Epilogue
EMILIO
I knew better. This was wrong, but I couldn’t stop, no matter how hard I tried.
Every time I craved her touch, a part of me hated myself.
She was my kryptonite. I walked the streets of Chicago a feared man, yet around her, I was powerless.
For the past few years, I indulged in my selfishness, ignoring the fatality of my actions.
We kept our affair a secret. No one had a clue—we made sure of it.
Pio was out of town, and I snuck into the house. As I walked through the back door, my phone pinged. It was a message from Alfie asking where I was. I sent a vague reply that I was handling something. He didn’t reply.
As I entered further into the house, her cherry blossom scent lingered, which only made me more eager to devour her for the next few hours.
“You’re late,” her voice carried through the room I was approaching.
She laid in my favorite lingerie on a loveseat in the living room. We christened every inch of this house, but the loveseat was new, and I could tell she was looking to get it dirty by the look in her eyes.
“Traffic,” I replied as I began to remove my jacket.
“You’ll have to make up for it.”
I watch her open her legs, exposing herself through the slit of her lace underwear. Her see-through bra exposed her nipple rings that hung there for décor. Wearing her snakeskin stilettos, she remained still as I undressed, building her anticipation. Once I was naked, I was on her immediately.
Usually, I preferred taking my time removing her clothes, but today was one of those days I just needed to be inside her right away.
Bethany brought me a sense of reassurance that I was someone who could be loved.
I’ll never allow anyone to, but to know that I could be, meant something to me.
Ripping off her lingerie, I immediately inserted myself inside her.
Watching her wrap her fingers around her nipples on her perfect breasts, the harder I pounded into her.
Something about watching her touch herself made my dick throb.
I could tell she was approaching her climax.
Sliding my hand down to the inside of her thigh, she was soaked, and the closer my hand got to her pussy, the wetter it was.
I push my thumb onto the top of her clit while thrusting upward, sending her into an orgasm as I watch her body explode and her scream in pleasure.
Taking a deep breath, I look into Bethany’s eyes while still inside her.
Without fail, every time I looked into them, they told me the same thing.
I thought it would fade—that this was just a phase.
But time hasn’t changed a thing. She wanted me—my soul, mind, and body right down to the bones.
Even knowing I couldn’t fully give myself to her, she stayed.
She didn’t care as long as she had some part of me to hold on to.
She deserved better than this and knew it, yet she stayed.
Before I could pull myself out of her, there was a change in her eyes from admiration to panic as she looked past my shoulder.
I take a deep breath and look over my shoulder, expecting to see her husband.
I planned for this moment to happen and knew exactly what to say to ensure this wouldn’t blow up in Bethany’s face.
But when I saw who it was standing at the entrance, it was me this blew up on.
Quickly turning onto my back, I grabbed a pillow to cover myself and sat beside Bethany, who lay frozen.
“What the fuck is going on!” The tone in Luca’s voice was one that I’d never heard before.
Bethany snapped out of shock and sprang onto her knees, bowing in forgiveness as she pled, “Luca, please. Have mercy.”