Page 50 of Forsaken Promises
I grimace, nodding in agreement. “God, yes. We’ve both been to the motherland enough times to last a lifetime.”
Sofia laughs, the sound bright and joyful in the quiet of the restaurant. “Can you imagine? The two of us, trying to blend in with the tourists, pretending we don’t know every back alley and hidden gem like the backs of our hands?”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “It would be a disaster. We’d end up getting into more trouble than we could handle.”
She grins, her eyes sparkling with mirth. “Exactly. Which is why we’ll have to find somewhere new to explore. Somewhere that’s just ours, without all the baggage and history of our past.”
I feel a warmth spreading through my chest, a sense of excitement and possibility that I haven’t felt in years. “I like the sound of that,” I murmur, my thumb stroking gently over her knuckles. “A fresh start, a new adventure. Just you and me, taking on the world together.”
She nods, her smile softening into something tender and intimate. “Just you and me,” she echoes, her voice barely above a whisper.
And as we sit there, our hands intertwined and our hearts beating in sync, I feel a sense of hope blooming in my chest.
23
SOFIA
As we sit together, sharing a decadent chocolate dessert, I can’t help but feel a warmth burning in my chest. Dom’s efforts to reconnect, his words of support and understanding… they touch me in a way I never expected.
Maybe, just maybe, with my mom’s advice echoing in my mind, I can find my way back to being happy with him, to building a future together that's filled with love and laughter and all the adventures we’ve always dreamed of.
I watch as Dom scoops up a spoonful of the rich, velvety mousse, holding it out to me with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Open wide, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky.
I oblige, parting my lips and letting him feed me the luxurious treat. The moment the chocolate hits my tongue, I can’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. It’s sinfully good, the perfect balance of sweet and bitter, smooth and creamy.
Dom’s eyes darken at the sound, his gaze fixed on my mouth as I savor the taste. “You like that, don't you?” he asks, his voice rough with desire.
I nod, my tongue darting out to lick a stray bit of chocolate from my lip. “It’s delicious,” I murmur, my own voice sounding breathy and unfamiliar to my own ears.
He leans in closer, his breath warm against my cheek. “Not as delicious as you, I bet.”
I feel heat shoot straight to my core at his words, a throbbing ache building between my thighs. I shift in my seat, crossing my legs in an attempt to relieve the pressure. But it only makes things worse, the friction of my thighs rubbing together sending sparks of pleasure racing through me.
I don’t understand how I can have such mixed feelings about Dom, how I can be so angry and hurt and betrayed one moment and then desperately wanting him the next. It’s like my body has a mind of its own, responding to his every touch and word with a hunger that I can’t seem to control.
I squirm in my seat, trying to ignore the pulsing need that's building inside me. But Dom notices, his eyes darkening with a knowing look.
“What's the matter, baby?” he asks, his voice low and teasing. “Feeling a little… restless?”
I bite my lip, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, my voice coming out breathier than I intended.
He smirks, his hand sliding under the table to rest on my knee, kneading the skin. “Don’t play coy with me, Sofia. I know that look in your eye. I know what it means when you start squirming in your seat like that.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest as his hand starts to slide higher, his fingers tracing patterns on my inner thigh. “Dom…” I whisper, my voice half warning, half plea.
“Yes, Sofia?” he murmurs, his touch growing bolder, more insistent.
I close my eyes, fighting against the waves of desire that are crashing over me. “We can’t… not here…”
He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “Then let’s get out of here. Let’s go somewhere I can take my time with you, where I can worship every inch of your body the way it deserves.”
I shiver at his words, the ache between my thighs growing almost unbearable. I know I should say no, should put a stop to this before it goes too far.
But God help me, I want him. I want him with a desperation that scares me, a need that overrides all logic and reason.
And so, with a shaky nod, I let him take my hand and lead me out of the restaurant.
As we step out of the restaurant and into the cool night air, I can feel the tension crackling between us like electricity. Dom’s hand rests on the small of my back, his touch searing through the thin fabric of my dress and igniting a fire in my veins.
