Sophia's POV
He's huge.
The thought blazed through my mind as my hand pressed against his thigh, the heat and hardness of him burning through the expensive fabric of his suit. Despite everything I'd been told about his condition, despite the wheelchair and the supposed limitations of his injuries, there was no denying what I was feeling.
Vito Romano was very much a fully functioning man.
And he was very, very aroused.
The discovery should have been relieving—proof that I'd somehow succeeded in his twisted test, evidence that despite my inexperience and humiliation, I'd managed to affect him in the way he'd demanded. But instead of relief, I felt a confusing mixture of shock, embarrassment, and something else I didn't want to examine too closely.
How is this possible?
My medical trai
