It seemed to be a natural reaction for him as he lifted his hand and pushed against my chest without much effort, causing me to fall back onto the sofa. “I’d tell you to go fuck yourself, but you’d probably put a show on for everyone while doing it.”
Squinting my eyes in anger, I returned to my feet, although there wasn’t much room since Emilio stood close to the sofa. “You wouldn’t be able to stop me.”
“Why are you testing my patience, Bethany?” he growled.
“I just wanted to speak to Luca.”
“And what will that do for you, sweetheart? You think you can change his mind?”
“I can put up a good argument.”
Emilio laughed in amusement. “I thought you understood your place. Your life is fated to be whatever Luca wants it to be.”
Fated. No, that wasn’t the deal. Luca promised to take care of me; I didn’t expect him to use me as a bargaining tool. I felt like an idiot. My vision was becoming blurry. Not wanting to cry, I did my best not to blink. Trying to walk around him, Emilio blocked me with his arm and placed me in front of him again. I tried to push him, but he didn’t move. Again, I try to walk around him, and he blocks me, but this time, he spins me around and pulls me to him.
With my back pressed against him, he whispers, “I can’t change the situation, but I can make you forget it for the time being.”
Chapter 11
Standing behind me, he wrapped one arm around the front of my torso, grabbing both wrists and holding them against my stomach. With his other hand on my chin, his thumb skimming my lips, then pulling down my lower lip. My breathing deepened as I let him drag his finger down my chin, skimming slowly down my neck until it reached the base where his entire palm rested.
The palm of his hand gripped the base of my neck. My insides were melting as I looked into his eyes and sensed all the danger behind them. His hand slid down my chest, and he pulled down my tube top, tracing my bra with his finger to the back hook. With one snap, the bra was undone and fell to the floor. It was quick, and my body reacted immediately.
With my breasts completely exposed, I kept my eyes on the wall in front of me that had a mirror to display what was happening in front of my eyes. I watch his free hand unbutton my pants, then unzip me, making his way under my panties. I deeply inhale when he places his hand over my lace underwear and pushed the fabric to the side to slide two of his thick fingers over my clit. I inhale sharply at how sensitive the area was to his touch.
“I want you to watch.” His grip around my wrists was tight. “Understood?”
The words were caught in my throat, and I could not reply as he slid his fingers back and forth over the delicate area.
“Bethany, do you understand.” He wasn’t asking. He was commanding.
“Yes,” I muttered.
The hand holding my wrists loosened, and he took them to my breasts. “I want you to get them as hard as you can.”
I do as he pleases as we both watch through the mirror. He eyed me, touching my breasts and flicking my nipples until they were hard. His fingers rubbing on my clit were now wet, moving them further down he slid his fingers inside me. Emilio eyes lit up at the sound of a moan escaping my mouth.
“Harder,” he demanded.
The harder I twisted my nipples, the faster his fingers slid in and out of me.
“Pull,” he stated.
As I pulled on my nipples, he entered another finger inside me and shoved all three as far in as they could go, pulsing them quickly, no longer sliding them out. The build-up of an orgasm was growing rapidly. His thumb made its way to my clit, and the pressure tipped me over the edge. I let out a cry as my legs went numb. Emilio held me up, pressing his body against mine. His fingers were drenched with my cum and I watch him them into his mouth and pull them out leaving them now clean.
He grabbed my hair, pulling it as he spun me around to face him. I made sure my hardened nipples touched his chest through his shirt. With his free hand, he began to unbuckle his belt; I could see the excitement in his eyes as they darkened—the buckle clanking as he undid it made me breathe heavier. My chest lifted as I inhaled; I could feel my nipples dig further into his chest, and, in return, his grip on my hair tightened.
“MMM,” the light moan escaped my lips.
Attempting to help him pull down his pants, Emilio swatted my hands away, so instead, I fell in front of him onto my knees, getting myselfready. Watching him pull out his cock, it was just as intimidating as he was. With a wide girth, it looked like the veins were about to burst through the skin.
“Look at me,” he demanded tightening the grip on my hair.
I did as I was told. He pushed his dick completely into my mouth while holding my head so that I couldn’t pull away. It was a natural reaction to pull back as I began to choke, but this only made him go deeper down into my throat. My eyes widened and began to tear. I should be terrified that I’d die from suffocation, but in this moment, this was all I wanted. My mouth filled with saliva, and I could feel it sliding down my face. He was enjoying this as his thick cock took up my entire mouth. Keeping my eyes on Emilio, I could feel his hand brushing my cheek as though it would calm me down.
The realization on his face that he was being too aggressive had made him begin to withdraw from my mouth. I didn’t know how much I needed this, and there was no need to pull back. My hands went to his thighs, and I pulled him back toward me, ramming his dick back down my throat. For the first time, it felt like I had total control, and it wouldn’t slip through my fingers now.
“Jesus, Bethany!” he growled at my unexpected move.
