Chapter 65. His Inexplicable Behavior

Sofie’s POV

I had a dream—a weird, obscene dream. In my vile dream, Roman was on top of me, kissing me with such ferociousness and fervor that it felt as though I was just a prostitute he had paid to fuck, and not his girlfriend. He was trailing harsh hickeys down from my jaw to the cleavage of my chest while muttering angry Italian words whose meanings I couldn’t decipher.

In a bid to stop the mad dream from continuing, I forced my eyes open with a loud gasp, but my eyes only widened in horror to the size of saucers when I realized my dream was not only real but even more horrible to view in reality. Roman was really on top of me, and was really trailing rough kisses down the slope of my chest. He fisted one of my boobs with one hand, while the other hand rapidly unbuttoned my nightshirt with a hasty intensity that greatly baffled and scared me.