Devil's Advocate: A Dark Mafia Romance (Devil's Playground Book 1) by Vivi Paige (different ereaders .TXT) 📗

its wall support and, reaching for a sponge, he pressed it against my neck. By now, my clothes were completely drenched, sticking to my skin like a warm second layer. “Turn around.”

What the fuck am I doing? I thought, obeying his command and turning my back to him. The moment he pushed my hair over one shoulder, the soft sponge brushing against my skin, I quickly realized that I definitely wasn’t in my right mind.

And the worst part was, I liked it.

Chapter Sixteen

Sophie

“Take your clothes off.”

I looked back at Indro, not sure if I had heard right, but he just arched his eyebrow at me. This was the kind of man that expected to be obeyed. I should have hated it… but I didn’t.

“Do you shower with your clothes on?” he insisted, his tone that of a patient father talking to a toddler. What a condescending prick. He was handsome, yes, but that didn’t make him any less of a prick “I thought not. Do as you’re told, Sophie.”

A pleasant shiver ran up my spine as I imagined myself obeying his commands—and enjoying it—but I refused to let myself go down that path. It was one thing to enjoy Indro in my imagination, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to let some stupid fantasy escape into the real world.

Indro, though, refused to let my stubbornness stand in the way. With a heavy sigh, he hooked his fingers on the collar of my blouse. I kept my arms down, knowing he wouldn’t be able to pull the blouse over my head if I didn’t cooperate, but it seemed like I had misread his intentions.

Instead of simply trying to undress me, he hooked his fingers on the fabric and gave it a hard yank. The shirt dug into my side for a second, and then I heard it ripping apart. I spun on my heels, angry at the way he was ruining my clothes, but Indro was having none of it.

“Stand still,” he snapped, laying his left hand on my waist. He tore the ruined blouse off my body and tossed it over his shoulder. I’m not proud to say it, but my heart started beating faster as I felt his hand on my waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips.

Turning his wrist around, he let his fingers go around my waist until he found the zipper on my skirt. He pushed it down, the fabric softening its hold around my waist, and my heart went from beating faster to straight-up galloping.

When my week started, the last thing I’d expected to happen was this. How had I gone from destroying the opposing counsel in court, to standing in my underwear while some two-bit mafioso showered me? Clearly, God must have had a bone to pick with me.

“Much better now,” Indro said, the sponge now going down the side of my body. His voice filtered into my brain like poison and, even though I knew I shouldn’t, I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the moment.

You’re going mad, Sophie, my inner voice tried saying, but I was quick to shut that shit down. Some people like listening to their own inner voices and, even though I was no exception, I sure as hell didn’t want to listen to it now. Besides, what was the point in judging myself? There was no way I’d be able to fight him off.

Not that I wanted to, anyway.

“Good girl,” Indro whispered, the sponge now going down my back. He pressed it down the length of my spine, and didn’t hesitate before going over to my ass. Then, he squeezed it past my inner thighs, and I only realized I was about to moan when it was already too late.

“Someone’s enjoying this,” I heard him say, and he pressed the sponge against my thong. It wasn’t long before the sponge was replaced by his hand, his long fingers massaging my aching pussy.

I tensed up at first, but I quickly learned to relax. More than just that, I allowed a rhythmic sway to take over my hips, and I started grinding against his hand. Then, just as quickly as he had gone for the kill, Indro pulled back.

“Turn around.”

This time I didn’t even think about it.

I turned on my heel to see him shutting the water off and, with a glint in his eye, he stepped inside the stall. His eyes bored into mine for a long moment, and then he reached up and unclasped my bra. The cups slid over my breasts to reveal my hard nipples, and I started breathing hard with anticipation.

“I wish I knew you looked this good without any clothes on,” he whispered, his index finger trailing down the valley between my breasts. He moved it over my flat stomach, straight down to my thong, and then hooked it on my underwear’s elastic band. One quick tug and he tore the fabric into shreds, leaving me completely naked. “I wouldn’t have waited this long had I known that.”

Without warning, he closed the distance between us, flattening his palm against my drenched pussy. He draped his thumb over my clit, and I couldn’t stop a gasp from escaping my lips. Before I even knew what was happening, he pulled the cloth out of my mouth and pressed his lips against mine.

With my back pressed against the tiles, I melted into his embrace. My lips parted of their own accord and my tongue danced around his. Then and there, I became so wet that dehydration became a real concern.

“I like the way you smell,” he whispered against my mouth, and then he pulled back with a devious grin. He tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth, his thumb stroking my clit harder. “Fuck, I like the way you taste.”

Bringing his free hand up, he wrapped his fingers around my neck and kept me pinned against the wall. At the same time, he ran his tongue down to my