Page 32 of Chaos

I can sense her reluctance, but she does as I say. Slowly turning and leaning over me. Fuck. I can’t breathe.

Now, it’s just me and Sofia in the room. Her eyes lock with mine. She fucking consumes me. Forgetting who I am, where I am, I lean back, and my hands roam up her smooth thighs.

Her hands now resting on my shoulders. That contact is enough to have all the blood rushing to my cock and my heart racing in my chest.

“Much better,” I mouth to her with a grin, and I don’t miss the small smile that tugs on her lips, nor the blush creeping up her neck.

Every time she brushes against my thigh, electricity bolts through me. I’m almost fucking panting watching her.

It’s hard to keep my eyes on her face as she dances on me, as she leans in, her plump lips brush across my beard.

“Keep dancing like this for me, I’ll give you every dollar to my name,” I whisper in her ear and feel her shiver against me.

“Go on, get those tits out, Sofia. Charlie here’s always wanted to catch a look, haven’t you?”

I let out a growl, and she subtly shakes her head, giving me a warning glare.

That gets Brody’s attention. I feel the heat of his glare on the side of my head, and I drop my hands from her.

“Don’t you think it’s time you gave me a dance, like old times?”

I stiffen at my brother's words.

Sofia looks to me, then at Brody, plastering a fake smile on those beautiful plump red lips.

“I’d rather cut off my own hands than ever touch you again. You’re probably riddled with diseases.” She flicks her hair, turning her attention fully back to me, turning the heat up on her moves.

Jesus Christ.

Her fingers run down my chest.

Brody scoffs next to me.

“Go on, boo. One last dance I can remember before I get married again.”

She doesn’t falter at his words, and relief washes over me. “If I get any closer to you, I’ll stick my stiletto straight through your teeny weeny dick.” She holds up her little finger and wiggles it. I have to cover my mouth in an attempt to hold back my laughter.

The tension is thick in the air, her eyes now firmly back on me.

“You look better, Sofia. I always said you needed more weight, too boney before. You’re more womanly now with those hips.”

She goes still and rage burns through me; the room falling to complete silence for the second time.

Sofia pushes herself up off me, straightening her spine, and steps towards Brody.

“What the fuck did you just say?” she spits out, her fingers twitching at her side.

“I said, you look better with some weight gain. Suits you,” he replies with a smug grin. One I want to beat right off his face.

“Fuck you.” She pulls back her hand, and he catches her wrist. I jump out of my seat and step behind her, towering over the both of them.

“Hit me. I’ll have you arrested and fired.” Anger flashes across Brody’s face and her hand trembles.

Who the fuck does he think he is talking to my Sofia like that?

Wait.

Mine?