“X? Like ecstasy?” I laugh, “We call it Molly these days, old man.”
“There are a few names for it, sweetheart. Is it your first time on it?”
I nod my head. My hands touched my thighs; the bare skin-to-skin felt nice. I tilt my head back and close my eyes. Emilio was right—everything was intensified. All my senses felt heightened, and it was exhilarating.
“What are you doing?” Emilio asked.
Rather than reply, I let out a moan.
“Bethany. What the fuck.”
Without realizing it, I had opened my legs and slid my hand in between my thighs to finger myself. I got lost in giving myself an orgasm. The sound of my fingers entering and exiting my soaked core was the only thing you could hear within the car aside from my moaning. Opening my eyes, I look at Emilio. It wasn’t until he turned his head and we made eye contact that I saw he was affected. This only made me keep going.
He reached out his hand and grabbed my wrist to remove my hand from touching myself, but he was too late. I came, letting out a light scream. My body relaxed as I sunk further into the seat. I smirk from the satisfaction. But what was even more satisfying was seeing a look in his eyes. Me, Bethany DeCarlo, had Emilio out of character. He was in control of himself but gave a different type of energy. His grip on the steering wheel made his knuckles turn white. The hand on my wrist was giving off heat. I wanted more. Squeezing my legs shut in an attempt to keep his hand in place, I lean forward and place my hand on his bare chest, making my way down to his crotch, but his hand broke free.
Grabbing my wrist, Emilio sounded irritated, “I don’t know what the fuck you are pulling here, Bethany, but cut the shit.”
“Why?” I teased. “I don’t turn you on?”
We pull into the driveway of Luca’s home, and Emilio slams on the brake once we pass the gate. Still needing to go up the driveway, Emilio parked the car and got out. I watch him walk to the passenger side and open the door. Emilio pulled me out of the car, and I stood leaning against it as Emilio came face to face with me.
“This is the drug talking. You need to get your shit together before you go inside. You hear me?”
I wrap my arm around his neck while my other hand rests on his oblique. “Am I not your type?”
“Sweetheart, I’m all for a blonde with big tits, but you’re messing with the wrong guy.”
Boldy, I wrap my leg around him, pushing the limit. “Scared you’ll get in trouble?”
After removing my leg from his hip, Emilio points his thumb behind him. “That camera behind me is pointing right at us. Your brother will see it once security flags something as an issue.”
As I looked over his shoulder, on the fence, there was a camera pointed directly at us. Even though it was dark out, I was sure it had night vision. This place was scattered with security.
“The fearless Emilio is scared.”
“I’m not the one who would be scared.” Taking my hand, he places it in his pants over his boxers. He was rock hard. “I’ll fuck you right here.”
In shock by his bold move, I stood speechless for a moment. “You’re bluffing.”
Emilio closed the gap between us, taking me by surprise as I placed both hands up against his bare chest. He slowly began pulling up the hem of my dress, which was already short, so there wasn’t much there. Pressing his erection into me, I felt my heart beating out of my chest. His face was getting closer to mine, and as our lips were about to touch, a bright light was cast upon us.
The light was blinding, and that’s when I realized we would be seen on camera, and the fear of my brother finding out all came crashing down on me. Instantly, I push Emilio away. He looked at me as I adjusted my dress.
“That’s what I thought.”
Chapter 6
What just happened? The fear and shock sobered me up. Emilio had made me get back into the car to bring me to the front door. It was the longest few seconds of my life, and the silence was deadly. I could hear my heart pumping blood through my veins. I couldn’t even look him in the face, and without a goodbye, I jumped out of the car, quickly reaching the front door. Shaking as I tried to get the key in, I didn’t even check if Luca’s car was parked outside. Too scared to look behind me, Emilio was still there. I could hear the engine of his car running. Once securely inside, I hear him speed off. The house was quiet, and the foyer light guided me to the staircase, where I removed my heels so I wouldn’t wake anyone up.
“Ms. DeCarlo.”
I jump, startled by the voice. Looking over my shoulder, I see it’s the butler—I could never remember his name. “Jesus. You scared me.”
“Apologies, Ms. DeCarlo. Would you like me to get you anything before you head upstairs?”
“No,” I replied then continued up the stairs.
I quickly entered my room and tossed my shoes onto the floor. The sheer fright of what occurred had me on edge. My body was tingling on the line between feeling panic and being embarrassed. Entering the master bathroom attached to the room, I turn on the shower and remove my makeup and dress. Steam from the water fills the bathroom; the mirror begins to fog. Staring at myself, I barely recognize the emerald eyes lookingback at me. Throughout the years, I slowly lost myself. Sex parties, drugs, throwing myself onto guys? That wasn’t me.
