Chapter 39
Thirty-Nine
James
Two months later
W alking through the kitchen with my mug of tea, I stop in the doorway to the dining room, eyeing up the table and reliving the memory of all the planning that happened at it to bring Emilia home to me.
Days after bringing Emilia home, Kayden filled us in that all the women had been medically treated and were getting the help they needed. Reassured that all was well, we started reaching out to the Loretti family, who were more than eager to take out the rest of the Romanis so that a new alliance could be formed with the Bonettis. In exchange for taking over the Romani dynasty, they were paid out handsomely to ensure they could start to build their own empire. A new peace treaty was created, and so far everything seems to be working out for the better.
Emilia took over the numerous businesses that her parents owned, and Matteo is the main go to person for the illegal side of things. I still have my place, representing the Bonettis and their crew in the courtroom, in exchange for payment. Though, I don’t take many favors these days. How could I, when I have everything I could possibly want.
Arms wrap around my torso, I smile knowing Emilia has finally finished getting ready for our trip. I promised Emilia a proper honeymoon now that things have calmed down.
Franklin pulled some strings for both of our passports as Emilia’s only stipulation was somewhere warm, with a beach, and endless Mai Tais. I chose an all inclusive, adult only resort in Riviera Maya with a beautiful beach and numerous pools.
“Hello, love. Are you all packed and ready to head out?” I ask, turning and bringing her arms around my neck.
“I’m packed, sure. Not sure if I’m ready to head out though. You look delectable in those shorts, Mr. Stonewell. They really accentuate the ass that you have.”
“Mrs. Stonewell, are you ogling my assets,” I ask playfully, leaning down and nipping her neck.
“Fuuuck, James,” she moans, “do that again.”
More than happy to oblige, I nip her neck gently, using my tongue to soothe the pain. Pulling away from her, I wrap my hand around her neck, applying pressure to both sides. Emilia’s answering whimper is enough to make me rock hard, and I make it evident when I grind into her, letting her feel my hard length through my shorts.
“Such a naughty girl, aren’t you, Em,” I whisper in her ear, causing her to shiver in my arms. “Such a needy little slut.”
I relax my grip on her throat bringing her face close to mine.
“Tell me, love, how badly you want my cock right here, right now.”
“I want you, James. I need you, please.”
“Emilia, we better be quick so we don’t miss our flight,” I say, clenching my hand around her delicate throat again.
Emilia arches her back into me and pulls me down in an all-consuming kiss. Our tongues tangle together, her hands reaching for the hem of my T-shirt and eagerly pulling it up and over my head. Her hands rove my chest and slowly make their way over my abs, before stopping at the waistband of my shorts.
“Take off your shorts, James,” she commands, backing out of the kiss and looking at me expectantly with hooded eyes.
“Whatever you want, it’s yours,” I reply, undoing the button and zipper on my shorts and pulling them down to my feet. Stepping out of my shorts, I’m left in my briefs, my erection evident as Emilia eyes it up.
“Your turn, Emilia. Let me see you.”
She slowly lifts her shirt over her head and then shimmies out of her black shorts. She’s left in a black bra and a matching black lace thong.
She immediately drops to her knees, looking up at me through her lashes. “Please, just a taste?”
Taking my hand and tangling it in her hair, I hold her in place while I free my cock from its confines. Grabbing it with my other hand, I guide her head to the tip, but stop short, teasing her from taking me into her mouth. “You’re going to take more than just a taste, Em,” I say, allowing my fist to bump her chin as I slowly stroke myself. The sight of her on her knees before me as I completely control her has my resolve weakening.
“Open up your mouth, Em, and take all of me.”
She turns her gaze to my cock, reaching a hand up, grabbing me at the base, and lifting off her knees to take me into her hot mouth. The first pass of her tongue over my tip has me jerking my hips, desperate for more of that wicked tongue. She sucks and licks a scorching path along my length, hollowing out her cheeks and moaning around my cock. I grab a fistful of her hair, setting the pace as my cock hits the back of her throat. Using her free hand, she cups and massages my balls, a multitasking queen at her finest.
