Sophie’s Surrender Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
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“I’m his,” I say on a groan as his cock fills me.

I’m overwhelmed with how much I mean it.

I am his. I’m happy to be his.

He pumps into me harder and faster, every stroke a claiming. I can feel the pressure building inside me with every brutal thrust.

“Say it,” he growls, gripping my hair tighter and slamming into me. “Say who the fuck you belong to.”

“You,” I say breathlessly, already teetering on the edge of climax.

“Who?” he demands, leaning over me and angling my head so he can reach my mouth as he slides deep into my pussy.

“You!” I cry out against his lips. “Oh, God, Silvan!”

He grunts as he fucks me, his mouth claiming mine for a hard kiss before he uses my hair to pull me back. “Who does that tight little cunt belong to, Sophie?”

“You!” I gasp, arching up to get closer to him. “All of me belongs to you, Silvan. All of me.”

I must have found the right combination of words because his voice is warm with approval when he rumbles, “That’s my good girl.” His grip on my hair eases, but then he pushes my face against the floor, holding me there and driving his cock deep and hard into my pussy.

This angle is so incredible, I can scarcely breathe.

With one final thrust, I’m coming so hard, chills shoot down my spine and I nearly burst into tears. I cry out sharply as I come all over his cock, moaning and whimpering and making sounds I didn’t even know I could make.

Silvan keeps fucking me, chasing his own orgasm as he groans and curses through mine.

I feel a savage spark of satisfaction when I look over at Dylan’s red face and see his eyes focused straight ahead because he knows my boyfriend will beat his ass if he looks this way.

I have the best boyfriend.

He’s exactly what I never knew I needed.

I feel warmth as Silvan reaches his climax and shoots his cum deep in my pussy. I’ve never wanted it as much as I do right now.

He drops to the floor beside me and pulls me into his arms in one smooth motion. I curl up close, feeling my exposed stomach press against his hot skin.

“That was amazing,” I say, though it probably goes without saying.

The corners of his mouth tug up. “Agreed.”

I don’t want to mention Dylan and risk spoiling the moment, but I’ve never had sex with an audience before and the realization of what we just did—what I initiated—makes my skin hot. I wonder what Silvan must think of me, if he’s surprised.

I don’t know what came over me. Seeing him dominate and humiliate Dylan… I wanted to serve him. I needed his cock right then and there.

“I can’t believe we had sex in front of him.”

“I’m glad we did,” he says, curling his arm around my back to pull me closer and glancing menacingly in Dylan’s direction. “Now the little fucker finally knows what it looks like when you want it.”

Chapter forty

Silvan

Sophie snuggles up next to me on the floor, her soft hand absently caressing my chest, her perfect little lips kissing my left pec and along my shoulder.

She’s soft as hell right now, her body—and sense of vengeance, perhaps—satisfied.

Not mine, though.

I won’t tell her that right now. I just want to enjoy her. I told Dare he was welcome to put a little fear into her as long as he didn’t hurt her because I know fear always warms Sophie up, but I didn’t expect her to be this warmed up.

As we lie tangled together on the floor, she confesses all about the fake phone call she made acting like it’s the worst thing anyone has ever done. I smirk at her because, hell, it’s not even the worst thing someone in this room has done. But she apologizes to me anyway, and I let her. I kiss her pretty, apologetic lips and smile when she adds that since it was all a mix-up, we should probably let slimy Dylan go. Make him sign an NDA or something so he doesn’t go blabbing about all this.

She’s adorable.

While she was clearly down to fuck in front of the bastard, I’m not so sure she’ll be down for the rest of what I have planned, and I want to enjoy her company a bit before I do anything that could ruin it.

So, I order our ottoman back over to the couch and make us a bowl of popcorn. I turn on a movie and cuddle up with Sophie on the couch. I even make her put her feet up for a while. She seems to feel guilty about it at first since—unlike me and Dylan—she’s not comfortable treating human beings like pieces of shit, but Dylan’s going to learn what it’s like to be helpless and humiliated before I put him out of his misery later, and I’m not letting him out of it just because she’s a colossally better person than either one of us.


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