“You accidentally had some other man inside you while filming it?”
The reference took me back; I thought this was about taking his phone.
“Oh, that was on purpose.” I purposefully tilted my head with an evil grin.
Emilio clenched his jaw, but rather than come off scary, he was coming off sexy. His dirty blonde hair, perfectly styled, made me want to run my hands through it and mess it up.
“Didn’t I tell you no one else should see what I do?”
“I don’t think Hamilton got the memo.”
His hand grabs my neck unexpectedly, which makes me inhale sharply. My entire family was on the deck just a steps away.
“If you aren’t going to fill him in, I’ll do it for you.”
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I roll my eyes and call his bluff. “In front of everyone?”
He leaned his head so close to mine that my heart started rapidly beating out of my chest. His lips brush against my ear. My cheeks started burning, and my body shivered from fear and anticipation.
“No one will question it.” His breath against my skin had me melting.
“My brother will.”
Although I couldn’t see his face, I could feel the sadistic smile on his face. “Not if I show him the video.”
The sudden feeling of fear was rooted in the pit of my stomach. If Luca even saw that video, he’d have Hamilton hung by the balls off a tree.
“You wouldn’t.” I pushed him off, but his hand remained on my neck.
“I would, and you know it.”
“So you’re going to use this against me now? That’s pretty low for you.”
“That was your mistake, sweetheart.” Emilio loosened his grip around my neck. “You shouldn’t try to one-up someone who is always a step ahead.”
I felt his words, not just heard them. He was going to teach me a lesson, and I knew I wasn’t going to like it.
“Stand right here and watch,” he demanded.
Remaining where I was, Emilio opened the door to let someone into the room. What was he doing? Rachel, the woman he came with, enters but is unaware I am there. He positioned her so she wouldn’t be ableto tell I was standing in the corner. There were no words exchanged between them, just eye contact. I watch as she removes her shirt in one swift move—her breasts pop out, and instead of wearing a bra, she has on nipple clamps—one on each nipple with a chain that is connected to each end. The chain discreetly hid under her low-cut shirt perfectly. Emilio, in the meantime, had unbuckled and pulled down his pants.
He yanks on the chain to pull her closer to him. As he kissed and bit her neck, his eyes were on me. This wasn’t a lesson. This was payback, and I was getting a front-row seat. This was beyond insulting. The look in Emilio’s eyes told me to stay in my place, leaving me paralyzed as I stood there in shock.
Watching him lift her skirt over her hips, she seductively called his name, “Emilio.”
This prompted him to lift her, in which she wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. I could see his cock enter inside of her, and she whelped from the friction as they jumped right into it, although that didn’t stop them from continuing. Emilio lowered her onto him until he was fully inside of her. Tightly holding her thighs, he pumped in and out of her so aggressively that the chain from the nipple clamps jingled all out of tune. The sound of her cries of pleasure would have been heard throughout the boat if the fireworks weren’t being fired. Never for a second did he stop looking at me. I ruptured with jealousy.
“Ahh, Emilio!” she screamed when he tossed her onto the bed.
As he continued to thrust in and out of her, his hand went for the chain. He pulled, causing the clamps to stretch out the nipples. Rachel grabbed the sheets, her eyes rolling back as she basked in pleasure. The harder he pulled on the chain, the louder she yelled. Pulling out of her, he spills his semen all over her breasts right at the firework finale.
It wasn’t fair. Emilio was allowed to sleep around, but I couldn’t? All I did was send a video, which he could have deleted without having to watch the whole thing. I felt like a little girl who got scolded. Embarrassed and disgusted, I dashed out of the room and to the bathroom to throw some cold water onto my face. When I looked in the mirror, my eyeliner ran down my face. Heartbroken from a man that isn’t even mine was starting to drive me crazy. I felt my mind losing its sanity. Since when did anyone disrespect me like this and get away with it? I am Bethany DeCarlo. Maybe it’s time he knew what I was capable of. If this is how he wants to play—then so be it.
Mark my words.
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