Chapter 30
30
Leon
I have to keep it together, but fuck . I warned her.
Emery’s tight heat is almost more than I can bear. I’m only a man, and ever since I met her, this moment has been playing through my mind like a glitch, constantly looping.
I wondered whether getting to fuck her might dampen my obsession, but now that I’m balls-deep inside her, that looks pretty fucking unlikely.
I withdraw and plunge back into her clinging cunt, drawing a cry from her lips. It’s all the encouragement I need, and I put my palms on her inner thighs, pressing her into the bed so I can penetrate deeper.
“Do you believe you’re mine yet?” I say. “Look, Emery. Look how full you are of me.”
She glances down, her cheeks as pink as her pussy. “Oh my God,” she murmurs, reaching for her clit. “That’s so?—”
“Nope.” I slap her hand away. “You don’t get to come until I’m pounding your slutty pussy into oblivion, val’kiriya .”
I pull out and rub her clit with the slick head of my cock. “You better get used to the feeling because there’s gonna be a lot of rough fucking in your immediate future. It’s how I like it, and call me crazy,” I slap her cheek lightly, and she gasps, “I think my sweet little wife might be into it too.”
She still looks innocent, with her doll-like face and wide eyes, yet somehow, the cock-hungry vibes suit her.
Seeing Emery skewered on my dick like this is so close to perfection, but I have a yearning to get real nasty with her and test my theory that she has freak tendencies.
I free my cock from her wetness, and she gasps at the sudden loss. Yep, my gorgeous girl is already craving that stuffed-full feeling. Good thing I’ve got plenty to give her.
“Get back on your hands and knees,” I say. “Open your legs wide and show me that beautiful pink cunt.”
She doesn’t hesitate, and I jerk off idly as she gets into position. Her fat clit peeps out from between her swollen pussy lips, her entrance tempting me back inside.
She groans as I grab both her asscheeks, using my thumbs to hold her pussy open as I tease my cock into her tightness once more.
Fuck, I love this position. The view is sublime, and with both my feet on the floor, I can power my hips and get at her. As I slide home, she grips the bedsheets with a shuddering cry, and I slide my hands around her waist.
“You’re mine.” I bump my hips against Emery’s ass, and she hisses through her teeth. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes. Oh God. Yes, I’m yours. Please fuck me and let me come!”
“That’s my good girl.” I reward her with a couple of hard thrusts. “You can play with your clit, but tell me when it’s happening because once I stop holding back, that’s it. You gotta just take it. Understand?”
She nods and drops her ass back a little, bracing her position.
What a delightfully quick learner she is. I can’t wait to teach her a few more things.
I bottom out again, feeling the throb in my veins as her muscles flutter along my length. Her fingertips play over her clit, teasing the base of my cock, and I give a growl as I start to move in a rhythm, pulling free of her clinging channel before burying myself deep again.
Emery moans and writhes in my grip, and I bounce off her beautiful ass, thrilled by the way her curves move with me.
God, she’s gorgeous. So much woman, such luxurious softness, no hard lines.
I feel the tension rolling in my abdomen, winding tighter, and I bite my lip, trying to hold back the tide.
“Goddamn it, Emery,” I say, the words coming out as a feral growl. “You better come now. You’re too fucking good for me to hang on much longer.”
Her fingers are moving faster as she chases her climax, her pussy spasming at the point of no return. A ragged cry rings from her throat, and she shoves her ass hard against me.
“I’m coming, Leon!”
With that, I’m gone.
I fist a handful of her hair and fuck the ever-loving shit out of her, my orgasm careening toward me, unstoppable.
Emery’s sweet moans of ecstasy fill the air, and I drop my weight onto her, grinding my cock deep as I unload thick spurts of come into her twitching cunt. The bed linen is drenched, a patch of wetness spreading beneath us.
I can’t move at first; my legs are shaking too much. I never knew anything could feel as good as Emery’s tight pussy wrapped around my cock.
After a few minutes, my sweat begins to cool. I roll off my wife’s prone body, pulling the covers over us as I go, and trail my fingertips up and down her spine.
“Are you alright?” I ask.
