VORACIOUS- 14

~Sophia’s POV~

Is it wrong if I thought of leaving, even for a second?

Would that make me wicked and selfish? Would that make me exactly like him? Carelessly destroying life, you could have easily preserved. What if I did choose to leave?

Would I come back home the next day to find my husband alive and well?

I refused to answer the question, the thought alone made me weak and afraid, it made me feel powerless because even though Demetrius feels he is the one protecting me. I am protecting him.

Deciding to turn my phone on, I wasn't surprised at the 78 missed calls and 112 messages. I didn't bother to read any of them, I knew exactly what he had to say to me and trust me, it was not pleasant.

Walking slowly to the home that would certainly be hell soon, I looked around the beautiful country that is Greece and savored this moment of freedom because after today I would be in maximum detention. In other words, the only places I will see is our room and the kitchen. Time flew all too quickly and before I was ready, I was standing in front of my home. Taking a deep breath, I turned the door knob and entered.

"You're early."

Whizzing around I saw an emotionless Demetrius walking towards me. "Demetrius I can explain-"

"Spare me your lies." Feeling slightly hurt, I closed my mouth.

"I'm sorry." Was all I could say since Demetrius refused to listen to any explanation I had.

"Your apologies mean nothing to me Sophia." If I wasn't hurt before, I certainly was now. I looked up at him, hurt evident in my eyes yet he made all attempt to avoid eye contact.

"Fine, if that's how you feel." Barely managing to finish my sentence due to the huge lump in throat. I walked away from him, knowing I had nothing left to say to him.

Suddenly I felt Demetrius' rough hands grab my wrist and spin me around, straight onto his chest.

"What I want Sophia, is answers." He grabbed me by the h!ps, pulling me even closer to his warmth. "And you are going to give them to me."

Putting my hands on his chest to create some distance between us, I answered. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

I saw the clench of his jaw, the increasing hold he had on my hips and the sudden feel of air as I was lifted off the ground and over his shoulders.

"Demetrius, what do you think, you are doing? Put me down right now!"

He didn't answer me until we arrived at the room. Putting me down on the bed, he leaned casually on the wall opposite, simply smirking at me.

I cast him a suspicious look. "What?"

"I want answers." He shrugged, I glared at him.

"I don't have any."

"Suit yourself, I'll get it out of you another way."

I stared at him in confusion and panic, backing away from his advancing figure. "Demetrius what are you doing?"

"I think you already know what I'm doing." I gasped as the silver metal caught my eye, I knew exactly what he was planning, a year later I still remember the consuming pleasure I had felt as we played his favorite game 'Question and Answer'. It was something we did very rarely but every time we did, it only got better and better.

"I don't want to." The ever-growing wetness between legs thought differently.

"Really?" Demetrius glanced at my bottom lip that was trapped between my teeth. He knew I only did that whenever I was turned on.

I couldn't speak, nodding, I felt my legs clench to together, further revealing my lie.

"I beg to differ." Grabbing me by the ankles, he quickly pulled my squirming body closer towards his.

"No." I turned my head to avoid staring into Demetrius' emerald eyes that shone with menace as he hovered above me.

"Yes." I felt the steel cold cuffs wrap around my wrists and Demetrius' soft lips as he placed a kiss on the base of my neck. That alone was enough to send a chill down my spine.

"First question." Watching Demetrius slowly unzip my jeans and pull them down, I waited nervously for his question.

"Where did you go?" Gasping, I glared at my husband as he held two parts of my panties he had ripped in half.

"You have got to stop doing that." I sighed, pulling on the hand cuffs in frustration.

Demetrius let out a breathy laugh, the heat of his breath hitting my cl!t. The realization that my lower region was bare, centimeters away from his face, caused the crimson in my cheeks to surface and I immediately slammed my legs shut.

"Don't hide yourself from me Sophia." Holding my ankles, he spread my legs over the bottom corners of the bed and remained his grip on them. "The game has only begun." I glanced at him with unease.

"Answer the question." Bringing his hands higher to the inside of my thigh, I bit my lip as he leisurely massaged dangerously close to my throbbing heat.

"Nowhere important." I carefully watched Demetrius reaction.

"Wrong answer." Throwing a leg over his shoulder, he placed tantalizing kisses up and down my thigh, occasionally placing teasing kisses on my pelvïs.

I was impotent when it came to Demetrius, I always gave into his caress too easily and right now was proof of that.

I continuously moved my hands apart hoping to somehow break the shackles and be free. The pleasure I was feeling without Demetrius properly touching me was truly shameful.

"I'll ask again, where did you go?"

I licked my lips before answering his question. "To Cassandra's." He lifted his head from between my legs and stared at me intently.

"I thought you two weren't friends."

"We made up."

"How?"

"She invited me to her house for lunch and we

talked things over."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I know, you aren't exactly the biggest supporter of our friendship."

Staring back at him calmly, I mentally sighed in relief when he finally broke eye contact.

