The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Roman’s POV

I stifled a smile as I watched Sofie go through a whirlwind of emotions in just a couple of seconds.

She was really entertaining.

“Y-You don’t mean it.” She whispered, shaking her head, horror evident in her face.

“I don’t mean what?” I prodded, feeling my composure wilter as time went by.

Even Nathan was staring at me though the rear-view mirror with an unreadable expression as I casually placed my hand on Sofie’s exposed thigh; her dress has rolled up and her soft, porcelain skin was now left on exhibition.

“Roman, what did you to him? Is he still alive at least?” She asked, worry prominent in her tone.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I felt anger bristle within me for a moment at her concerned tone; why was she so worried about the perverted bastard?

I was starting to regret not gunning him down when I had the opportunity to.

Yeah, you read it correctly. I didn’t kill Cornelius after all and it was not because I was scared of the consequence but because I didn’t want Sofie to become ostracized by the world.

I didn’t want her to be tagged as “the fiancée of a psychopathic Italian murderer.”

I saw how excited she was to go back to college again, and I didn’t want to ruin her happiness because of my ego. I didn’t want her to hate me for the rest of her life.

I had only fired a blank shot to scare the fucker before I made him write a resignation letter, and also sign an oath which stated that he would retire immediately, never attempt to assault another woman, and move as far as possible away from America.

I had chosen a small island at Sao Paulo where I had underlings who would report his every move to me, lest he tried to act smart and breach our agreement.

Damien had taunted me for a great thirty minutes earlier that day when I went to his office to get the oath. He told me I was a simp for Sofie, and I couldn’t agree more.

If protecting my woman, and other vulnerable women from a sex-crazed bastard meant I was a simp, then so be it.

“Yeah, don’t worry, unfortunately he is. But his career is dead from now on.” I said, moving my hand upward, almost beside her crotch.

Sofie shuddered heavily and it was conspicuous that she was trying to suppress her arousal and that wasn’t going too well, “So, he’s alive and breathing. That’s what you mean, right?”

“Yes, cara.” I muttered, and she exhaled heavily before leaning in to kiss me passionately. I cupped her jaw, as I slotted my tongue into the pleasant wetness of her mouth and she clung onto my biceps.

My hand dangerously strayed upward, and I smiled into the kiss as I palmed her wet pussy through her panties. There and then, I had the urge to instruct Nathan to pull over and get out of the car, so I could make Sofie come completely apart in my arms.

With my hand, I pried Sofie’s thighs apart as she circled her arms around my neck, her face burning with intense lust.

“W-what about Nathan?” She broke the kiss to ask while I continued rubbing the beady flesh of her clitoris which drew a strangled whimper out of her.

“You are not comfortable with doing it here?” I asked, restraining the urge to rip her panties off and bury my fingers inside her pussy.

“I-I am, I can’t even wait. I-I’m just not an exhibitionist.” She whispered, to which I nodded before darting Nathan a stare, I didn’t need to utter a word and he immediately understood what I wanted to say.

“I’m going to take this call, sir. Excuse me.” He muttered, motioning to his raised phone without looking me in the eye.

“He’s gone now.” She stated the obvious as I looked into her beautiful brown eyes. They always made me melt even though they were currently glinting with torrid arousal.

“I see that, bella.” I whispered, shifting her panties sideways and rubbing my fingers around her soaking wet pussy, to tease and rile her up more.

“P-please Roman, just do it.” She cried, as I ran my forefinger up and down her core.

“Do what?” I urged before capturing her lips with mine.

“Please fuck me.” She moaned into my mouth, sending sparks to my sex-addled brain.

“You’ve always wanted to be bent over and fucked in a car like a slut, haven’t you?” I uttered, dipping a finger into her cleft which made her tighten her grip on my biceps as she quietly cursed.

“Yes, yes, yes. I’ve always wanted that.” She chanted like a mantra as she grabbed my hand as if to guide my fingers properly into herself.

“It’s a pity we won’t be able to do that, sunshine. The space in this car isn’t wide enough for that, we should fulfill that fantasy of yours in my limo one of these days.” I said, biting her helix.

“O-Okay.” She muttered before adding, “Let me suck you off then. I’ve always wanted to do that too ever since that night.”

“Let’s do this at home, baby. I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back when you wrap that godly mouth around my cock.” I whispered, already picturing how I was going to pick Sofie up, and fuck her against our bedroom wall.

Fuck, the thought made my hard-on almost ravage my pants.

“You’re not going back to work?” She asked, surprised.

“No, I’m taking the day off. Nathan will handle things.” I replied, to which she nodded before pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.

“I can’t wait to have you ravish me.” Sofie sighed, sucking at the base of my neck while I resumed palming at her crotch.

“Me too.” I confessed, placing one final kiss on her lips.

It was with great self-restraint that I yanked my hands off her and invited Nathan back into the car.

Thankfully, he didn’t perform any of his insinuating antics; he just got into the car, hit on the gas and drove us home.

Just like I had promised her, Sofie and I spent a great deal of that afternoon fucking against the bedroom wall, like rabbits in heat.