38. Emil
EMIL
Idon't know what the hell comes over me to ask that question.
The words are out before I can stop them, hanging in the air between us like a loaded gun. Would she want to go back to her old life? Forget we ever met? Call off the wedding and walk away?
I'd been thinking about it. After the shooting at the club, after seeing her terrified and covered in my blood, the thought had crept into my mind like poison. Maybe the best way to protect her is to let her go. Send her somewhere safe, somewhere far from my world of violence and death.
But I dismissed it almost immediately. Letting her go wouldn't guarantee her safety.
Someone's already tried to kill her twice.
They know who she is now, know she's connected to me.
Releasing her would make her more vulnerable, not less.
She'd be out there alone, unprotected, an easy target for anyone who wants to hurt me.
And beyond the logic, beyond the tactical reasoning, there's the simple truth I don't want to admit.
I don't want to let her go.
Kiera stares at me, her blue eyes wide with surprise. She opens her mouth, then closes it again. The silence stretches between us, heavy and uncomfortable.
I find myself holding my breath, waiting for her answer. My heart pounds hard and relentlessly against my chest. What if she says yes? What if she tells me she wants out, wants to go back to her simple life?
"I…" She stops, looking down at her hands. "That's a strange question."
"Is it?"
"Yes." She meets my eyes again. "What's done is done, Emil. There's no use thinking about changing the past or wishing things were different. We are where we are."
It's not really an answer. She's skirting around the question, avoiding it entirely. Part of me wants to push, to demand that she tell me the truth. Does she want to leave? Does she regret everything that's happened between us?
But another part of me, the part that's been growing stronger every day I spend with her, decides to leave it alone. Maybe I don't want to know how she really feels. Maybe I'm not ready to hear that she wishes she'd never met me.
"You're right," I finally say. "What's done is done."
She nods, relief flickering across her face.
I change the subject before the tension can build again. "Come with me. I want to show you something."
"Show me what?"
"My room."
Her eyebrows rise. "Your room?"
"My suite," I clarify. "You haven't seen it yet."
She hesitates, and I can see the wariness in her expression. But curiosity wins out. "Okay."
I lead her down the hallway to the opposite wing of the estate. My suite takes up the entire east corner, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the gardens and the city lights beyond. I open the double doors and gesture for her to enter.
Kiera steps inside, her eyes widening as she takes in the space. The main room is massive, with a sitting area, a fireplace, and a bar along one wall. Dark wood furniture contrasts with cream-colored walls and soft lighting that creates an intimate atmosphere.
"This is huge," she says, walking further into the room.
"It has everything I need." I close the doors behind us and watch her explore. She runs her fingers along the back of the leather sofa, examines the artwork on the walls, and peers into the walk-in closet that's bigger than her entire bedroom at her apartment.
"Where's the bed?" she asks.
I point to another set of doors. "Through there. But that's not what I wanted to show you."
I lead her to a third door, this one opening into what looks like a small spa.
The room is tiled in dark slate, with soft lighting recessed into the ceiling.
In the center is a rectangular pool, maybe fifteen feet long and ten feet wide.
Next to it, built into the floor, is a hot tub with jets and underwater lighting that makes the water glow blue.
"You have your own pool?" Kiera stares at the water, then at me. "In your bedroom?" She shakes her head. "That's right. You told me you had three pools on the property, and one of them was in your bedroom."
"Technically, it's in my suite. But yes."
"Of course you do." She shakes her head, but she's smiling. "Why am I not surprised?"
"I like water." I move closer to her, close enough to smell the faint scent of her shampoo. "And I like privacy."
She turns to face me, and the look in her eyes makes my cock harden instantly. "Privacy for what?"
"For this." I cup her face in my hands and kiss her, slow and deep. She melts against me, her body soft and warm. When I pull back, her lips are swollen and her breathing is uneven.
"Get in the pool with me," I say.
She bites her lip, considering for just a minute.
Then she reaches for the hem of her sweater and pulls it over her head.
Underneath, she's wearing a simple white bra that makes her skin look even more pale and perfect.
She unbuttons her jeans and slides them down her legs, revealing matching white panties.
I strip off my shirt and jeans, leaving me in just my boxer briefs. The bandage on my arm is still white and clean, the wound beneath it healing well. Kiera's eyes linger on my chest, on the tattoos that cover my skin, before dropping lower to the obvious bulge straining against the fabric.
"Like what you see?" I ask, unable to keep the smugness out of my voice.
