Sofia
HOPE
Damn, damn, damn.
I’m in deep trouble.
My dad had warned me about this guy. He was a colleague of Enrique’s, but as Dad always said, you can’t trust anyone in this line of work.
I decided I wouldn’t be intimidated by him like most people. I shook off my nerves, lifted my chin, and met his dark brown gaze. He was a sight to behold.
He stood at a towering six-foot-four, making me feel small in comparison. His fitted shirt outlined his muscular build and broad shoulders. He was stylish, handsome, and undeniably dangerous.
“I see you recognize me, tigre,” he smirked, stepping closer. He was barely three feet away. His voice sent a chill down my spine.
The way he called me tiger in Spanish stirred something in me.
Get it together, Hope.
“Hope. Hope Anderson.” I closed the gap between us and extended my hand. I wasn’t going to be one of those people too scared to stand up to him.
“Hope.”
The way my name rolled off his tongue made my heart race. I felt my nipples harden and cursed myself for not wearing any underwear.
“You’re Daniel Anderson’s youngest daughter.”
It sounded like a question, but I had a feeling he wasn’t used to asking. He was more the commanding type.
“We’re twins,” I corrected, annoyed at being labeled the youngest. Three minutes didn’t count.
“Everyone out. I want a moment with Hope,” he ordered, his voice radiating authority.
The guards scattered, leaving me alone with him. There was no escape. Fighting would be futile and likely fatal.
“What do you want from me?” I asked, making sure my voice was steady, showing no fear.
“The only thing I want from you is you.” He pulled me closer.
I looked into his eyes, unsure of what was to come. I’d never had a boyfriend. I’d kissed a few times, but that was it.
“Look what you’ve done to me,” he said, pressing his arousal against my stomach.
A soft moan escaped my lips, and I fought the urge to press my thighs together. What’s happening to me? Did I drink too much?
“Screw you!” I snapped, pulling away. This was why I didn’t dress provocatively. Guys only wanted one thing.
“You want me too, tigre.”
Realizing my hypocrisy, I was drawn back to him. The thought of him inside me made me moan. I’d definitely had one too many cocktails. I couldn’t be trusted around men when I’d been drinking.
He groaned, and I just stared back at him.
Is this worth it?
Throwing caution to the wind, I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He reacted instantly, his hands on my ass and his lips on mine.
The kiss wasn’t slow or sensual. It was raw, a display of his dominance. He bit my lip, seeking entrance, but I resisted. I wasn’t sure I could control myself if we went any further.
He tried again, but I denied him each time. I could tell he was getting frustrated as his grip on my ass tightened. Then he slapped my ass, drawing a moan from me.
He seized the opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch.
I’m done for, I thought as our tongues battled for dominance. I knew he’d win, but I wasn’t going down without a fight.
When we finally broke apart for air, I realized my dress was already unzipped. There was no turning back now. Not that I wanted to.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he said, guiding me to the edge of a table and sitting me down.
I released my grip with my hands but kept my legs wrapped around him. I liked how close he was to where I wanted him.
He slid his hands up my body and lowered my dress to my waist, revealing my breasts. I should’ve felt self-conscious, but his lust-filled gaze was encouraging.
He bent his head to my neck, peppering it with kisses and nips. I tilted my head back to give him better access.
He pinched my nipple, drawing a loud moan from me as he continued his assault on my neck.
Damn, he’s good.
He finished teasing my nipples and moved his hand lower, to where I’d been craving his touch. He watched my face as he slid his hand into my dress, smirking when he discovered I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“You can’t wear panties with this kind of dress,” I murmured.
His smirk remained.
He traced his fingers along my folds, and I couldn’t hold back my moans any longer. I wanted him inside me, but his touch was barely there. I needed more.
“Please, Enrique,” I pleaded, earning a chuckle from him. In frustration, I pushed my hips forward, but he quickly withdrew his hand. I wasn’t one to beg, and I’d never cared much for male attention before.
“Patience, tigre. Patience,” he whispered in my ear. He was really starting to get under my skin. I decided it was time to take control.
I grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. I wanted to feel his skin. Once his shirt was off, I ran my fingers over his abs and down his muscular arms.
I was about to kiss his chest, wanting to taste his skin, when he suddenly thrust a finger inside me.
“Damn, yes!” I cried out as he began to move his finger in and out at a slow pace.
“You’re so tight, tigre,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my lips. His movements quickened, and a moan slipped from my lips, muffled by his.
As he slid a second finger inside me, a scream of pleasure-pain tore from my throat. My hands moved on their own accord, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down.
His erection strained against his boxers, the tip peeking out. I licked my lips, imagining how he would taste.
Just then, Enrique picked up the pace. A moan slipped from my lips, and all I could focus on was the sensation of his fingers inside me.
I felt the familiar build-up, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. I glanced at Enrique, and his knowing smirk told me he’d figured it out long before I had.
“Let go for me,” he commanded, curling his fingers inside me and hitting just the right spot.
“Enrique,” I cried out, climaxing around his fingers. I was still panting when he withdrew his fingers.
A whimper escaped me at the loss of contact, but he just smirked, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean.
“Damn, that’s hot,” I breathed.
Enrique chuckled, removing his pants and positioning himself at my entrance. His tip pressed against me, drawing a moan from my lips.
“I’m not done with you yet, tigre.” His voice was a low, sexy growl.
Oh, fuck!
“Condom,” I managed to say before he could push any further.
“I’ll pull out.”
I shook my head.
He sighed, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a condom. He ripped the package open with his teeth, reminding me of some steamy scenes I’d watched with the girls.
He rolled the condom on and repositioned himself at my entrance.
I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the pain I knew was coming. I was wet, but he was so big. And being a virgin didn’t help.
“One day, I’ll take you raw,” he growled, thrusting into me without warning.
Pain shot through me, and I cried out, tears streaming down my face.
“Shit. You’re a virgin!” He cursed, but he didn’t move, giving me time to adjust to his size.
After a moment, I nodded. “Move.”
He began to move slowly, long strokes in and out. The pain gradually faded, replaced by a slow burn that had me on edge.
“Faster,” I groaned.
Enrique didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out and slammed back in, causing me to fall back onto the table.
“Hold onto the table,” he ordered, not slowing down. I grabbed the table, holding on for dear life.
I watched him as he moved in and out of me. He was holding back, and I was grateful.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight,” he groaned.
My breath came in heavy pants, and my ears were ringing.
The familiar feeling in my stomach returned. His fast thrusts and the way he hit just the right spot each time made the build-up quicker. His muscles tensed, and I knew he was close too.
Unable to hold back any longer, I let go. My body clenched around him. He cursed loudly, and a few thrusts later, I felt him twitch.
After a moment, he pulled out and disappeared into the bathroom.
Silently, I pulled my dress back on. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a mess. My hair was wild, and my face was flushed. I found my purse next to the table.
I saw Enrique in the bathroom, but we both knew better than to talk about what had just happened. I checked the time. It was already three in the morning, so I texted my driver and the girls to meet me at the entrance.
I hurried outside, where the girls looked just as disheveled as I did. Their night had been just as eventful as mine.
“Talk on Monday,” we all agreed.
After dropping the girls off at their houses, I arrived home. I headed straight for the bathroom. After a long, hot shower, I crawled into bed and let the softness lull me to sleep.