries to pull away again, pushing against the arms I’ve wrapped around his neck.

Nails scraping up to his head, I yank hard and pull him right back.

He owes me this, goddammit.

Owes me for all the shit he’s put me through.

And I’ll be damned if I let him push me away and walk away again.

He may have started this, but I’m going to finish it.

I’m literally going to take my pound of flesh as payment.

Making a sound of frustration, he grinds his erection against me and kisses me back roughly. His lips mashing against me with a hint of teeth.

He may be trying to punish me, but it only excites me, causing little tingles to spread across my skin.

Thighs tightening around him, I roll my hips, grinding back. Rubbing my clit against the hard cock stabbing through his sweatpants.

“Fuck,” he manages to rasp before I cut him off again.

Shoving my tongue as far as I can down his throat, I chase this growing hunger for something more.

Something just out of reach that will magically make everything bearable again.

We spar back and forth, fighting each other with our tongues, lips, hips, and teeth. Until his hold on me suddenly tightens.

Hefting me up, he spins away from the door and starts to carry me.

My ankles lock and I stiffen with a little trepidation.

But his strength doesn’t waver.

One hand tangled in my hair, holding my head in place, his other grips my ass. Still kissing me, he walks with confidence, as if he knows even without looking exactly where he’s going.

After two dozen or so steps, he shoves me up against a wall.

His hand leaves the back of my head long enough for me to come up for a breath of air.

Then his hand returns, pulling my mouth back to his.

Vaguely, I’m aware of a door slamming against a wall, but then he’s hefting me back up and spinning. Kissing me with greedy desperation.

Trusting he knows where he’s going now, I give myself fully to all the sensations.

With his arms tight around me, I’m free to let go of everything. Free to shed this skin I’ve been suffocating in.

He takes a few more uncounted steps and then he sets me on something soft. Breaking the kiss only long enough to rip my shirt over my head.

Then, with his mouth, he pushes me down, his hands grabbing at the waistband of my leggings.

He kisses me long and deep before his lips trail down to my neck. I grab at his head, trying to pull him back, but he growls and roughly shakes me off.

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