Chapter Thirteen
Leo
“Alessandro is dead,” I announce to Gabriel. He stares at me from his private booth at his restaurant.
“Leo… what did you do?”
I slide into the seat opposite him. “I killed him.” Technically it was Emma but I don’t want Gabriel knowing that.
For some reason, I want that to be mine and Emma’s little secret.
“He attacked my house. Tried to take Emma from me. I saw an opportunity. So I killed him. You can’t blame a man for protecting his home and wife. ”
Gabriel runs a hand down his face, sighing heavily.
“Ok. Alessandro is dead. Maybe this will be a good thing. But word will spread. His men will know he went to your house and when he’s not found, they’ll know you’re the one responsible.
You’ll have more men coming for you, Leo.
As my friend, I don’t want you to get hurt. ”
“I’ll be fine. Alessandro was the problem.
I did try questioning him about his followers but he didn’t give me anything.
It was just easier to kill him. He needed to die.
He was causing problems. And we should spread the word ourselves.
If his followers know we’re the ones who killed both Giovanni and Alessandro, then that will make them back off. They’ll be frightened off us.”
“You’re right. We’ll get ahead of this. I just wished you had consulted me first before killing Alessandro. I am still your boss after all.”
“I know, boss. And I’m sorry. But I’m not sorry Alessandro is dead.”
“You don’t need Emma anymore.”
Gabriel’s words hit me right in the stomach. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you don’t need her anymore,” he says with a shrug. “You only took her to use against Alessandro and now he’s dead. You should give her back to her mother. We don’t need Valentina causing problems either.”
My hands clench into fists. “I am not giving Emma back to her mother. She abused Emma all her life. Kept her locked away.”
“Isn’t that you what you have done?” He takes a sip of his water. “You made Emma your prisoner. Now it’s time to let her go. I don’t want more problems on my hands. Give Emma back to her mother and be done with all of this.”
“She’s my wife.”
“And you only married her to hurt Alessandro. But he’s dead now. So you can let her go. Get a divorce. Move on.”
“What if I don’t want to move on?” I ask through gritted teeth.
Gabriel stares at me for a long moment. “Do you actually care for the girl?”
“No,” I say on instinct but I know deep down that it’s all a lie.
“Mmm. Well, I suggest you should give her back. If her mother starts causing problems, then you need to deal with her too. Let Emma go, Leo. It’s for the best.” He turns to his phone, effectively ending the conversation.
I return home to find Emma still asleep. It was a long night last night. Killing her father. Because I made her.
I know Emma is not the enemy any longer. She’s my wife. She belongs to me and I’m not just going to let her go.
She wakes up when I grab her legs and pull her to the edge of the bed. “Leo?” she gasps. A vision in her silky white nightgown.
“I need to taste you again,” I rasp out, pushing her dress up. No panties. Thank god. She gasps again when I spread her legs and plant my mouth straight to her pussy. Her warm honey smell makes me groan.
I lick all over her folds, tasting every part of her. Emma lets out a soft moan as she parts her legs wider. Her hips arch into my mouth. She likes this. She needs it as much as I do.
My tongue finds her entrance and I slip it inside. The moan that escapes her is even louder this time. Emma’s head frantically moves back and forth. I love seeing her lose control. Shedding her innocent exterior. Submitting to the darkness.
I need to claim her soon. Make her fully mine.
I pull my tongue out and place it back on her nub. I flick it over and over. Emma’s legs tremble. I know the pleasure she must be feeling and I love knowing I’m the one to give it to her.
“Oh,” she moans, her hips arching up. I grip her thighs tighter.
My eyes meet hers as I lick up her entire slit. Emma’s cheeks are flushed and her eyes are alight with lust. This is my doing because she is mine. No one else’s.
I don’t remove my gaze as I flick her clit. Her pants become more frantic. Her hips buck harder. Her mouth opens into a cute little O right before she finds her release. I see it the moment her body tenses before it relaxes.
She shudders as I kiss her inner thighs. My lips make my way up her body, finding her breasts. I pull her straps down so I can capture one of her nipples in my mouth.
“Leo,” she sighs, arching into me.
“You like this, baby?” I ask, licking over her nipple.
“Yes.” Her legs press together, signaling she’s turned on again.
“You need more?” I place my hand between her legs and rub her swollen, pretty pussy. Emma unabashedly bucks her hips into my hand. My eyes stay locked with hers as I lick her nipple and pleasure her pussy.
“Leo,” she whimpers. There’s lust in her eyes but there’s also fear. I know all of this is new for her and I’m the one who gets to bring her to the light.
