Chapter Ten
Bethany POV
The water from my new showerhead poured down heavy so that it felt as though you were standing under a waterfall.
As I submerged my entire body under the water with shut eyes, I reached out to my cherry blossom body wash and pumped some into my hand to lather onto my body.
Sounds of water splattering on the floor while lost in thought, I rinsed off all the body wash from my skin.
Luca must know Emilio is alive. It would make sense why there was no funeral and no word about Emilio being removed from his position.
I thought it was just so no one would know there was such betrayal in the family.
Since I wasn’t allowed to speak Emilio’s name, there was no way for me to know for sure.
I turned the knob cutting off the flow of water.
Squeezing the excess water from my hair before stepping out of the shower, I didn’t even bother wrapping a towel around me.
My phone conversation with Emilio put me in a good mood and I couldn’t stop smiling.
It was all going well until I was interrupted by Alfie who came to let me know the house would be under tight surveillance the next few weeks.
While brushing my hair, I made my way toward the phone placed on the dresser charging.
“Now that’s a sight,” a man’s voice said behind me, causing me to scream in fear.
I turned around to see a figure standing in my room, the light from the master bathroom wasn’t enough to show me his face.
Naked, I stood there trembling. As he stepped forward, a beam of light hit his face, and when I saw the scar over his left brow, I gasped.
Is this real? Am I dreaming? I stood there in shock.
“I just couldn’t –“
Before he even finished, I jumped into his arms pulling his head toward mine so I could finally taste him again.
I didn’t care how he made it here but he wasn’t leaving this room.
Refusing to unlock my lips from his even when I barely had oxygen to breathe, there was this urge to feel even closer to him.
Clinging onto this shoulder, I hoisted myself up and wrapped my legs around his waist in which he grabbed onto my thighs.
I missed everything about him. His scent, his touch, his lips, his hands… everything.
“Bethany, are you okay?!” I hear Alfie on the other side of my bedroom door trying to open it.
Unlocking my lips from his, I reply, “I’m fine, just stubbed my toe.” Before slamming my mouth back onto his, I looked at Emilio, “You remembered to lock the door.”
Shooting me a smirk, we were back at it.
I melted under the warmth of his mouth. Emilio made his way to the bed and fell onto it with him on top.
I pulled his shirt off as he undid his pants while we both refused to break our mouths apart.
Emilio raised himself up to his knees to pull his shirt over his head and pull his pants down to his knees before hovering back over me.
“You’re gonna have to keep quiet,” Emilio quietly said to me.
“I don’t care if this whole damn house hears me scream your name.”
“As much as I want to hear it, I don’t want any interruptions.”
“No promises. I want to feel you inside of me. Taste all of you.” Grabbing his hair, I pulled his head up and made eye contact. “I want your dick so far down my throat that I choke on it.”
His eyes sparkled at hearing my words. Emilio loved when I spoke to him like that but the act itself I knew he loved. The feel of him on me was sending bolts of electricity through me.
“You don’t miss fucking my mouth?” I went on.
The feel of his cock twitched so hard against my thigh it made me giggle.
“You’re asking for it,” he breathed against my skin.
“Whenever. However. Wherever.”
Emilio positioned himself so that his hip was over my face and his erect dick up against the side of my ear.
Without needing to say a word, I opened my mouth wide and directed his erection into my mouth.
The sound of him holding back a growl as he sunk his hips onto my face with his dick fully inserted into my mouth.
My mouth salivated as I wrapped my tongue around it and breathed through my nose.
My arms wrapped around his thighs and my hands grabbed his plump ass.
I missed digging my nails into his flesh.
EMILIO POV
Bethany glanced up to me. She was eager, just as I am, and wasn’t looking for any further delay.
Watching as my erection slid into her mouth, I let out a pant.
The warmth of her mouth around my cock, her tongue immediately wrapping around it had my leg shaking from excitement.
Bethany wrapped her arms around my thighs and her hands grabbed my ass.
She wasn’t kidding about not holding back.
Who am I to deny her wishes? It wasn’t long before my entire length vanished into her mouth and down her warm, wet throat.
I held my hips to her face and started thrusting my hips.
Her head was pinned in between the bed and my hips, there was no way for her to escape.
Her hands squeezed my ass to confirm she was okay and to keep going.
It didn’t take me long to lose control as I fucked her mouth so violently she could have easily suffocated, but not my girl.
My girl was able and willing to take it all.
I could feel her throat wrapped around my cock, ready to milk it of all the cum it had to offer.
She drank my cum like her life depended on it.
When it was over, I lay beside her as my mind felt as though it exploded.
“Are you okay?” I asked once my mind and body settled down.
“Never been better,” Bethany smiled as she lay there covered in a mixture of her saliva, sweat, and my cum. “Don’t tell me you’re done already.”
I couldn’t help but smirk. My plan was to take all of her before attempting to get out of here.
Surprisingly, the house was fully guarded, thankfully, the secret pathway was clear up until reaching the hallway to the bedroom.
Getting out was going to be tricky, and I didn’t have high hopes of succeeding.
Despite that, I didn’t regret this – not one bit.
Turning onto my side, I reached for her to do the same so that we were laying side by side.
