Chapter Three

Sophia’s POV

Before I could leave, he stepped closer, with his hands around my waist, he unzipped the side of my dress and reached inside.

“Mr Mahone? I think Ms. Cindy will not enjoy the rest of the evening seeing this.”

I stiffened as his hands reached to my bra, he put his hands on my breast.“Your fiancee is out there! Mr Mahone?”

“Sit,” he interrupted, and brought me into his arms..

I hesitated, glancing toward the hallway where Cindy had disappeared. The last thing I needed was for her to return and see this.

I spun to face him, glaring. “Your fiancée will be back any minute,” I hissed, panic rising in my chest.

“Did I hurt you that night?” he asked, his voice dropping to a near-whisper.

The question made my stomach flip. Memories of the night we had been together flooded back his rough hands, the way he’d pushed me to my limits and made me come, and the dizzying mix of pain and pleasure that had left me breathless.

“No,” I said quickly, my voice barely audible.

His lips twitched into a faint smile, but it wasn’t kind. “Good, it looks like you're willing to continue working today.”

“Let me go!,” I said through gritted teeth.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor, sending a jolt of panic through me.

Cindy!.

I pushed against his chest, trying to stand, but his hand on my waist held me firmly in place.

“Michael, please,” I whispered urgently, my voice trembling.

His smirk deepened. “I thought you like her, so you will be happy to share her husband too..”

Jerk! That is not what I want!

He chuckled softly, the sound low and infuriatingly calm. “Relax, Sophia.”

Before I could argue, he shifted, standing effortlessly and pulling me with him. His movements were smooth, deliberate, as he guided me toward a smaller door at the back of the room.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, my heart racing.

He didn’t answer, opening the door to reveal a hidden compartment, a wine room, dimly lit and lined with shelves of expensive bottles.

He tightened his hold, his hands pressing just enough to make me feel trapped but not enough to hurt.

I opened my mouth to retort, Michael’s lips brushed against my neck, the faintest touch that sent a shiver down my spine. He was no stranger to my most sensitive spot a long time ago. I bit down on my lip, suppressing the sound that threatened to escape.

“Don’t make a sound,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

He lifted me with so much strength and kept me on the glass table.

“You’re reckless,” I moaned as he made his fingers in a way into my panties.

His confidence was infuriating, and yet it made my heart race all the same.

He forcefully unstrapped my bra with his teeth and flinged it the same as my red G-strings.

“Mr Mahone, stop,” I pleaded, my voice cracking. I pushed his chest with both hands, but there was no stopping because he was so strong and dominating.

“You said something I didn't like,” he said softly, as he squeezed my pointed firm boobs, his breath warm against my ear, why he kissed me aggressively. I felt my hands lose strength to keep pushing him, and I could only let myself lie beneath his shadow in the dark storage.

“This is the punishment of you thinking leaving me.,” he said tilting my chin up to meet his gaze “you are gonna get fucked the way you deserves.” he said seductively into my ears

My legs were shaking , as he leaned in with an aggressive touch all over my body,I couldn’t help but moan into his ears.

“Why are you doing this?” I demanded, my voice rising. “Why won’t you just let me go?”

“Who do you think I am to you?” he murmured,

Every movement was slow, calculated, designed to push me to the edge without letting me fall.

As he was about to insert his 7 inch dick into my pussy, a knock came on the door.

“Mr. Mahone?” It was his assistant’s voice, muffled through the thick wood. “Ms. Berlick is looking for you.”

Michael didn’t move immediately. He adjusted his tie with practiced ease, his gaze flicking to mine as he smoothed his jacket.

“Tell her I’ll be right there,” he called out, his voice perfectly even.

The footsteps retreated, and I exhaled shakily, my hands trembling as I adjusted my dress.

Michael turned back to me, his expression unreadable. “You are not the one who can end this relationship,” he said quietly.

I glared at him, tears stinging my eyes as shame and anger twisted in my chest. “Why do you keep doing this?” I whispered. “You’re engaged, Michael. ”

He stepped closer, his gaze locking onto mine. “That’s none of your business.”

And with that, he opened the door and left, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room.

I stood there for what felt like an eternity, my chest heaving as I fought back tears.

I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to be the woman who destroyed someone else’s marriage.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to escape Michael’s grasp.