I insert my finger into her. Her tight walls clamp down.
“Fuck,” I murmur, kissing all over her breasts. “You’re so tight. Imagine how tight you’re going to be around my cock.”
She gasps.
“Does that excite you?” I move my finger in and out of her slowly, letting her get adjusted. “Knowing I’m going to claim you one day. Would you let me?”
Subtly, she nods.
“Good girl.” My lips claim hers in a passionate kiss as I continue to fuck her with my finger. Emma moans and whimpers against me. Her hands find my chest, right above my heart. It feels nice having her touch me there.
“It hurts,” she whispers against my lips.
“Does it also feel good?”
“Yes,” she admits.
“Then get lost in this. Let yourself go. You are mine, Emma. I am not letting you go.”
I finger fuck her harder and she arches her back, bucking her hips into my hand. The look of fear and lust in her eyes makes me rock hard. Emma doesn’t need to fear me any longer. Now that Alessandro is dead, she’s no longer the enemy. She can just be mine.
“Say it,” I demand. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she breathes out.
I use my thumb to press down on her nub as I sink my finger deeper into her. That’s the moment she comes again. My cock is straining against my pants. Most women I would have fucked by now but with Emma I held back. I wasn’t sure if I could trust her. Not knowing what the truth was and what wasn’t.
But now I know. Emma was always innocent. And I’m the big bad mafia man who stole her.
I pull my hand away. Emma presses her legs together, hiding her pretty pussy from view. She’s breathing heavy. Spent from the two orgasms I just gave her.
“You made my cock hard.”
She gasps. “Your cock?” Hearing such a naughty word come from her innocent lips turns me on more.
“Yes. Do you want to see?”
After she nods, I stand up and pull my cock out. Her eyes widen when she takes it in.
“Have you ever seen a cock before? I know you were sheltered growing up.”
“No. Only in books.”
“Then take a good look.” I stroke myself and her eyes widen even more. “Do you want to touch me? Like I’ve touched you.”
Emma pushes herself onto her knees. The sight of her nightgown around her waist, her breasts free and her hair a wild mess, makes my cock grow even more. Tentatively, she wraps her hand around my cock. I groan.
“Does this feel ok?” she asks, stroking me up and down.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Yes, baby. It feels more than ok.”
A determined look enters Emma’s eyes as she strokes me harder. Her fingers brush against my balls and I almost come right then and there but I hold back. I want to make this moment last longer.
She bends down and kisses my tip.
I groan. “You want to taste me?”
“You’ve done it to me. It’s only fair.”
“Then put your lips on my cock, baby.” I hold still as she explores my cock. I don’t want to frighten her anymore. Only corrupt her.
It’s clear that Emma is inexperienced at this but I like that she’s not afraid to try. She has a curiosity for the world because she was denied it for so long.
Emma gets the hang of it fast though. Her lips focus on my tip, sucking and licking. I can’t stop myself from groaning.
“That’s it, baby. Suck my cock.”
Her cheeks flush but she doesn’t stop. The moment she truly sucks my cock like a lollipop is the moment I find my release. My cum enters her mouth.
Emma pulls back, startled.
“Swallow,” I order and she does as I instruct. I wipe away the rest of my cum on her mouth. “I meant to warn you. But you did good. Really good.”
“Yeah?”
“Does that make you happy to hear?”
“Yes. All of this has been so confusing. You. My father. My mother.” She fixes her nightgown and pulls away from me. I right my pants. “I killed my own father last night. I still don’t know how to feel about that.”
“He was the enemy, Emma. He was going to hurt you once he took you with him. You did the right thing.”
“And you? You’re never going to hurt me again?”
I cup her cheek. “I promise. I will never lock you in that cage again. You’re no longer my prisoner.”
“Does that mean I’m free to go? You said I had to remain here for my safety.”
“Where would you go? You don’t have any money.”
“I know.” She pulls away from me once more. “But you could pay me again. I could work as a maid.”
“You’re my wife now. No longer my maid.”
“Then I could get another job somewhere. You could help me.”
I frown. “And you’d… what? Live somewhere else?”
“Isn’t that for the best? I could find my own independence. My own freedom.”
“I promised I would never hurt you again. I am not letting you go, Emma. You’re my wife. You belong here.”
“And I’m glad I’m no longer your prisoner. But I’ve never had the chance to live, Leo. I want to experience it. I’d like the chance to live on my own.”
“Who would protect you then if more of my enemies show up?”
She hesitates, shrugging. “I don’t know. But can I truly stay with you after everything? I need to figure out what I feel.”