Page 6 of Sin of Innocence

Before I could even respond with the truth, he lightly slammed my back against the front door. His face was hovering above my own, and his eyes were blazing with fire. He looked ready to kill, and I knew I was first on his hit list. It didn’t matter if I told him I would never sleep with a creep like Liam, he wouldn’t believe me. He didn’t know the kind of woman I was. Emanuel saw me as the little rose, who was so open with her desires for him. It must’ve been easy to assume in his boyish mind that it was common for someone to come along and spread my legs. What he failed to realize was that it was far from the person I was. I contracted my thorns specifically for his use. There was no one in the world that I would ever do that for, except him. Only Emanuel could make me touch myself and scream for release in the hope that it was him doing the touching. It was only Emanuel who could make me want him even after all these years. Only Emanuel had the capabilities and the power to make me wet from just his smile. It wasonlyEmanuel.

“No,” I seethed.

“Oh, really? That’s not what I just saw two minutes ago. Women mean absolutely nothing to that boy other than a dollar sign and sex. So, if you think that fucking him will grant you anything, you’re wrong,” he growled.

The sneer on his face was enough to make me want to slap him.How dare he say something like that to me?

“You think you know me? You don’t. You just need to get the hell out of my house!” I yelled, bringing my face just an inch away from his. I wasn’t going to allow him to walk into my home and bombard me with such groundless accusations.

His eyes flickered down to my lips as his chest began sharply rising and falling to accompany his ragged breaths. I could feel the pulsating in my chest ripple throughout my entire body as I gazed into his eyes. Only then did the realization of how little space stood between us came clawing at my insides.

Emanuel hungrily pulled me in and pressed his lips to mine. The softness of his plump lips was enough to make me never want to stop. My arms wrapped themselves around his neck to pull him closer as his hand crawled down my back to rest right on my bottom. It was my knees who traitorously grew weak while the strength of his hold on me tightened. Emanuel pulled me against his erection as his grip clamped down on my ass. My core was already throbbing in need when he lifted me, leaving me to wrap my legs around his waist. He had no clue how badly I dreamed of the moment to be kissing his lips with his arms all over my body.

My soft moan echoed through the room as he ground my hips against his hardening member.

He finally let go of my neck to join his other hand at my waist, where he began to slide my skirt up, bunching it up at my waist. When my panties were ready for view, he broke the kiss to gaze down at the lace of my purple thong.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

I rolled my hips against him, tossing my head back at the feel of it. I just knew I was soaked down there, and he could see it. It was perfect, though, I needed him to see just how badly I needed him inside of me. Two years were too long, and I spent them starving. The meal I had been wanting was right in front of me, offering every piece of himself. It would be a lie to say that I at least didn’t want a bite.

Emanuel pulled me away from the door and walked me over to the couch. I was expecting him to lay me down, and maybe enter my hungry body, but he didn’t. He pushed my legs from around his waist and he flipped me over.

He wasted no time in telling me to grasp the edge of the couch as my feet stayed rooted to the floor. Sliding my skirt down my legs, he took its place with his hand pressed against my bottom. I turned my head just to see what he was doing, but a loud squeal escaped me when he cocked his hand back only to make harsh contact with my skin.

I couldn’t understand why pleasure was coursed through the pain. I didn’t know if I should be turned on or hurt, but I knew the sensations were driving me mad.

“How long have you been fucking Liam?” Emanuel asked.

My lips parted in shock. For a moment, I forgot all about the accusations he laid upon me.

“I’m not having sex with Liam, Emanuel!” I exclaimed only for his hand to pummel down onto my skin even harder. It was almost certain that he was going to leave behind a bruise.

“Don’t lie to me,” Emanuel raged on. “He doesn’t deserve your lips, your body,you. You are mine, Christina. You’ve been mine for two fucking years, do you understand me?”

I tried to pull myself up, but his hand was stopping me.

“Two years, and all of a sudden, you stake your claim on me? No, it doesn’t work like that. If I have sex with Liam, even though I wouldnever, it shouldn’t matter because I am a single woman who can do whatever the hell I want to do,” I let out.

When I could feel motion coming from behind me, I instinctively flinched. I expected Emanuel to deliver another smack to my bottom, but he didn’t. Instead, he rubbed the skin he had been hitting soothingly. I was sure my ass was ruby red and his hand matched based on the stings and tingles I gained from his touch.

“I’m sorry. I have been going insane for two years because all I could think about was waiting until you were more mature. Nineteen was far too young for the stress and baggage that came with being with a man like me. You had dreams and I didn’t want to get in the way of that. It was hell waiting, and I’m tired of it. I want you, Christina. I’m not saying now, but if you would let me, I wouldn’t mind being by your side for forever one day,” he vowed.

His grip on me loosened, so I didn’t waste any time in getting up. When I turned around to gaze at him, I searched his face for any truth. In looking for something to disprove his words with, like a smirk or a smile, I found nothing. He was serious because he meant every word, and my heart danced because of it.

“You want…me?” I whispered out.

He pressed his lips against my cheek before delivering a trail of pecks down my neck. “I do.”

My eyelids fluttered shut as Emanuel’s trail of kisses went from a peck to something stronger. He was sucking my skin, biting, and licking. I bit down on my lip while my breathing grew heavier.

“Ineedyou. Only you,” he declared.

I always imagined hearing those words, but never in my lifetime did I ever think I would get the chance to hear them. Emanuel Mariano was too beautiful, too smart, and too wealthy to ever want a girl like me, yet there he was. He had declared his intentions, and it was the most beautiful thing.

I grabbed a hold of his hand with a smirk. He broke away from the manipulations he was applying to my skin with an arch to his brow. When he noticed I was taking him to my bedroom, his reluctance quickly vanished.

Neither of us cared that we almost slammed the door off its hinges as we embraced one another for a greedy kiss. The desire had been blooming deep within me for two years, and it was finally beginning to explode. I welcomed every part of the explosion, praying that it would burn me sinfully.

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