Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
VALENTINA
M y nails dig into my palms as I try to think clearly, but my thoughts remain a foggy mess. I debate whether to stop him or not. He’s the enemy, the man who took me from my family and disrupted my entire life. But it’s not like I had any choice in what I was going to have to do in that godforsaken house.
Fuck it, this is the only chance I have at any semblance of control over my life. With a jolt, I get up my steps, unsure Do I really want to risk everything just to have my first time under my own conditions? Yes, yes, I do. I bite my lip, taking hurried steps after Emiliano.
Once he’s an arm’s length away, I reach my hand out and tug on his shirt. He stiffens with his hand on the doorknob, but doesn’t turn around. ??
“I don’t think you know what you’re doing,” he rasps.
“I want this,” I whisper to his back. He’s quick. He turns around and grabs me by the throat, pinning me to the wall next to the door. His eyes are dark, assessing me. My throat flexes under his grip, and he squeezes tighter.
He brings his face next to my ear, whispering, “What is it that you want, exactly?”
“You’re really going to make me say it?” I run my tongue across my lips.
“You either say it, or I’m walking away,” he threatens.
I place my hand on his abdomen, and he tenses for half a second before pressing up against me.
“I want you,” I murmur.
“You want me to do what?” He runs his nose along the side of my face, making me shiver.
“I want you to…” My cheeks heat as I trail off, breaths stuttering. He releases a breathy chuckle against me.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asks, and I nod. Has his voice always been this husky? My hands shake as I try to understand what’s going on when he squeezes my throat again.
“It’s a yes or no question. I need you to use your words.”
A tingle travels down my spine and lands between my legs as his voice caresses my neck.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me. Please.”
“So fucking sweet and polite when you want something. Huh,” he teases, and I gasp when he tugs on my earlobe again. His hand on my throat drops, then both of his hands rest on my waist. ?
“I’m not fucking you, not today, but I will teach you something else,” he tells me, and I instantly feel the need to question him.
“Why not?” I ask, brow furrowed as I look up at him. His grip on my waist tightens.
“Because I want you desperate and needy when I fuck you.” He removes his hands before caging my wrists in his grip, placing them on the wall beside my head. His face slowly inches toward mine, his eyes on my lips.
They darken when my tongue peeks out to run across my bottom lip. Brushing his lips against mine, he finally kisses me. He bites my bottom lip before gliding his tongue over it. Darting my tongue out a little, I flick his.
A groan sounds deep in his throat as he swirls his tongue around mine. I press myself deeper into the wall, my knees buckling for a second at the sensation. When a whimper escapes me, Emiliano breaks off the kiss. He rests his forehead on mine, our breaths mingling as both our chests heave. ?
“Get on the bed.” He moves to the side to let me walk by, and I swallow, feeling uneasy with my back to him. As if he’d bounce on me any second, but he doesn’t. As I sit on the edge of the bed, Emiliano is watching me from where he’s standing. He juts his chin toward me.
“Take off your clothes,” he orders me. I’m not wearing anything under the joggers and hoodie. My fingers tremble as I reach for the bottom of the hoodie, adrenaline pumping through my body.
The hoodie lands with a whoosh on the ground, and Emiliano sucks in a breath as his eyes leave a hot trail down my body. My nipples pucker from the cold air, and I reach to cover my chest. Emiliano shakes his head before growling, “Take the rest off.”
We don’t break eye contact as I reach for the joggers, my hands shaking like leaves on a branch in the wind. The joggers join the hoodie on the floor.
He stays where he’s standing, his body almost too still. My heart pounds so hard against my ribs that I think he might hear it. Is he going to leave?
“I want you to lay on the bed and spread your thighs.”
My thighs involuntarily clench together, causing his eyes to follow the movement. I quickly follow his instructions before he decides otherwise.
A flicker of disappointment runs through me when he heads to the door. It dies as soon as it appears because he just flicks the lock. The cold air makes the goosebumps covering my skin even more prominent as it licks at the warmth of my body.
Once I rest my head on the pillow, I can’t see Emiliano from where he is standing, but then his steps thud on the wooden floors. Slow and steady. Confident and patient. He stops at the foot of the bed, hands in his pockets, watching me. His eyes drink me in, and my body warms under his stare. ?“So fucking beautiful. I wonder what I fucking did to deserve both torture and pleasure in one package,” he says, but before I can think of a reply, he continues. “I’m going to drag you to the edge of the bed. Is that okay with you?” His voice is dark, causing another shiver to run through me. I nod, unsure of what I should do.
“Yes,” I breathe when he quirks an eyebrow. His hands clasp my ankles, and they slowly pull me to the edge of the bed. I suck in another breath as the sheets drag along my sensitive flesh.
He gets on his knees, his hands trailing up my legs before he moves them to his shoulders. Emiliano’s face is so close to my pussy that when he blows a breath out, it reaches my wet folds.
I grip the sheets lightly, waiting. His eyes stay on my face as his tongue darts out, swirling around my clit before thrusting inside. A moan tears from my lips, and I clamp my hand over my mouth. He shakes his head.
