Page 22 of Corrupt Desires

Straightening my spine, I collect myself, swallow the food I had in my mouth, and slowly grab my glass of water to wash it down. I take my time, knowing that James is like a coiled snake, ready to strike should I show any signs of weakness. Ever so slowly, I turn to fully face him and paste a smirk on my face.

“James, my pussy is as sweet as ice cream. If you want dessert, you only have to ask.”

“If that’s the case, why don’t we make it a banana split?”

“Only if you’re going to top it off with chocolate syrup and whip cream,” I reply back to him as I reach for my glass of water again.Is it hot in here or is it just me?

“Love, you can have any toppings you want, so long as that pussy ismine.” His words end on a growl, and I’d be damned if that wasn’t the hottest damn thing in the world.

“So possessive, James.”

“You’re mine. Do you hear me, Em?Mine.” He places a hand on my bare thigh as he claims me. Chills race down my spine, and my lips part as I let a tiny gasp escape.

His possessiveness soaks my panties, and his touch sears my body. Food long forgotten, I can only look into his eyes as I try to find any lie in his words.

My heart soars when I find nothing but truth shining back at me.

Sixteen

James

The gasp that escapes from her plump lips is almost my undoing. I so badly want to capture it with my own lips, but I hold back. Emilia has only eaten half of her food, and I know she needs the sustenance after the events of the night unfolded like they did. The very thought has my fists clenching, fury lighting a fire within my soul at the need for vengeance as I remember her bruises.

I slowly look away from Emilia, deliberately breaking the tension between the two of us.

“Eat, Emilia, so we can go to bed. You’ve had a long day and an even longer night.”

“What if I don’t want my night to end?”

With her quiet words, I look back at her. She gazes at me innocently, none of her previous bravado to be seen.

“What if I want you to be the last good thing I have tonight, James? I know I come off as the strong, independent woman, but I’m scared shitless. What if I want you to make me forget? Forget all the bad and only remember the good.”

“Em…” My cock strains against my slacks. The spicy, headstrong side of Emilia turns me on, but when she gets vulnerable I want to bite into her tender flesh with my teeth and mark her as mine. I want to own her in every way known to man, tie her up in my bed, and fuck her ‘til she’s screaming my name to the heavens.

I turn fully to Emilia, with the intention of letting her down, but she stops me with a shush.

“James… please.”

My resolve frays apart at her simple plea. Leaning over to her, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and cup her cheek in my hand.

“Why do you do this to me, love?” I brush a thumb over her cheekbone, relishing in the feel of her skin under my fingers. Her pupils dilate as she looks up at me through her lashes.

The fire returns in her eyes. “Just make me forget about tonight, James. We can deal with tomorrow when it gets here. But now, tonight, it’s just us, and I need you.”

I turn savage when she says she needs me. It’s music to my fucking ears. Moving my hand to grasp the back of her head, I lean in and claim her lips with mine, my hand entangling in her hair. Emilia lets out a breathy moan, and I capture it with my mouth, my tongue dancing with hers, exploring and owning what is mine.

Grabbing her around the waist and never breaking the kiss, I pull her onto my lap, her legs straddling me in the chair. Her hands wrap around the back of my head, tugging on my short strands just enough to cause a trickle of pain that has my cock begging to be freed.

“Tell me again, Emilia…” I get out between kisses. I make my way down her delicious neck, stopping once I find the spot just below her ear that has her squirming in my lap, creating friction in all the right places.

“Tell you what, James?” she asks breathlessly, her hands roaming my chest, clawing at the bottom of my shirt, and tugging the ends free of my slacks.

“How much you fucking need me, love.” I place a small bite to her neck that has her arching her back and letting out more of those tantalizing moans.

She makes quick work of my shirt buttons and immediately pushes my shirt off my shoulders, eager for me to fully remove it. Shedding my shirt, Emilia takes advantage and starts to rub her hands along my chest and stomach, slowing her perusal once she gets to the waistband of my slacks.

“I don’t think so. You haven’t earned this cock just yet.”

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