How am I going to go another day without her?
“What are you thinking about?” Bethany asked.
“Nothing,” I replied truthfully. I was inhaling this moment for as long as possible.
There was a change in her eyes as though she came to a realization that our time was limited. “Take me with you.”
Taking her hand, I kissed her palm. “I’ll be lucky if I make it out of here myself.” Glancing down her arm, I noticed the bandage. “What happened?” Being so caught up in seeing her how did I not notice her arm?
Bethany pulled away. “I accidentally hurt myself. I’m okay.”
Bethany POV
“Accidentally?” Emilio’s eyebrows were scrunched together and the area around his mouth tightened.
“I’m fine,” I assured him.
“Did Pio do something to you?”
“No. I was cutting up in the kitchen and I was clumsy.”
His face became even more demure. His knuckles turned white from clenching his fists.
The pain was written all over his face. Suddenly I felt embarrassed.
Self-harming was my way of acting out but now being in front of Emilio it felt childish and selfish of me.
His sister took her own life – something he rarely spoke about but I knew it haunted him still to this day.
Emilio would always hold it over himself that he could have prevented it if he had only been around more.
So with my mistake staring at him in the face, I couldn’t admit to it.
“Bethany,” his voice was soft with a frustrated tone as he got off the bed walking to the other side of the room.
Emilio POV
How could she? All I could see was blood, everywhere. A lump in my throat made it hard to speak.
“Marie! I’m home,” shouting as I walk through the house.
My mother was passed out on the sofa probably fresh from coming home from a night of binging.
Cassie called for me to come to the house and have a pep talk with Marie about things that were going on at school.
Working for Luca had made it possible to put Marie into a good school, giving her a shot out of this neighborhood; however, it hadn’t been easy for her.
She was a good kid and smart, but she had the attitude of a hood girl and that wasn’t meshing well with her stuck up classmates.
“Marie! Where the hell are you?” I make my way upstairs.
By step three, I got an eerie feeling that I couldn’t shake off.
Maybe it was due to not being here for a few days at a time but I was actively working with Luca on setting his plan in motion to take over the city.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I saw the door to the bathroom shut.
Walking past it, I got an odd chill up my spine.
First I checked her bedroom where she normally was to avoid being around our mother.
Nothing. I checked Cassie’s room, where she liked to use her makeup and wear her clothes.
Nothing. When Marie felt scared or lonely, she would stay in my room which didn’t seem likely since the last time we spoke it was an argument.
She hated her school but hated it more that I wasn’t around as much.
I told her I’d make it up to her and she seemed to lighten up.
She even called me this morning and told me that she was grateful to have me – I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t warm my heart.
Cassie and I raised her like she was our child protecting her from as much as possible being exposed to a junkie mother like ours.
When I didn’t see her in my room, I felt nauseous.
Where was she? This bad feeling only got stronger and instinctively I was avoiding going into the bathroom, but there was no other place to check.
Maybe she was out with the new friend she made, at this point I’d even allow her to go out with the boy she was crushing on.
The closer I got to the door, there was a weight on me as though slowing my motion.
The chill went down my spine again when I touched the doorknob.
“Marie? You in there?”
Silence. I smelled it. That awful scent of metal. The lump in my throat seemed to start cutting off my oxygen flow knowing exactly what that thick aroma was. Marie what did you do? Opening the door, I opened a life full of trauma.
“E, what do you want for dinner?” Cassie shouts but her voice is so faint.
I felt her behind me and then a screeching sound at the sight before our eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Bethany’s voice was low and the shame in her tone sent a pang to my heart.
“I’m the one who should be apologizing.” Walking over to her, I placed a kiss on her forehead. If I had just kept my dick in my pants from the start she wouldn’t be in this situation.
Looking into my eyes, she grazed my face. Her finger slowly traced the scar over on my brow. Deep down I knew she would try to take her own life but somewhere inside me held hope she wouldn’t do such a thing.
“I’ve been struggling the last few months,” Bethany’s confession was the most genuine I’ve heard from her, “I thought you were dead and it felt as though I died too. Part of this was to make Luca feel the guilt of taking your life. It was worth seeing the look on his face every time, but if I could take it back I would.”
Her voice cracked and displayed in her green eyes was a deep shame. I dragged my hand up to her hip and clamped my grip lightly pressing my thumb into her. The breath she was holding spilled, though she didn’t move a muscle.
“Give me your word you won’t do it again,” I commanded, flexing my hand just a fraction so it tightened my grip on her hip.
“You have my word,” she sucked in a breath of air.
I held her, locked in a stare of anticipation for a few moments before slamming my mouth to hers and walking us to the nearest wall.
My ability to distract her from some of her misery was all I had and I’d use it with no remorse or hesitation.
The feel of her large breasts squished against my hard chest, every curve she had melting into every sharp muscle on me ramped up my need to be inside of her.
With a house full of guards, it didn’t stop me attacking her lips with force, allowing her to devour me just as I was devouring her. I missed the feel of her fingernails ravaging my shoulders and back, her whimpers of pleasure sinking into my brain and making my head spin with desire.
I bit on her lip and tugged back until it popped free of my teeth. “Not a sound out of you.”