Emery rolls her head, peering at me from the tangle of her hair. “I think so. But I’ll be able to feel that for days.”
I smile. “Don’t expect me to let you get over it, baby. You told on yourself; I know you want it hard, so expect to get it often. And if being sore is the price of a good fucking from your husband, is that too much to pay?”
She considers for a moment before slapping my arm playfully. “Fine,” she says. “You may be right.”
She rolls onto her back and stares at the ceiling, and we’re silent for a few minutes.
“This is messed up,” she says suddenly. “We don’t even know each other. What’s happening?”
I was wondering that myself.
How did this woman get under my skin so quickly? I kept my heart under lock and key, well guarded, and many tried to get to it, to no avail. How did Emery waltz into my fortress and take it without a fight?
She’s good , that’s how, untainted by the paper-thin morals and shallow loyalties that are the foundations of the world I built.
This city is mine from the streets up, but this kind, intelligent, caring angel knows nothing of my kingdom.
My obsession isn’t waning; far from it. As I lie here, listening to Emery’s gentle breathing, I’m beginning to understand my predicament.
I thought I could steal her from her shitty life and dazzle her with devotion, gifts, and fantastic sex, but I now realize—it could never be enough.
I cannot hide the savage truth about my lifestyle for long, and when it comes out, she will leave me.
I’m a stone-cold bastard. I took her virginity—a gift she can only give once. It’s not just that; I denied her agency, made choices for her, and demanded she acquiesce, regardless of her feelings.
Still, she remains gentle and empathic; how could she be anything else?
I make a mental note to send my accountant to Alec Bright’s home for a surprise visit. After everything I’ve taken from him, the least I can do is fix what I can, but I can’t give up his daughter now she’s in my clutches.
The truth remains—no matter how strong my feelings may become, I don’t deserve Emery and never will.
And when she figures that out, I will lose her.
I wake with a banging headache. I shake my head, trying to fix the buzzing, until I realize it’s my phone vibrating on the table in the lounge.
Cursing under my breath, I leave Emery sleeping, closing the door behind me. I snatch my phone and answer it.
“Viktor, for fuck’s sake! What time is it?”
“It’s four a.m. Don’t you think I have a good reason to call now?”
“Alright, what?”
“Our good friends, the traffickers, were smart enough to create a legitimate paper trail for their fake business,” he says. “They have documents supporting a minor freight carriage company, including dock fees and import/export visas.”
I rub my face with my palm. “So?”
“So I wanted to ask: what happened to Dante Firenze?”
“I told the cunt to get out of town and stay gone. Someone probably clued him in on my identity, and he wisely got the fuck out of the city, if not the state.”
Viktor sounds distracted. “Yeah, maybe. But his name turned up on a receipt when I pulled that dossier together on all his financial dealings. The trafficker’s boat is called The Cobra, right?”
I sigh. “Yes. Fucking idiot macho name for a beat-up motor cruiser.”
“In that case, Dante may have sold it to them. I had to do a forensic analysis of the documents, but one of Firenze’s shell companies listed the boat as an asset. I’m still digging.”
Emery’s ex-fiancé fancied himself as dangerous, trying to threaten me with his so-called ‘connections.’ He understood his mistake soon enough, but could the little bastard have had his fingers in some dirty pies? It would make sense; he wasn’t familiar with New York. He didn’t know enough about the movers and shakers of the underworld to understand what a bad idea it was to set up his nasty little racket on my turf.
“Interesting,” I say. “Where’s The Cobra now? Has anyone seen it recently?”
“That’s the other thing; it’s vanished. We have watchers, but no one has seen it since the raid. That or they’re simply not telling for some reason, but I can’t see why anyone would defend some new kid in town.”
I rub my face with my palm. “Okay, look. Keep eyes on the water, and see if you can find anyone who knows those skeevy fucks Dante has on his payroll. I killed a couple of them, but you know how it is. They’re like roaches.”
“What do you wanna do if The Cobra shows up someplace?” Viktor asks.
“Let me know,” I reply. “But I wouldn’t bet on it. If Dante Firenze has any sense, he’s long gone by now.”