Sophia
A pull to win or lose.
I'd expected it, but I hadn't expected it so soon.
So easy
So good...
What was I thinking?
I wasn't thinking.
His lips were on mine, unraveling, seething, claiming. He tasted of brandy and mint. The sensation made me feel like I was standing on clouds and made me melt into his hold.
With a start, I realized I was the one getting seduced instead.
His kisses were hot, demanding, and rough. In a moment, his mouth left mine, and his lips found my neck, holding me firmly; he bit on the tender flesh.
I let out a stifled yelp and pulled away from him.
His eyes looked dark with desire; when he moved towards me, I moved backward.
With fear.
For the first time ever, I suddenly feared Ricci Russo.
He had claimed my senses with just one kiss. How do I figh
