Chapter 2

Sophia’s POV

After signing my life over to the devil himself, he drove us to the hospital to complete the tests that would determine my suitability as a surrogate. In the waiting room, hours passed until the results were eventually announced. The doctor's diagnosis—negative for syphilis, HIV, hepatitis B and C, and all other potential infections—was a comfort. 

Not like I was expecting anything less; I had such a rigid lifestyle—from work to the hospital and back home.

After receiving confirmation that I was healthy overall, we drove awkwardly and silently back home, carrying a heavy load from the day. As we drove back to his mansion through the well-known streets, the sound of the car's engine filled the silence.

When we got there at last, he showed me into his room. Here I was, about to set out on a journey that would entwine our lives in ways we still didn't fully understand. I was filled with a mixture of nerves and excitement as I stood there, wondering what was going to happen in this room.

The room was well lit, with amazing aesthetic designs to soothe the ambience of the room. 

After what felt like hours, I broke the silence. 

“If we are going to do this, we might as well get it over with.” 

He remained quiet, staring down at me from across the room, then slowly walked towards me. 

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered, still fixing his gaze on me like a predator observing and watching his prey.

“Excuse me?” I spoke 

“You said we should get right into it, so take off your clothes,” he answered. 

“Oh!” All of a sudden, I had lost my voice. 

I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, my hands shaking, and took off the shirt. I reached down at my jeans and brought them down to my knees. 

The coolness of the room brushed against my skin, causing goosebumps to spread over my skin. My breath shuddered from how cold I immediately felt. 

I sat in my bra and pants. From the corner of my eyes, I could feel his eyes staring into my soul. I felt vulnerable and at his mercy. 

I reached and unclasped my bra and let it fall; my breasts became full and my nipples squeezed, maybe from the cold or the tension in the room. I lifted myself from the position I sat in and took off my pants, leaving me naked and him feeding his eyes.

I looked up at him and found a smirk plastered on his face, clearly enjoying how uneasy he made me feel. 

My gaze drifted from his thick and lovely-shaped eyebrows to his pale pink lips; they were full and looked extremely soft. 

He had beautiful eyes and a well-defined jaw, with dark stubble that covered his chin, cheeks, and top of his lips. 

My eyes met his, and I quickly averted my gaze and bent my head so he wouldn’t see my flushed cheeks. 

He finally takes off his shirt. 

Holy shit! He is hot!! 

He stands there, half naked, letting me feed my eyes. His perfectly sculpted body is that of a god. He had toned and built muscles. His waist was narrow, and his abdomen...

Shit!!

Shit!!

I screamed in my head.

“Like what you see?” he said, smirking.

I might as well enjoy this, as there is no going back now. I said it in my head, smiling. I worked a 9-to-5 job every day just to save up extra money for my father’s case, yet nothing was enough, and now I was getting both sex and enough money.

He bent toward me, towering his broad figure over me. 

He moved closer and kissed me deeply; our kisses were tender at first but then became passionate and frantic. I began to feel an ache between my legs, followed by jolts of electricity that reached my core.

My breathing turned out to be rapid; clearly, he took it as a sign and kissed me on the cheek, then on the neck. I gasped, instinctively holding his head close and softly pushing him to let him have more access to my throat and collarbone.

I leaned my body against his to jam us deeper into the bed. From under his trousers, I felt the hard penis throbbing against my pelvis. I search for the buttons and pull down his pants and underwear completely.

I looked at it with hunger as he went on kissing me.

For someone who was arrogant and entitled, he really was gentle in bed, looking to give me the utmost pleasure. 

I grasped his dick again, and he moaned like a beast as my palm pressed against it.

He let his lips wind down my shoulder, sowing the seeds of pleasure as he went on to my nipples. He flickered my nipples with his tongue, circling and weaving them with intricacy.

By the time his hands found their way to my vagina opening, I was already dripping wet. His fingers caressed the insides of my ex as the pleasure built up. The warm sensation of his tongue on it made my eyes roll back into my head. 

I claw at his back, my legs collapsing from the overpowering desire that bursts from inside of me. He looked straight into my eyes and then slowly pulled himself away. He was hypnotized, deeply burning into my walls with a penetrating gaze of lust.

Slowly, he puts his hard dick into my vagina and lets out a moan. Unfortunately for me, I could not help but suck in my breath while I could feel every inch of my pussy walls locking him and clamping on him. His mission was to please me, and he was certainly successful.

I questioned how he could be an entirely different person in bed, and in that second, I did not give a care in the world. 

The more he pushed into me, the more my orgasm was growing with every thrust, and with a rising crescendo, I twisted my heels over the sheets, and my back tensed as I endlessly experienced orgasm. 

He was thrashing against me with not-so-strong jabs until he had completely emptied his cum inside me. Then he fell heavily on me, shaken but hugely satisfied.