Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Choking on my fingers, so pretty, wife,” I compliment, and muffled words vibrate on my fingers, but they’re unintelligible. “Enjoy the pleasure. Cry for me more. Show me how thankful you are for this life.”
As she nods, her eyes keep watering. My hand leaves her hip, and I keep her impaled on my cock. Sliding my hand from her stomach to her clit, I circle it with the pad of my finger, and she moans over and over. When I see her orgasm building again, I eagerly wait for the finale.
“You ready?”
“Yes,” she says around my fingers, and I remove them but quickly grab her throat and resume fucking up into her hard. Right as I start coming, I squeeze my hand around her neck and come down hard on her clit with a harsh slap.
“Fuck!” she screams, and her juices squirt from her pussy as she comes, splashing my abs. She fucking marked me with all her appreciation.
“Good girl.” I coat her ass with my cum, emptying into her, and our eyes lock for a long moment. The tears are still falling from her, and that feeling I avoided earlier starts coming back.
Push it back, I inwardly scold.
Lust isn’t love.
I don’t blame myself for being unable to tell the difference when we’re in the throes of passion, because I have never had sex as good as I have with Emelia.
Our bodies are coated in sweat, and I lift my hand and move my hair from my forehead, her eyes locked on her initial on my arm.
“I still can’t believe you carved it into your arm.”
I glance to where she’s looking and shrug.“What’s mine is mine.” I pull out of her once I’ve softened and fall over next to her. Emelia moves the pillow from under her and curls up next to me. She faces me, and once she’s all settled, I can feel her watching me as I stare up at the ceiling.
“What?” I finally ask, catching up my breath .
“What’s the history between your father and mine?”
I expected her to eventually ask me this, and I don’t have a reason not to tell her.
“Your father is a coward.” I want to approach this delicately. Telling her everything right away isn't the route I want to take. We have only just begun what will be the demise of her family. Baby steps are needed to ensure it doesn't get messy.
“Agreed,” she inserts and laughs.
I give a slight chuckle but continue on. “Anyway, our fathers were both raised by some of the strongest men in the mafia, and the rivalry between New York and Seattle started there. It just kept passing down through the generations, and my father and yours were no exception.” I pause, swallowing thickly.
I don’t like to talk about my parents. They’re the only people I’ve kept sacred.
“They crossed paths, and one day it ultimately led to a bloodbath.” Emelia and I weren’t touching, but as I keep talking, she slowly moves closer until she has her head on my chest.
I sit up fast. “Anyway, before we could find out all the things your father wanted to do or had plans to do, my father died.”
Standing, I move toward the bathroom. I don’t have to look back to know she must be staring at me with confusion. I’m not ready to tell her that her father killed mine. That can wait. Besides, my cock is freshly satiated, and I don’t want the high to be suffocated by the loss of my parents.
“Nico?”
I stop in the doorway and turn my head slightly. “Emelia, you knew your father was a bad man, and we don’t need to spin around in circles to talk about it. He fucked with my blood, so I took some of his,” I refer to her, and she doesn’t respond. I leave her and head to the shower.
I never planned on telling Emelia everything. I was just going to give her the basics and then execute the majority of my plan on my own. But now she can help me.
My parents’ story isn’t her business. She knows the general outline, and that’s all she will ever need. Besides, the look in her eyes when we shared that orgasm felt too deep, and I can't have her or me getting confused on what this is.
Distance. I have to create distance.
Which lasts a mere hour.
I showered and left the room so Emelia could take her turn, then headed to my office to get some work done. I’m balls-fucking-deep in paperwork for the club, when there’s a knock on my door.
“Sir, I think you need to see this.” Giulio steps inside with a folder in his hand, and I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“What fucking now?” I yank the folder from his hands and plop it down on my desk. That's when I open what I wish I’d never seen.