Before I can explode down her throat, I pull her back and pop out of her mouth, my breath coming in short gasps. “Fuck, Em, you are fucking talented with that mouth, you know that?”
She looks at me expectantly, waiting for my next command.
“Em,” I say, pulling on her hair gently to get her off the ground. I undo her bra clasp and appreciate her beautiful breasts as her bra falls to the floor. “I want you bent over that table in the next ten seconds, or else.”
“Or else what?” she asks as she sashays over to the table, looking over her shoulder, but not bending over like I told her to.
That brat.
Walking over to her, I push her with a hand between her shoulder blades until her top half is bent over the table, her nipples brushing against the cool surface. I deliver a quick, sharp slap to her ass that causes her to jump in surprise. I rub a hand at the growing red mark as she squirms in my grasp.
“Or else I’ll have to punish you.”
“Well, maybe I want to be punished…” she trails off with a sultry look over her shoulder.
I grab my cock, lining up with her slick heat before thrusting in, sinking into her fully. “So fucking wet, love. I hate to disappoint, but we don’t have time for extensive punishments today. So you’re going to take this cock into your tight pussy, and you’re going to cum so hard you’ll be seeing stars. Do. You. Understand?” I ask with each thrust of my hips.
I reach up then and grab the back of her neck, pulling her until her back is deliciously arched and her breasts are off the table. Using my free hand, I reach around and play with her hard nipple, pinching and teasing it lightly. She moans out and I can tell she’s close. Moving my hand down her chest, over her stomach, and between the apex of her thighs, I plunge a finger between her folds, circling her clit and making her tense with the sensation. She jerks back onto me as I find the perfect rhythm that has her moaning out my name.
Knowing how close she is, I let go of her neck, trailing my hand down her back and delivering another swift slap to her other cheek.
“James, oh god. Please, I’m so close, don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, love,” I reply, moving my hand between her ass cheeks and circling her tight hole with my thumb. As I apply pressure, I pick up the pace of my thrusts and my finger on her clit. Her pussy clenches around me, and I feel when she cums, her walls tightening around my cock, pulling me to the edge of my own orgasm. Another thrust and I erupt with her, groaning out her name as my thrusts stutter, and Emilia reaches back, squeezing my ass cheek and pulling me in for one last thrust that makes me weak in the knees.
“Hell, Emilia. You’re a fucking goddess,” I praise her as I rub circles down her back, easing her into relaxation.
She turns her head to the side on the table, eyeing me up from where I stand before her, my cock softening in her warm heat. “I could never get enough of you, James. Not now, not in ten years.”
“I’ll hold you to that, Mrs. Stonewell.”
As we clean up and get dressed again, I can’t help thinking that finally, we can just enjoy each other and live our lives together. Emilia has been going to therapy these past two months, and I’m so proud of the steps she’s taken in her healing journey, both physically and mentally. From what Emilia shared with me, she was so dead set on just surviving her time at the hands of Anthony Romani that she had to dig back through those memories in her sessions in order to move forward. She’s so damn strong and I’m in awe of her. If I could go back and kill them all over again, I’d relish the chance. They deserved ten times worse than what they actually got.
In two hours time, we’ll be boarding our flight and leaving all our worries behind for a minimum of two weeks.
Before we leave the driveway, Emilia leans over the center console and turns my face toward her gently. “I love you, James. Thank you for all you do for me. Thank you for rescuing me. Thank you for helping me through everything. I couldn’t do any of this without you by my side.”
This woman before me has gone from hating me with her entire being, to now saying she loves me and thanking me for just doing what I love for the woman I love. I knew the moment I saw her in Bonetti’s Diner that she was it for me, the only one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. It may have taken her seven years to come to the same conclusion, but hell, it was all worth it in the end.
“And I love you, Emilia. Until our dying breaths, you have me. All of me.”