A GOOD GIRL'S RUIN(Erotic Stories Collection)

Chapter2

Sofia’s POV

Lonely and nearly penniless, I sat at the bar in The Bratva— a club rumored to be run by the Mafia and took a sip of the only good thing I had going for me tonight: alcohol. Enzo had left me nearly thirty minutes ago, and I couldn’t get myself to go home alone.

My gaze drifted around the packed club, and for the seventh time tonight, I spotted her.

Chocolate-colored hair. Huge f**k-me brown eyes with pouty, full raspberry-colored lips.

She sat on a man’s lap and kept stealing glances at me all night. A silky pink dress clung to her curves with a necklace dipped between her cleavage. The woman was i********:-influencer perfect, but without the filters.

I hadn’t ever been with a woman. God, I’d be way too anxious for something like that. I was bad enough with guys. But I’d gotten off to the thought of it. Never to someone as beautiful as her.

She was with her husband.

When she slid her shot glass across the bar for the third time tonight, I spotted the large diamond ring and wedding band on her finger. A long, disappointed sigh escaped me.

After averting my gaze back to my drink, I took one last sip and stared emptily at the bar top. I should’ve never come out tonight.

“Hi,” someone said to my right.

I snapped my head up. The pretty married woman had scooted onto the barstool next to me. My breath caught.

“What are you drinking?” she asked, giving me a soft smile.

My cheeks burned. I glanced to my left, convinced she was talking to someone else.

“I’m talking to you,” she said, smiling sweetly. “What’re you drinking?”

“I, um…”

She was smiling at me too sweetly. What is going on?

Darting my gaze around the room, I spotted large Italian guards posted at almost every door. Those rumors about the mob had to be true.

If she was with them, maybe she was going to ask me to go for a little chat in the back hallway for staring and then blow my head off.

“Amalfi Coast cocktail mixed with Afterglow,” the bartender said.

“Can we get two more?” she asked.

I grabbed my purse. “I actually don’t have any more cash on me. I should probably get going anyway.”

“Nonsense,” she said, placing her hand on my thigh to keep me seated. “My husband owns the club. It’s fine. I was going to buy you a drink anyway.”

The bartender slid the drinks over. She thanked him and told him to put the rest of my drinks tonight on her tab.

“You… you really don’t have to do that,” I whispered.

“You’ve been here all night. Alone.”

“Yeah, I, um…” I sipped my drink. “My date left.”

“He left you at a crowded club, all alone? Doesn’t sound like a winner.”

“He’s not,” I admitted,leaving out that part where I had only been seeing him because he had a huge d**k and loved taking me to fancy places. “But he takes care of me… sometimes.”

“Sweetheart,” she murmured, inching closer. Her fingers lingered on my thigh. “If he cared about you, he’d bring you home. Not leave you in a club where strangers like me could come flirt with you.”

My heart raced. She widened her eyes slightly, realizing what she’d said, but didn’t pull her hand away.

“So… that’s what you’re doing here?” I asked playfully. “Flirting with me?”

She dropped her hand to my knee again, her fingers lingering on my bare flesh. Instead of moving her hand up my thigh, like I’d suspected her husband had been doing to her earlier while she stared over at me, she held it there, face softening.

“Is that too forward?” She giggled.

I glanced down at her hand on my knee and pressed my thighs together slightly to suppress the ache between them. When I looked back up at her, she dropped her gaze to my thighs.

“Maybe not forward enough?” she offered, fingers moving an inch higher. “Hmm?”

After pressing my lips together, I clutched my glass tightly and stared into her playful eyes. Slowly, she slithered her fingers up my thigh and underneath my skirt, and I didn’t stop her. I let her touch me, tease me, taunt me with her fingers.

When she reached my panties, she stiffened, sucked in a breath, and gnawed on the inside of her cheek. “God, you’re wetter than I am,” she murmured, which only made my p***y ache even more.

I sucked in a sharp breath, too, and spread my legs a bit wider. “Still … not forward enough,” I said, caught in the moment. Her pink-painted lips twitched into a small smirk, and she gently touched my c**t, rubbing it in circles underneath the bar top so nobody could see. Still, I peered around to make sure everyone had busied themselves with someone or something else.

If anyone saw this, saw us …

“What’s your name?” she whispered.

“Sofia,” I said in a breath as she massaged my c**t. “Wh-what’s yours?”

“Mallory,” she said, gaze dropping to my lips. “Say it.”

“Mallory,” I repeated.

“One night …” she said, smirking. “One night, you’ll be moaning it.”

Another wave of pleasure rushed through me, nearly pushing me to the edge already.

“I’ve wanted to talk to you all night.”

“But your husband …”

“Is okay with this,” she finished. “He even suggested it.”

“Are you … serious?” I whispered,unable to believe this was real.

She was either dead serious or had had a few too many drinks or a combination of both.

She took my hand. “Let me show you.”

“Show me what?”

“How serious I am.” She pulled my hand up her dress and placed it over her panties, which were completely soaked through.

Warmth rushed through my core, and I clenched. This couldn’t be happening. This really couldn’t be happening.

I glanced around to ensure nobody was watching us, then couldn’t stop myself from drawing my thumb over her swollen c**t. I furrowed my brow and whimpered to myself, the heat growing inside me.

Mallory softly moaned, staring at me with huge f**k me eyes that no woman had ever given me before. I had been the one to deal those out to Enzo every night for the past few months.

And while I knew I should be getting away from this place and going home, I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my thumb faster against her c**t. My hand was buried underneath her skirt, and heat was coming off her in waves.

“Do you want to come meet my husband? We have a proposition for you,” she asked suddenly, still rubbing my c**t.

“What kind of proposition?” I asked, heart pounding.

“One million dollars in exchange for you being our toy.”