"I believe you." He grumbled before returning his attention back to my pooling wetness and running a thick hand along my cl!tons, making sure to massage the aching būd. My lips part as I watch his skilled fingers work on my p#ssy.

Demetrius suddenly pulls away from me completely, leaving a wave of cold air to pass through me. I make a noise of protest but it turns into a muffled sound when he molds his lips onto mine.

Succumbing to the lovely feel of his lips against mine, I wrapped my legs around Demetrius' h!ps and intentionally grind myself against his obvious erect!on. I hear him moan against my mouth and I continue my assaūlt.

"Sophia." He groans, barely able to keep up with our intense kiss as I quicken my pace.

He removes his lips from mine and goes to work on my neck, biting and s#cking on the sensitive skin. I pull on the shackles again but I know it's no use.

"Who's Mabel?" I instantly freeze against him, my body static with shock.

"H-how did you know?"

"An invite to her funeral was mailed to this house." He said, pointing to the opened envelope on the floor. How did they find out where I lived? I gave them a wrong address when they had asked me.

Unless...him.

"She’s, my friend."

"I know all your friends Sophia and she most certainly is not one of them."

"You don't know her because we had just met when she died." Before I could blink, my top was gone, ripped in half and discarded on the floor along with my jeans.

"Don't lie to me."

"Who is she?" Undoing my ßra, his mouth covers a n!pple, licking the aching būd and tweaking the other between his fingers.

"My psychiatrist." I shout as his warm hand comes in contact with my throbbing center, impatiently awaiting his touch.

"And you went to a psychiatrist because..." He trails off, finally giving me what I want and rubbing his talented fingers against my p#ssy. I moan and close my eyes as I take everything he is giving, throwing my head back, I bite my lip painfully, my face transforming into that of immense satisfaction as he stares lustfully into my eyes.

"Because of you." His hand is replaced with his tongue. I arch my back, searching for even more pleasure than I was receiving, grinding my mouth against his hot tongue, my wish is granted as his mouth is joined by his fingers. Two thick fingers enter me and I moan out loud at the earth-shattering feeling. I all but bang my head onto the head board, I softly bite the tip of my finger as Demetrius relentlessly work on my soaking heat.

"Why was I the reason you saw a psychiatrist?" He doesn't stop, spreading my p#ssy lips his tongue glides faster up and down my cl!t and his fingers pump faster and faster into me. My growing wetness is more than evident now since Demetrius' fingers are covered knuckle deep in the liquid.

"I was having nightmares about that day in the Caribbean and all those times you and your bodyguards were beating up innocent men." I was too consumed in my own satisfaction that I hadn't realized what I said. When Demetrius completely moved away from me, the reality of what had transpired came crashing.

"Demetrius." I reached out for him though my bounded wrists meant there was little I could do to comfort him.

"All the crying and the fainting, all this time it had been because of me."

I made a move to touch him, but thought better of it. "It's not your fault."

"Of course, it is! All these years that you've had to watch me nearly kill people, obviously it would begin to affect you psychologically, how could I have never thought of that?" I cleared my throat and pulled on my shackles, hoping he would get the hint. He did. When the handcuffs were taken of, I instantly wrapped my arms around his waist and placed soft kisses on his shoulder.

"I'm fine now and I'll remain that way if you stop harming innocent men. If they look at me, so what? I am your wife and I love you; no one can ever change that. Turning around he held my nak3d body and lowered me back onto the bed.

"If that's what makes you happy then it will never happen again."

I smiled. "I'm glad." Running my had through his mop of hair, I brought his face closer to mine and placed a soft lingering kiss on his lips. "We never finished what we had started." I whispered, seduction leaking from my voice as I trail along the waistband of his trousers.

"Then I guess I'll have to finish it then." Demetrius takes off his shirt, exposing beautifully tanned skin, I sit up and kiss all over the expanse on his chest, at the same feeling his hard rock erect!on on my hands. He holds onto my arm to stop me.

"If you do not stop now, I won't last 2 more minutes." He warns gruffly. Letting go of his growing būlge, I take off his trousers and boxers, allowing his erect!on to spring to life.

Slipping three fingers into me I widen my legs and arch my back to meet his fingers. "Don't stop."

Completely ignoring my demand, he pulls his fingers out of me, but is replaced by his huge member.

My mouth parts as I am given no time to adjust to his size and his d!ck fills me. "Oh, Demetrius." I sigh as I grind my h!ps in time to meet his needing thr#sts.

"Faster." I beg claiming Demetrius' lips with my own hungrily. Heatedly our tongues explored each other's mouths, wrapping around one another like a blanket. Demetrius takes my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs. I pull away as I feel myself reaching my peek.

"Yes, yes, oh my, yes!" I shout, urging him to increase his pace. He does deed to my word and before I'm ready, I am quivering in pleasure at my org@sm.

Soon after Demetrius follows with a loud moan. We both lay silently; our uneven breaths are the only things heard in the large room.

It wasn't awkward silence. It was the type of silence that made you smile because you know you've just had the best night of your life.

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