The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Roman’s POV

“Home sweet home.” I said as Sofie and I walked down the stairs of my private jet.

“Literally. I never knew a day would come in my life that I’d say I missed America’s hustle and bustle.” Sofie acquiesced with a sigh.

“Welcome back, young master and madam Sofie.” Nathan was at the foot of the stairs with two suit-clad men standing behind him.

The men bowed and eased our luggages from us before walking behind Nathan to place them in the car trunk, “You should head back to the company, I will drive us home.” I said, to which Nathan nodded as he handed over the car keys to me.

“Welcome home again, sir,” He said before walking off with the men.

The drive home was comfortable although Sofie slept for most part of the journey.

Cute, I thought as I tore my attention away from the road for a split second to admire her.

She soon started squirming in her sleep and I knew she was about to wake up, so I forced my stare away from her.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“I can’t believe I slept off,” I heard her yawn and I stifled a smile as I stared at her, “So much for keeping me company throughout the drive.” I scoffed.

“Don’t blame me. Blame the wind, it lulled me to sleep.” She muttered, running her fingers through her disheveled hair.

Moments later, we arrived at the mansion and Antonio with some men servants came out to unload our luggage from the car after we exchanged pleasantries.

I wasn’t surprised to see Nana standing on the threshold of the sitting room, her walking stick in one hand and a radiant smile stretching her lips.

“Mia tesoruccio.” She squealed like a little girl as she boycotted me and limped over to Sofie who darted me an amused smile before hugging her.

“Hi, Nana. How have you been?” She asked when they disengaged from the hug.

She shrugged as her grin widened, “I’m still here at least. You are glowing, my dear. I knew I made the right decision when I decided to send you both to Greece. I presume the both of you enjoyed my little gift, you two seem quite refreshed.” Nana winked cheekily.

Sofie blushed and I had to suppress the itch to take her in my arms and kiss her right in front of Nana.

I was gradually becoming a stranger to myself. This new budding feeling was extremely frightening and sometimes, it made me so confused about myself.

I had never felt like this before. I had never felt my heart tingle with warmth at the sight of a woman ever in my life and it made trepidation brew within me.

Eventually, I knew I’d have to come clean and put a label on whatever the feeling was but at that moment, I still wanted to keep hiding from it.

It was better that way and less stressful.

“Nana, you shouldn’t have bothered coming all the way over here. Sofie and I would have gone to you.” I sighed as I pulled her into an embrace.

“That’s crap, figlio and you know it,” She huffed as she patted my back and withdrew herself from the hug, “You look well rested and relaxed, my boy. Have you seen why I was hellbent on you going to Greece?”

“Right. Have you had lunch yet?” I asked as we stepped further into the house and my arm subconsciously wrapped itself around Sofie’s waist.

“No but I was about to before you arrived.” Nana grunted as she sat on a dining chair.

Sofie glanced over her shoulder to stare up at me and a visceral fire of lust blazed through me.

I felt heat pool at my gut as her gaze dropped to my lips and without thinking or looking at Nana, I blurted out, “Why don’t you start eating first, Nana? Sofie and I will be back in fifteen minutes.”

Without asking further questions, she nodded, “Very well then.”

My grip tightened around Sofie’s waist as we both walked up the stairs as calmly as we could. As soon as we staggered into the bedroom, I bolted the door shut and slammed her against the wall.

“Kiss me.” She whispered, her hands caressing my face.

“With pleasure.” I whispered back before our lips met in a ferocious, torrid kiss.

Our tongues twirled together in an ardent rhythm as I lifted her up from the floor and she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist.

Without breaking the kiss, we undressed each other as wild flames of dithyrambic want tinged with lust for each other burned within the both of us.

We headed into the bathroom, and I set Sofie down in front of the mirror, and started trailing fiery hickeys from her nape down to the fissure between her ass cheeks as my hand slipped under her core to sensually massage her throbbing clit.

I basked in the electrifying moans escaping her sinful lips which elucidated that she was just as aroused, and impatient as I was.

Afterward, I traced the hickeys back up and lifted her right leg sideways as I kissed her shoulder blade, “You are so fucking beautiful.”

“I want you, Roman. I want you now.” She whimpered while my fingers strayed away from her clit into her cleft.

With desire-hooded eyes, I watched her lower her gaze to the floor as she cried in pleasure as I scissored her open.

I forced her head up and aroused-filled brown eyes stared dazedly at me through the mirror, “Don’t look down. I want you to watch yourself come from my fingers.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” She gritted out, holding herself up with a hand placed on the mirror as her boobs bounced with each thrust in a perfervid dynamic.

Hell, Sofie was fucking gorgeous as she writhed uncontrollably on my hand.

I continued finger-fucking her, as I felt precum roll out from the slit of my cock.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more but to fuck her into the bathroom wall but a faint voice in my mind reminded me that my grandmother was waiting for us downstairs.

“F-fuck it, I’m coming.” She cried and shivered as her creamy release splattered all over my fingers.

Leering at her exhausted form, I brought my cum-glazed fingers to my mouth, and licked it clean as she watched me.

“You’re weird,” She whispered as she turned around to kiss me, “Fuck, I can taste myself.” She mumbled and I chuckled into the kiss.

“I’ve eaten you out multiple times, so what’s weird about licking you off my fingers?” I muttered as she hoisted her legs and wrapped them around my waist and we stepped into the shower.

“I guess that’s true.” Sofie mumbled against my lips.

“Yeah.” I whispered pressing my dick directly against her wet core which caused her to squirm and whimper.

“W-What will you do about your boner? You know I can suck you off before we head downstairs.” Sofie offered, as the warm water from the shower head cascaded down our intertwined bodies.

With great self-restraint, I declined her tempting offer, “Don’t worry about it, doll.”

Moments later, when we went down for lunch, freshly-showered with Sofie sexually satiated and my stubborn hard-on which I unsuccessfully tried to hide, poking through my pants, Nana just darted a knowing smile at us, without uttering a word.