"You know I do." She unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor, then slides her panties down. Completely naked, she walks to the edge of the pool and dips her toe in. "It's warm."
"Heated." I strip off my boxer briefs and join her at the edge. My cock juts out, hard and ready, and I don't bother hiding it. "Get in."
She slides into the water with a soft sigh, and I follow. The pool is the perfect temperature, warm enough to relax but not so hot it's uncomfortable. I swim over to her, backing her against the tiled wall.
"You really do have a thing for pools," she says, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"I have a thing for you in my pools." I lift her easily, positioning her so her legs wrap around my waist. The head of my cock brushes against her entrance, and she gasps.
I grip her ass with both hands, kneading the soft flesh. She's so fucking perfect, all curves and smooth skin. I can feel her nipples hard against my chest, her breasts pressed tight against me.
I push into her slowly, watching her face as I fill her. Her eyes flutter closed and her mouth falls open in a silent moan. She's tight and wet and so goddamn hot I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming immediately.
"Look at me," I command.
Her eyes open, hazy with pleasure. I start to move, thrusting up into her while the water laps around us. Each stroke makes her gasp, makes her nails dig into my shoulders. I love the way she feels, the way she responds to me. No hesitation, no holding back. Just pure, raw need.
"You feel so good," she breathes. "So deep."
"That's because you were made for me." I increase my pace, driving into her harder. The water splashes around us, creating waves that rock against the sides of the pool. "Say it."
"I was made for you," she repeats, her voice breaking on the last word as I hit a spot that makes her whole body shudder.
I fuck her relentlessly, using the water's buoyancy to lift her and drop her onto my cock over and over. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, water droplets clinging to her skin. She's so beautiful like this, completely lost in pleasure. Completely mine.
When she comes, she cries out my name, and I follow her over the edge, burying myself deep as I empty inside her. The orgasm rips through me, intense and overwhelming.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, our bodies still joined. Finally, I ease out of her and set her back on her feet. She sways slightly, and I steady her with a hand on her hip.
"You okay?"
"More than okay." She grins up at me, looking satisfied and relaxed. "But I'm starting to think you might be part fish with how much you like water."
I laugh, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. "Maybe I am."
She swims away from me, doing a lazy backstroke across the pool. I watch her, admiring the way her body moves through the water. After a few minutes, she climbs out and reaches for her bra and panties, pulling them on while water drips down her skin.
I get out too, grabbing my boxer briefs and sliding them on. They cling to my wet skin, outlining every inch of my still half-hard cock. Kiera's eyes drop to my crotch, and I see her swallow hard.
"Hot tub?" I suggest, nodding toward the bubbling water.
"Sure."
We climb into the hot tub, and the jets immediately start massaging my sore muscles. I sink down onto one of the built-in seats with a groan of relief. Kiera settles next to me, close enough that our thighs touch.
"This is nice," she says, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.
"It is." I watch her for a moment, taking in the peaceful expression on her face. She looks content. Happy, even.
We sit in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound the bubbling of the jets and the occasional splash of water. The heat seeps into my bones, relaxing muscles I didn't even realize were tense.
Then Kiera shifts, moving to straddle my lap. Her wet panties press against my cock, and I'm instantly hard again.
"Round two?" she asks, her voice low and teasing.
"Greedy."
"Your fault for being so good at this." She grinds against me, and I groan.
I hook my fingers in the sides of her panties and pull them aside, not bothering to take them off completely. My cock springs free from my boxer briefs, and I position myself at her entrance.
"Ride me," I say.
She sinks down onto me slowly, taking me inch by inch. The hot water swirls around us, the jets creating a pulsing sensation against our skin. She starts to move, rolling her hips in a rhythm that makes my vision blur.
I reach up and pull her bra down, freeing her breasts. They're perfect, full and soft with hard pink nipples that beg to be sucked. I lean forward and take one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the peak while she rides me.
"Oh, God," she moans, her movements becoming more frantic. "Emil, I'm going to…"
"Come for me," I growl against her skin. "Come all over my cock."
She does, her whole body tensing as the orgasm crashes through her. I grip her hips and thrust up hard, chasing my own release. When I come, it's with a guttural groan that echoes off the walls.
We stay locked together, both of us panting and spent. The hot tub jets continue to bubble around us, the water lapping at our skin.
A knock at the door shatters the moment.
"Pakhan." Luca's voice comes from the other side, urgent and tense. "We have a problem with the guest."