Sold to the mafia

The unexpected

Unedited

Before we get into this chapter I'd like to thank @thefakeonesarebetter for being able to send over the entire version of 'sold to the mafia' to me after it was taken down. However, I am yet to preview it and edit it before I put it back on, it may take a couple days. This has not only allowed me to re-publish it for you guys, but also I have my years of work back. I'm beyond grateful, and forever will be! Thank you!! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I made sure it was extra long ;)

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Sophie's POV

I stare at myself in the mirror as i pull up my white bikini bottoms, consciously noting the scars that linger over my ass from Damon. The thought is enough to make me shudder. Despite time passing, seeing them never makes it easier. Although, I do find myself being able to accept them more, as much as I wish they weren't there.. they are apart of me. As Dr Denuro continuously reminds me "You shouldn't punish yourself for what you didn't cause" and he's so right, but old habits die hard.

Snapping me out of my thoughts, a wet torso with a towel hung low on the hips comes into my view in the mirror. He never fails to make my heart pound against my chest, even if I see him everyday. "Hi" I swallow as my eyes follow him walking behind me. Admittedly, I feel shy this morning considering last night we experimented... Well, it was new for me. The soreness of my ass reminding me what he did to my body.

"Hello kitten" Antonio's hands glide onto my waist as he lowers his head into my neck. His touch alone sending shivers down my spine. Antonio lightly inhales my scent before dragging his lips against my skin. "How are you feeling this morning?" He questions, slowly trailing his eyes onto mine through the mirror. "Hm?"

My cheeks start flushing pink as I know exactly why he's asking. He does this on purpose. The eye contact persists as he trails his lips towards my ear, his hands tightening on my waist. I can't help but crumble under his stare by flicking my eyes to the floor. "I'm good". A soft smile plays on my lips as I feel the nerves build up. To this day this man can still intimidate me so bad that's it's good. "Maybe just a little sore"

I watch a devilish smirk helplessly take over his face as he now moves my hair out the way to admire the redness on my cheeks. "I'm sorry, kitten" he whispers against me as if it was an attempt to hid his smile.

"Why don't I believe that apology?"

"Because I'm not sorry" Antonio mutters, gently grabbing my jaw and forcing us to look at each other once again through the body length mirror. Butterflies already start swirling in the pit of my stomach, almost burning through my core. "Unfortunately for you, I have no remorse for using what's mine" he assures me whilst his thumb begins to rub against my jaw. "Especially when it felt as good as it did against my cock"

Jesus take the wheel

My breath hitches as soon as the words leave his mouth whilst we stare at each other, I look like a deer in headlights. Antonio subtly distances his body from mine before he walks off. "And I'll do it again if you don't get your clothes on" he warns, nodding towards the floor-to-ceiling window, soon throwing me my bikini top. It took me a moment to realise that I was exposing my bare chest to the outside world, even though no one was to be seen.

A giddy smile slips onto my face as I shuffle away and cover my breasts with the white material. "Oops". His possessiveness tends to get the better of me, especially when it's in such a healthier manner than it used to be. I find it much more attractive. Hell, who knew Antonio could become more attractive?