Chapter 19
Nineteen
Emilia
J ames plunges two fingers into me, his palm rubbing on my clit as he finds that delicious sweet spot that makes my toes curl.
Looking over my shoulder, James withdraws his hand, and I can’t help the whine I let slip past my lips at the loss of his touch. He strokes himself, his cock growing larger by the second. Damn, this man is still hard? I smirk, realizing I actually made out pretty good with this marriage. A man that can go more than one round? Fuck. Yes.
James catches my eye, winking at me before hovering his head above my ass. He slowly opens his mouth and lets his spit run down and over his lips, landing right in my crack. My eyes widen as I realize what he intends to do. I’m not ready for that.
“James, you can’t…”
“I can and I will. Maybe not today, Em, but one day soon.”
He slides the crown of his cock up and down my pussy, gathering my arousal before nudging my pussy, sliding just the tip in.
I push back onto him, desperate to feel all of him inside me. He pulls back, however, teasing me to the point of frustration.
“This really is a gorgeous ass, love,” he says as he presses his thumb against my tight hole. The sensation shocks me, but it isn’t entirely horrible. As his thumb circles, he slides his cock back into my tight pussy. Pulling out slowly, he slams back into me, and it’s all I can do to stay upright over the stool.
“There it is, just like that. Such a good little whore. So hungry for my cock.”
His praise sends a thrill down my spine, and I start pushing back onto him just as much as he’s pounding into me.
“Play with yourself,” he commands as he proceeds to grab my hair, yanking my head back. The action elicits a hissed moan from my lips. James knows all the right kinds of pain to inflict, and I’m completely at his mercy.
“You’re so fucking sexy playing with your tight little cunt. Your pussy is perfect for my cock, you know that, love?”
James wastes no time picking up the pace, grabbing my left hip with bruising strength and impaling himself into my pussy. I chase the pain away, circling my clit to his exact thrusts, and I soon find myself falling into oblivion, pleasure and pain colliding until I can’t tell the difference between the two.
“James!” I scream, my orgasm ripping through me, causing every muscle in my body to tense.
“Fuck, Emilia. Your pussy. Is so. Fucking. Tight,” he says in between thrusts. I’m barely holding onto the stool, my body wanting to go limp after that explosive orgasm.
One, two, three more thrusts and James pulls out in a rush, spilling his seed along my lower back and asscrack. We’re both left gasping for breath, my cheek plastered to the cool seat of the stool while James’s hand is still entwined in my hair. Out of the corner of my eye, James tilts his head back and takes a shuddering breath, satisfaction written clearly along the planes of his face.
Cracking his eyes open, he peers down at me.
“Fucking hell, Em. This pussy was made for me,” he states before slapping my ass cheek. I’m absolutely positive that left a deliciously red handprint . He soothes the sting, rubbing my ass and praising me at the same time.
Feeling his absence behind me, I turn and lift my head, watching James open a kitchen drawer and pull out a hand rag. Running the cloth under warm water and ringing it out, he comes back around and starts cleaning up his mess on my ass and back.
He’s so tender and nurturing in his aftercare, murmuring words of praise and endearment the entire time. There are multiple sides to this man, and I’m just starting to see them all.
Once he’s wiped us both clean, I straighten and grab the clothes that are strewn about the floor, getting dressed once again. There’s a silence between us, but it isn’t uncomfortable, more like we are just enjoying each other’s presence.
* * *
After we both cleaned up, we reheated and ate our breakfast, discussing our plans for the week ahead. James has a few court cases that he needs to work on from his study, and I would like to visit with Matteo and Lorenzo again at some point. Though, we haven’t agreed upon a location to meet up at that could be deemed safe enough. James thinks there is a mole on the inside, while I’m adamant that our people are loyal.
“I’m just saying, Em. How could they have known exactly where you would be that night?”
“They knew where I lived enough to send a severed head to my doorstep. It’s not such a far stretched notion that they’ve had eyes on my house since I left, just hoping for me to come back.”
“You have a point, but we need to make a plan to end this once and for all,” James replies, running his hand through his tousled hair, frustration clearly written upon his face in the tense line of his mouth and his furrowed brows.
“And what, exactly do you have in mind, James?” I ask, standing up from my position at the island and pacing to let out this bundle of energy running through my veins. I’m itching for action, not talking. I’m used to having a target on my back, it comes with the territory, but this is different.
“I think we need to pay a visit to your parents. We should see if they would consider negotiating with the Romanis. There has to be something else they want other than you.”
“I really wonder if Anthony is working with the Romanis on this, or if this is his own agenda. The Romanis have had tentative peace with my family for decades. I know we kinda fucked up and killed their son, and they have always seemed like they are just biding their time, but something feels off,” I ramble while I pace, trying to piece together this puzzle. It makes sense that Anthony would try to take advantage of the situation. He’s always been a snake in the grass, but what doesn’t make sense is that we haven’t heard anything official from the Romanis. Hell, his parents are still technically in charge; Anthony hasn’t taken over anything yet.
Technically, in situations like these, there are supposed to be rules and laws established between the families that come into play to maintain peace.
“Maybe there is more going on than what your parents have shared with us…” James suggests tentatively, standing up from his position at the island to come around to my side. He steps in front of me, effectively stopping my pacing, and places his hands down upon my shoulders. I meet his gaze and find nothing but love and compassion shining from their depths.
“Listen, it won’t hurt to at least stop over there and pay them a visit. Ask a few questions, fill them in on what happened last night.”
“ Ay dios mio … Fine. We can go over there. It would be nice to see them anyway. I’ll call Matteo and Lorenzo to meet us there. What time do you think I should tell them?”
“Let’s plan on the safe side, Em. Say, two hours? That gives us an hour to finish up here and an hour to make the drive. I have a few loose ends to finish on this case I’m working on, then I should be good to go.”
Agreeing on the plan for the day, James goes up to his study for a bit to finish up his case, and I text Matteo.
Hey Matty, James and I are going tostop at the estate today at 12pm.
You and Lorenzo wanna meet us there?
Ciao, principessa. Lorenzo and I areheaded there now actually. We will wait there for you.
Ok, sounds good.
How are things with your husband? *laugh emoji*
Very funny, Matty. Things are betterthough. I’ll have to fill you inwhen we hang out next, just the two of us.
Ahh, I knew it would get better for you, Em.
I’ll see you soon. Can you ask James to bringhis Aston Martin today? The boys wanna talk cars.
*eyeroll emoji* Sure.
You’re the best! See you soon!
Boys and their toys, I swear. Knowing that I don’t have a lot of time to get ready, I head upstairs to quickly shower and get ready for the day while James works on his case.
The events of the past twenty four hours have left me mentally and physically drained. Between the car chase and everything between James and I, I feel like I haven’t had time to actually sit down and process anything. My feelings for James have drastically changed, and the emotions I felt dwelling deep in the recesses of my heart have come front and center. I like James, hell, I might really like him, but he still infuriates me. Maybe that will never change. I’ve spent so many years hating the man, I’m not sure how to feel anything else.
Stepping to my dresser mirror, I take in my appearance. I opted for a black, tight-fitting, cold-shoulder top, camo leggings, and my black combat boots. I decided to pull my hair up off my shoulders today into a messy bun, loose strands framing my flushed face. There are dark circles under my eyes, like I haven’t gotten enough sleep, but I know it’s from the stress these past couple of days. I take a quick minute to put some eye corrector on, hiding the dark circles so I at least look put together. Everything else about me looks unchanged, even though internally I feel like a completely different woman.
Taking a deep breath, I take a step back, square my shoulders, and decide it’s time to buckle up and take care of business.