Chapter 13
“What are you doing here?” I asked, although my first question should be how he got in here.
“Your brother was trying to reach you; I told him I would see where you were. You didn’t answer the door, so I let myself in to make sure nothing was wrong.”
Without moving further, I stood there clenching onto my towel in fear that if I caught a whiff of his scent, I would drop my towel on purpose.
Emilio usually wore a nice clip with his suits, but today, there was no tie, and the top few buttons were undone.
I liked this look on him, but I knew if I kept looking at him—I would misbehave.
Barely making eye contact, I replied, “You could have called or texted.”
I could feel his eyes on me, “I thought we could talk. I prefer face-to-face.”
My heart started pounding out my chest. I thought it was going to rip through my skin. “About last night?”
“It was a mistake. This time, poor judgment on my end.”
Looking in his direction, I felt a pang of hurt by his words. No female wants to hear they are a regret.
“I wanted it,” I replied.
“You understand that can’t happen again.”
I nod my head. He began walking towards me but not to me, clearly heading toward the door.
This wasn’t fair. Luca was going to marry me off without my consent—was I not allowed any happiness?
Last night wouldn’t happen again, and it tore me up inside so much that I made the boldest move.
Instead of allowing him to walk past me, I slide over just in time.
Emilio stopped short; the smell of mint and eucalyptus invaded my nose.
We were face to face, and my line of vision was at his chin.
Slowly, I lift my lids to look into his eyes.
“Just because I understand it can’t happen again doesn’t mean I don’t want it to.”
“Bethany. There are plenty of reasons why it shouldn’t.” The expression on his face told me he was angry with his furrowed brows and tightened mouth.
“You can lecture me on all those reasons. Repeat them as many times as you need to. But you haven’t said that you don’t want it to happen again.”
“Don’t push this.”
“I’m not asking you to marry me, Emilio. I’m just asking you to fuck me.”
“I get it,” Emilio’s voice was stern, “Sheltered princess gets off on having something she can’t have. I don’t need to be that guy.”
“Are you saying that because you’re afraid Luca will find out or because you aren’t attracted to me?”
“Our fates are very different, Bethany. The worst Luca would do to you is lock you in the house. I’d be lucky if I get put in a box and put into a crematory chamber.” He was angry, but somehow, instead of looking scary, he looked sexy.
“So you’re afraid?”
“I’m not afraid to die, Bethany—I’m just not the kind of man to get mixed up with.”
“You’re a made-man, just like the rest.”
“I’m very particular.”
“And I’m willing.”
Emilio took his hand and rubbed his chin. His brown eyes gleamed. Standing in silence as we both stare at one another, Emilio slowly walks toward me. “Why do you want this so bad?”
“Like you said—my life is fated. At least let me have some fun.”
“And you chose with me?” he looks at me.
“I know you won’t say a word, so there’s no risk. We are just two people having fun.” Letting go of the towel wrapped around me, it fell to the floor. “You can have me whenever, wherever you want, however you want.”
Taking a step back so that he had a full view of my body that had streaks of water running down it from my wet hair, I took my hand and slowly dragged it across my collarbone.
My fingers play on my skin as I drag them down over my breast, circling my semi-hard nipple and down my torso.
I watch as the hunger in his eyes grows. A blast of thunder lights up the sky.
Without touching me, he examines my body with his eyes as he walks around me.
“Get on the sofa on your knees and put your hands on the wall.”
I make my way over to the sofa placed against a glass window.
It was raining even harder; the sky was grey, but that didn’t ruin the mood.
The leather sofa was soft on my knees, but the window behind the sofa was cool, and when I placed my hands on it, my nipples got harder.
I can hear Emilio behind me unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, which made my core a bit moist from the excitement.
I never wanted something so badly. He grabs my hips tightly, sending a wave of excitement through my body.
He pulls my hips back just enough with my knees spread apart as far as they can go as he positions himself behind me.
Grabbing my hair, he huskily says into my ear, “Don’t cum until I say.”
“Okay,” I pant from the thrill of the situation.
Emilio spits, and his saliva drips down my crack toward my opening.
Feeling the head of his cock at my entrance, before I could take a breath, he pounds forward, shoving himself entirely inside me at once, causing me to shout in pleasure.
Without giving me any breathing space to adjust or accept his size, Emilio immediately begins to pump in and out of me aggressively.
My eyes widen in shock as I try to steady my hands on the wall as he ruthlessly slams into me. Unable to control myself from loudly moaning and panting in pleasure, I wasn’t sure I would be able to hold out. Thunder ripped through the dark sky, lighting up the room.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum, Bethany.”
“I’m… I’m... trying.” It was hard getting the words out.
Rain and thunder invade the sky as he continues to plunge into me.
How the hell was I going to stop this oncoming orgasm building up by his relentless thrusts that had my body spiraling out of control?
Feeling his hands slide up my back and grip my shoulders as he continues to pound in and out of me barbarically, I’m overwhelmed with pleasure.
His hands tightly grip my shoulders like he was reaching his breaking point.
“Not yet,” he reminded me.
With a final thrust slamming into me with a force that had me tearing in pleasure, Emilio let out a groan cumming inside of me.
He remains still for a moment before pushing me forward so that my breasts are entirely against the window.
Then he leans on my back, circling his hips deeply while still inside me.
I was on the edge of glory as he slid a finger down the center of my core.
Finally, he said the words I desperately needed to hear.
“Cum for me,” he commands as he applies pressure on my clit.
Without delay, my body jerks as the orgasm rips through me.
He keeps his body on mine as I twitch from the aftermath of the orgasm.
Once my body relaxes, he peels himself off.
Our skin sticky from sweat. I could feel him remove his cock from inside me, and I collapsed onto the sofa, watching him adjust himself as his semen was spilling out of me.
Once he had his belt buckled, he finally gave in, “Okay, Bethany. You win. But we play by my rules.”
“Okay,” I agreed as I looked up at him.
“Now go return your brother’s call.”
With that, Emilio left my condo while I lay me both stunned and satisfied.