Chapter 22
“You can’t change his mind?” I plead with Emilio. “You did it last time.”
He shook his head and said, “I had good reason last time. Luca’s mind is set on this.”
Wiping the tears falling down my face, I knew why Luca was dead set on this, but I couldn’t tell him.
“I will never forgive him for this.”
Holding my chin up with the knuckle of his pointer finger, I said, “You should trust him. Whatever his reasoning, you should know he will ensure everything works out for the best by now.”
“Not this time.” I sniffled. “Who will come to save me when I’m all the way out in Nevada? Gabe isn’t afraid to hit a woman.”
A tear drops down my cheek, and Emilio wipes it away. “I can tell you one thing, sweetheart. You’re not going to Nevada.”
There was a glimmer of hope in my eyes, “I’m not?”
“I have a way to get Gabe to settle his roots in Chicago.”
My body is slightly relaxed. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“You can thank me another way.” The look in his eyes told me what he was referring to, and I smiled in return.
I wanted to thank him, and not just because of getting Gabe to stay in Chicago; I wanted to thank him for always being there to save my ass.
“You’re going to have to rip it off,” I said, tugging on my shirt as I walked toward the bedroom.
Emilio smirked, “That won’t be an issue.” He removes his jacket and tie as he stalks toward me.
Lifting me, my legs naturally wrap around his waist, and he carries me to the bedroom and tosses me onto the bed.
We locked eyes. The day was hot, so I wasn’t wearing much, to begin with, but Emilio tore my t-shirt in half with his bare hands and then removed my shorts.
Unclasping my bra, he throws it onto the floor; he hooks his finger into my lace thong, and I hear the fabric rip.
The aggressiveness was turning me on. As I lay there naked, I watched Emilio undress himself.
He was the kind of man that made you weak without even trying.
His solid chest, perfect obliques, and v-cut were sculpted in perfection.
With a hungry look in his eyes, Emilio was on top of me, sucking on my breasts while sliding two fingers in and out of me until I started to moan.
“Get on top,” he demanded. As we switch positions, he looks at me, “Have fun, go for a ride.”
Pleasantly surprised, I hover my entrance over his cock and slowly sit on it.
Feeling him entering me, filling my insides, felt amazing.
Fully seated and getting all of him deep inside me, I begin to move my hips forward and back.
Starting slow and then picking up my pace, I could feel my body being possessed by him.
Being the one in control felt exhilarating, but something was missing.
Looking at him lying back with his head resting on the palms of his hands, he was letting me take the lead.
Slightly lifting his hip a bit, his cock hit the spot inside of me, which caused me to yell out in pleasure.
Picking up my pace, I could feel the orgasm building, but no matter how deep or fast I rocked my hips, I couldn’t finish.
On the other hand, Emilio seemed to be doing his best to hold himself together.
My juices were running down Emilio’s body and onto the sheets.
“Bethany, I’m struggling over here,” he breathed through his teeth.
Panting, I reply, “I can’t… I can’t finish.”
He lifted his hip again as though that would help, but it only strengthened the desire for release.
“Help me,” I begged. Emilio was confused and looked concerned. “Tell me to cum.”
A smirk crossed his face as he lifted his hip again and said the words I needed to hear. “Cum for me, sweetheart.”
Just like that, my body obeyed his command, and my orgasm came bursting through.
Both of us climaxing at the same time groans and screams ripping out of our mouths.
I collapse on top of him, trying to catch my breath.
My mind went blank as it had reset itself.
Still delirious, I didn’t even realize the words that slipped from my mouth.
“I love you.”
Emilio said nothing; he just turned onto his side so that I fell beside him. He placed a kiss on my forehead and then got out of bed. I watched him get dressed. Was he leaving? Did I scare him off?
“I didn’t mean it,” I sat on the bed, holding the sheets over my chest.
“It’s okay,” he replies, putting his pants on. “It doesn’t matter if you love me or not. You know the deal between you and I.”
“Of course.”
“Good.” He throws on his shirt. “You have a big day tomorrow. Get some rest.” Emilio walks out and leaves.