Chapter 24
I was still in shock by the events of the day.
The image played in my mind of Gabe’s head being busted open in front of me each time I closed my eyes sent shivers down my spine.
None of the men there seemed to have flinched or found it as traumatizing.
If something like that didn’t faze Emilio, it made me wonder what did.
The rumors of his torture must be true, but how can someone who has always been so kind to me be so cruel?
Walking into my bathroom barefoot, the cold ceramic tile floor kept me from replaying the gory image in my head.
In the far corner, I had a hot tub that could easily fit four people.
It was mostly there to give the bathroom a spa-like feel, but I’ve only used it twice.
As I filled the hot tub with a cherry blossom scent bath bomb and warm water halfway, it was just enough to hit just under my boobs when I sat down in it.
When Emilio calls, I tell him to let himself in and where to find me.
Hearing him approach, I prop myself up in a seductive pose.
When he finds me, a wicked smile crosses his face.
“Now that’s a good way to be greeted.”
He undresses as I watch him. This man had saved my ass countless times, and I hadn’t looked at him in any other way than just as my brother’s employee, but now, in front of me, he stood as my hero.
Just not the typical hero. Instead of a cape, he wore a gun holster.
With clothes on, he looked lethal, but as he undressed, I felt something I’d never felt before.
Off came his shirt—his lean biceps covered in tattoos of various tribal elements and symbols.
My eyes looked down his chest, tight abdomen to his v-cut as he removed his pants and briefs.
Emilio joins me but rather sits next to me.
He sits across from me with his arms propped on the edges.
We just stare at each other for a moment.
My hair was down, the ends submerged in the water.
I wait for his command. I’m his for the taking.
“Make your way over here,” he finally states.
I get to my feet so my full body is in view; seeing the spark in his eyes makes me bite my lower lip.
Standing before him, he looks up, taking in the view.
His hands are placed on my calves and glide up to my hips.
Pulling me down onto his mouth, I grab his hair to help keep balance.
The feel of his tongue inside me was intoxicating.
He encouraged me to rock myself against him.
The wet strands of hair pressed against my skin, and water dripped down my exposed body.
The swirling of his tongue inside me made me grip his hair tighter.
I began to breathe heavier, and after the first moan escaped my lips, Emilio pulled away.
He pulls me down, spinning me around, making the water splash up.
With eagerness, he grabs me by the pussy and guides his erection to my entrance.
Once positioned, he pushed me down so that he was deep inside of me.
The pressure as his cock charged through me had me gasp as I reached behind me to the edges of the jacuzzi.
Emilio wasted no time gyrating my hips against him—his fingers digging into my sides with a ferocious grip.
Water splashed everywhere. I was on the edge of an orgasm.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Emilio’s voice was husky and stern. “You don’t cum until I fucking say so.”
Unable to even speak words, I nod my head. But that wasn’t good enough; he wanted a verbal answer.
“Bethany,” he growled through his teeth, “Do you understand?”
I mumbled something.
Taking one hand, he wraps it around my neck. “Bethany!” he continued to move my hips aggressively. “Do you fucking understand!”
I muster any strength I have and let out a shout, “Yes! Yes! I fucking understand!”
Unsure I could last, I do a kegel squeeze that sends him into his frenzy. The grip around my neck tightens.
“Bethany,” he warns.
Knowing I could take control gave me satisfaction, so I continued to do it until Emilio got frustrated and threw me off of him.
Falling into the water face first, Emilio got up and turned me onto my back, so I floated.
Getting on his knees, he opens my legs and rams right back inside of me.
Pounding inside me even harder as I tried to stay afloat, I didn’t know how there was still water in here.
Practically drowning, I flop my arms to keep from going under.
The sound of water splashing onto the walls and the floor was like a wild fantasy come true.
“Not yet, Bethany.”
Emilio pulls out of me and slams back inside over and over, causing my eyes to roll behind my head.
I was devouring every moment. Once his thumb made its way to my clit, I knew we were almost there.
Part of me was relieved to finally orgasm, while part of me wanted this to last forever.
Lightly circling his thumb over my clit, my moaning got louder as the build-up of my orgasms picked up its pace.
“Nipples.”
Following directions, I grab my nipples. Emilio pushes himself as deep as possible inside me, furiously pulsing. There was no way I was able to last much longer.
As he applied a hard press on my clit, he finally said, “Now.”
We both exploded, and I saw stars as his semen filled me.
I was barely phased that I could drown. Pulling myself up and sit, I lean back waiting for my body to recoup.
After catching our breath, we left the hot tub, dried ourselves off, and went to bed.
Emilio extends his arm for me to lay beside him.
My body is pressed up against his side, and his arm is wrapped around me as he lies on his back, looking up at the ceiling.
“Told you I’d get Gabe to settle in Chicago.”
I nudge him.
“Too soon?”
I scoff, “Way too soon.”
“Were you scared?” he asked, still looking at the ceiling.
“Kind of. Was it worth it? Going through all of that?”
Emilio looked down at me, “To save you from marrying that scumbag? Yes.”
“Do you honestly enjoy what you do?”
Looking back up to the ceiling, “Depends on the day.”
I rest my head on his chest. “How about today?”
“Today was a good day.”
“So you like the gory stuff?”
“It’s not about that. Sometimes, things are done for the better—that’s when it’s not so bad. Like today, 20 people are dead. But it freed an innocent person from life with a sleazeball. Your brother took a crazy gamble with you.”
“He had reason to.”
“Do you think it was worth it?”
Emilio didn’t know the truth about Alfie, so I wasn’t sure how to answer.
“Luca has a way of having his cake and eating it, too. He always has.”
“You should have taken that job in L.A. after college.”
Surprised he’d remember that, I lifted my head and placed my chin on his chest so I could look at him. “Wasn’t part of the deal. I was able to go to college out of state but then I was to return to Chicago.”
“Do you regret that?”
“I used to. But honestly, if I hadn’t gone, I’d be stuck in Chicago forever.” I place my head back on his chest. “Why did you guys leave California?”
“Our job there was done. It was time to come home.”
“Can I ask you something? And I don’t mean to offend you. I’m just curious.”
Emilio laughed, “Go for it.”
“How did you get the scar over your eyebrow?” The more I looked at it, the more I wanted to run my tongue along the mark.
Emilio smirked as he looked up to the ceiling while the event must have played through his mind again.
“I was being accused of something I didn’t do.
The made men of Chicago back then handed me over to a NY family like I was leftover trash.
I meant shit to them. I could have been killed that night, but I wasn’t.
I had my first encounter with a Consigliere face-to-face.
Seeing the respect they got and the power without the responsibility of being the boss changed my perspective.
He may have given me this scar, but it became more than that.
It was the turning point when I decided I needed more in life than what I had. ”
“Why did he let you go free?”
He glances down at me, “Because of you.”