Page 60 of Forsaken Promises

Sofia loves me, loves me enough to plan a surprise like this, to want to create new memories and experiences that are just ours. And I… I’ve been too wrapped up in my own pain, my own anger and resentment, to see it.

Luca’s taunts, his poisonous words and twisted games… they don’t matter. Not in the face of Sofia’s love, her unwavering faith in me and in us.

And I’ve repaid that love with what? With harsh words and cold dismissals, with a callous disregard for her feelings and her dreams?

Shame washes over me, hot and bitter on my tongue. Sofia was right. She didn’t call me a monster. She just wanted to understand, to be there for me in whatever way she could.

And I pushed her away, snapped at her and made her feel like she was nothing, like she was disposable and easily replaced.

God, what have Idone? What have I been doing?

I can't lose her. I can't let my own stupidity and stubbornness drive her away, not again.

I have to fix this. I have to make things right before it’s too late.

I drop the tickets on the floor and race out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest as I chase after the woman who holds my heart in her hands. I catch up to her just as she's about to descend the steps, my fingers closing around her wrist in a desperate, pleading grip.

“Sofia, wait,” I breathe, my voice raw with emotion. “Please, don’t go. Don’t leave me.”

She turns to face me, her eyes red-rimmed and her cheeks damp with tears. “Why not, Dom?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why should I stay when all you’ve done is push me away?”

I stand there, my heart pounding in my chest. I’m unable to speak at this moment. It’s like I’m paralyzed.

Sofia scoffs. “That’s what I thought.” She tries to pull away from me.

But I can’t let her go. Not now. Not ever.

With a determined grip, I pull her into my arms, feeling her resistance as she struggles against me.

“Let me go,” she hisses, her blue eyes cold.

But I won’t. I can’t. I press my lips against hers, pouring every ounce of passion and longing into the kiss. Sofia fights me, her hands pushing against my chest, but I refuse to relent.

I need her to understand, to feel what I feel.

Sofia’s resistance is palpable, but I will not let her go. Instead, I deepen the kiss, pouring every ounce of passion and longing into it. The taste of her lips is intoxicating, igniting a fire within me that refuses to be extinguished.

For a moment, she continues to fight me, her movements filled with uncertainty and apprehension. But gradually, almost imperceptibly, her resistance begins to wane. It’s as if she can feel my intensity, the sincerity of my intentions.

With each passing second, I feel her defenses crumbling, her body growing softer against mine. As she finally surrenders to the inevitable, I can’t help but feel a surge of triumph coursing through me.

She’s mine, and nothing will ever change that.

With tender reverence, I draw her back to the bedroom and close the door behind us. Before she can protest or try to bolt, I capture her lips again in a heated kiss as I explore every inch of her skin, my fingers tracing patterns of desire along her curves.

Sofia is exquisite, a goddess in human form, and I am utterly captivated by her. Every touch, every caress is a testament to the depth of my devotion, a silent vow to cherish her for eternity.

As our lips part from the heated kiss, Sofia’s eyes meet mine, a mixture of desire and uncertainty swirling within their depths. Without a word, I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the bed, every step echoing with the urgency of our need.

With a hunger that borders on desperation, I lower her onto the silken sheets, my hands trailing over her skin with a possessiveness that leaves no room for doubt. There’s a fire burning within me, a primal need to claim her as mine, to show her just how much she means to me.

Sofia yanks my shirt over my head, eagerly sliding her hands over my chest as our tongues battle for dominance.

“Dom…” Sofia moans as I kiss her neck, swirling my tongue over the delicate skin as I lose myself in her essence.

But Sofia seemingly has other plans as she pushes me away, sits up, and yanks her dress up and over her head. My mouth waters at the sight of her.

Sofia wears a red lacy bra that matches her panties, her long black hair falling over her shoulders as her breasts heave. I feel my mouth go dry at the sight.

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