Sophia's POV
Even seated in his wheelchair, Vito radiated raw power that made my skin prickle with awareness. His long legs were spread beneath the expensive fabric of his charcoal suit, the material stretched taut over what I could see were solid, muscular thighs. Despite his supposed disability, there was nothing weak about the man before me.
I perched on his lap, my body moving restlessly as I tried to process the impossible situation I'd found myself in. The heat of him burned through his clothes, and I could smell that intoxicating scent of cedar and bergamot that seemed to cling to his skin.
I've never done anything like this before.
The thought hammered through my mind as I pressed closer, desperate to accomplish whatever it was he wanted from me. David's life hung in the balanc