“I want to hear you when my fucking face is between your thighs. Don’t try to hold back anything. Your moans are mine as much as every orgasm I’m taking from you,” he growls. I remove my hand off my mouth, and he begins to lap up the wetness dripping down.
Becoming more demanding, his tongue thrusts inside me more powerfully, a hot molten ball building up inside me, in the pit of my stomach as I clutch onto the sheets. Everything he’s doing feels so good, so different. My hands shake, palms becoming slick with sweat as he flicks my clit with his thumb. Another loud moan rings out, causing him to flick a couple more times. With a groan, Emiliano parts my pussy lips before lapping at entrance.
“So fucking wet and sweet,” he murmurs against my pussy before inserting one of his thick, long fingers inside me. It goes in easily because of how wet I am. The feeling is uncomfortable for a bit before he begins to massage my inner muscles.
“Oh God,” I breathe out. My moans turn into pleas when he thrusts deeper and inserts a second finger, curling them while his tongue circles my clit. My stomach tightens, and my back arches slightly, grinding lightly against his face. As his tongue swirls around my clit, the sensation only has me more sensitive. His fingers pump viciously inside me, curling between thrusts.
“That’s right, baby, I am your God, but I’m the one doing the worshiping,” he growls as he speeds up. Emiliano’s movements become savage, almost blinding, my vision blurring, and I find it hard to maintain eye contact as my core clenches.
“Be a good girl and come for me, ragazza mocciosa.”
At his coaxing, I throw my head back, eyes rolling as white-hot pleasure spears through me and I clench around his fingers. Running my hand through his hair, I tug at the roots and cry out.
Emiliano doesn’t stop lapping at my center, only slowing his pace as my walls ease pulsing around his fingers. When he eventually removes his fingers from inside me, they come out with a pop.
We stare at each other, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath, and he brings his fingers to his mouth before sucking my arousal off. “Divine,” he says as he winks. If I wasn’t already flushed, I would become as red as a tomato.
My skin is slick with my sweat, and I stare at him with droopy eyes. Throat constricting, something weighs down in my chest. I shake off the shame, not wanting to feel the way I do after my first orgasm. My entire body’s sore, and my limbs feel heavy as I try to get up.
“What about you?” I ask, pointing to his erection when I notice it as he stands back up.
“Not today. This is enough for now. Get some rest.” He takes one of the pillows off the bed and heads to a drawer in the corner of the bedroom.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
He doesn’t turn to look at me as he digs through the drawer.
“I’m sleeping in the living room,” he tells me. My eyebrows pull together in confusion.
“Why?” I probe. He pauses and looks back at me.
“So you can sleep in here.”
“I’m sure it’s fine after what just happened,” I point out. He narrows his eyes as his face closes off.
“I don’t sleep in the same room, let alone the same bed, with a woman.”
Ouch. Okay, I guess I’m just being lumped in with every other woman he’s had a sexual encounter with. If he notices that what he said hurt me, he doesn’t comment as he pulls a blanket from the drawer.
He places the pillow under his arm and the blanket over his shoulder as he heads to the door. But before he leaves, he pauses in front of it with his hand on the lock, as if debating whether to stay. Shaking his head, he unlocks the door and opens it.
The door closes with a click, and I’m left with the silence of the room. I run my hand through my hair, sighing.? How could I do that with him? What the fuck am I going to do when I go back home?
I’ve just risked not only my life but my mom’s and siblings’. I’m so fucking stupid. I get up with another sigh, needing another shower before bed. ?
After showering and drying off, I try to resist the urge of snooping, but it only lasts for a couple of minutes. I look through his bedside tables. I don’t find much in the first one, except for a very pretty dagger.
The handle is gold with carvings and words that read forever he continues his trail of kisses till he reaches my slit. He uses his fingers to part my pussy lips, his tongue peeking out and slowly running along my opening and then flicking my clit. The room fills with my moans.
“You have to be quiet. We don't want someone to come see why you’re being loud. If we were in my room, then that wouldn’t have been a problem, and God, am I a fucking glutton for your moans,” he murmurs against my skin. I whimper as he nips the inside of my thigh before going back to lapping at my wetness. He delves his tongue deeper into my slit and I have to cover my mouth with my palm to stop myself from moaning even louder than I was.
“Don’t stop- oh God, please don’t stop!” My chest heaves as my breathing picks up. Emiliano presses his thumb over my clit as he flicks his tongue. I feel myself drip over the couch, but I can’t focus enough to care.
“This pussy is mine. Your orgasms belong to me and only me. I don’t give a fuck about anything else,” he murmurs into my wet folds.
My fingers dig into his skull as I press myself against his mouth and feel his chuckle vibrate through me. I throw my head back as my back arches off the couch slightly, my vision blurring, and all I can hear is static.
“Fuck yes, that’s right, come on my tongue, ragazza. So wet and so delicious and only for me,” he growls, lapping up at my slit. I watch him, still on his knees in front of me with a satisfied smile, as if he’s the one who got the most pleasure out of my orgasm.
I give him a lazy smile as my breath slows, letting myself stay in this moment of euphoria for a little longer.