Page 131 of Auctioned Innocence
Laughing, I switch between my tongue and fingers, pinching her nipples lightly and watching as she twitches and bucks beneath me.
After a few more moments of that, I release her nipple with a tight pop and hook my fingers on the sides of her leggings. She eagerly lifts her ass from the mattress, providing me leeway to pull the rest of her clothes off. I kiss down her body before spreading her legs open and looking at her glistening pussy. My mouth waters.
“Beautiful,” I murmur before I lean forward and lick her.
“Dante!” Sofia cries out, her fingers threading into my hair. “Oh god, pleasedon’t stop.”
Oh, I don’t plan on it. My tongue flicks the hood of her clit, and I can feel a shiver course through her as she moans my name. Seconds later, I pucker my lips around her sweet spot and kiss her there. She twitches against my tongue, body convulsing as her orgasm shoots through her.
“Oh—Oh, mygod. Yes, yes, y?—”
I keep at it, licking her out so fast she can barely breathe let alone speak. When she comes for a second time, only two syllables manage to escape her trembling lips.
“Fuck me.”
I don’t even wait.
My underwear and pants are nearly torn off me as I position myself in between her legs. Sofia throws her arms back to fist the sheets as I lift her legs and slowly enter her, eyes focusing on the way her pussy stretches to accommodate me.
“Fuck,” I curse, my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my skull. “You’re so fuckingtight.”
Needing to switch positions, I release her legs and pull her up onto my lap, hand on the small of her back as I bounce her fast and hard. I can tell that the way I am fucking her gives her pleasure and she comes within thirty seconds, arching her back into me and rubbing her clit on my abdomen as her orgasm branches out in waves.
But she’s clearly not done with me as she rides out her orgasm because she starts to ride me, loosening her hips and rotating them on my lap, making me groan and causing every muscle on my body to tighten before I pull her in for another kiss.
This goddamn woman must have figured out that I am so close to finishing because she begins to ride mehard. The head of my cock goes in as far as physically possible and in the seconds that follow, I’m coming. She squeezes my cock with the walls of her vagina, and I bark out another curse before we collapse onto the mattress, breathing hard.
Sofia curls against my chest, fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin as we both come down from our highs.
“I need to access the Council’s security system,” she says quietly, her mind already shifting to strategy. “If Lorenzo’spresenting evidence tomorrow, I want to know exactly what he has.”
I press a kiss to her hair. “Can you break their encryption?”
“Please.” She arches a brow at me as she gets up to put her clothes back on. “I’ve been breaking into secure systems since I was fourteen. Council protocols are old school—they rely on tradition more than technology.”
She reaches for the laptop, pulling it onto the mattress between us. After I dress, I watch her work, fingers flying across keys. Her brow furrows in concentration as she navigates through layers of security.
“First barrier down,” she mutters, typing rapidly. “They’re using a modified RSA encryption—outdated but still tricky. Second layer is…interesting. Voice recognition protocol, but I can bypass that with the right frequency manipulation.”
I watch her work, fascinated by the way her mind operates. She’s not just hacking—she’s conducting a symphony of code and logic.
“Almost there,” she breathes, sweat beading on her forehead despite the cool warehouse air. “Just need to crack their final authentication and…”
The screen flickers then floods with data.
“Ha! There,” she says triumphantly. “I’m in.”
But as files cascade across the screen, her expression changes from triumph to horror. Lorenzo’s carefully compiled evidence against the Renaldi family fills folder after folder—photos of their operations, financial records, witness statements, surveillance footage. Years upon years of meticulous documentation.
“Jesus,” I breathe, scanning the sheer volume of material. “How long has he been planning this?”
Sofia’s hands shake slightly as she opens file after file. “Look at the dates,” she whispers. “This goes back fifteen years. Back to when I was four years old.”
Her voice cracks on the last words, and I see the moment the full scope of Lorenzo’s betrayal truly hits her. This wasn’t a recent decision born of resentment. This was a methodical, decades-long campaign to destroy everything she loves.
“He was documenting family meetings when I was learning to ride a bike,” she says, her voice hollow. “Recording conversations when I was losing my first tooth. Building a case against us while he was helping me with homework, while he was buying me birthday presents, while he was?—”
She stops, covering her mouth with her hand as if to hold back a sob.
