Page 63 of Corrupt Desires

“Where are all the women?” I ask Kayden, looking around but only seeing his men.

“Somewhere safe and far away from here,” he answers, not looking away from the burning house. He stands with his arms crossed, a steely look in his gaze. “The women will be well taken care of. I’ll see to it they get the treatment they need, get new identities, and can start fresh somewhere. Anywhere they desire.”

“And how do we prevent the authorities from digging around into this fire?”

“Franklin’s on it. They’ve been led to believe it’s a training exercise for Special Forces. And if for some reason someone gets suspicious, I’ll use my connections in my old branch to make it go away. It’s covered, Em. No worries.”

I nod my head, completely trusting his word. Kayden can be dark and brooding, but he’s at least a man of his word, that much I know. He’s a fierce protector, and I have no doubts the women, and us, are in safe hands.

Turning to James, I lean into his side. “Ready to get out of here?”

James has a haunted look in his eyes as he gazes down at me, but it vanishes as quickly as it appeared. “Anything for you, love.”

As we turn to leave, the fire warming our backs, I can’t help but to feel some sort of hope that we can finally start building our lives together properly.

Thirty-Nine

James

Two months later

Walking through the kitchen with my mug of tea, I stop in the doorway to the dining room, eyeing up the table and reliving the memory of all the planning that happened at it to bring Emilia home to me.

Days after bringing Emilia home, Kayden filled us in that all the women had been medically treated and were getting the help they needed. Reassured that all was well, we started reaching out to the Loretti family, who were more than eager to take out the rest of the Romanis so that a new alliance could be formed with the Bonettis. In exchange for taking over the Romani dynasty, they were paid out handsomely to ensure they could start to build their own empire. A new peace treaty was created, and so far everything seems to be working out for the better.

Emilia took over the numerous businesses that her parents owned, and Matteo is the main go to person for the illegal side of things. I still have my place, representing the Bonettis and their crew in the courtroom, in exchange for payment. Though, I don’t take many favors these days. How could I, when I have everything I could possibly want.

Arms wrap around my torso, I smile knowing Emilia has finally finished getting ready for our trip. I promised Emilia a proper honeymoon now that things have calmed down.

Franklin pulled some strings for both of our passports as Emilia’s only stipulation was somewhere warm, with a beach, and endless Mai Tais. I chose an all inclusive, adult only resort in Riviera Maya with a beautiful beach and numerous pools.

“Hello, love. Are you all packed and ready to head out?” I ask, turning and bringing her arms around my neck.

“I’m packed, sure. Not sure if I’m ready to head out though. You look delectable in those shorts, Mr. Stonewell. They really accentuate the ass that you have.”

“Mrs. Stonewell, are you ogling my assets,” I ask playfully, leaning down and nipping her neck.

“Fuuuck, James,” she moans, “do that again.”

More than happy to oblige, I nip her neck gently, using my tongue to soothe the pain. Pulling away from her, I wrap my hand around her neck, applying pressure to both sides. Emilia’s answering whimper is enough to make me rock hard, and I make it evident when I grind into her, letting her feel my hard length through my shorts.

“Such a naughty girl, aren’t you, Em,” I whisper in her ear, causing her to shiver in my arms. “Such a needy little slut.”

I relax my grip on her throat bringing her face close to mine.

“Tell me, love, how badly you want my cock right here, right now.”

“I want you, James. I need you, please.”

“Emilia, we better be quick so we don’t miss our flight,” I say, clenching my hand around her delicate throat again.

Emilia arches her back into me and pulls me down in an all-consuming kiss. Our tongues tangle together, her hands reaching for the hem of my T-shirt and eagerly pulling it up and over my head. Her hands rove my chest and slowly make their way over my abs, before stopping at the waistband of my shorts.

“Take off your shorts, James,” she commands, backing out of the kiss and looking at me expectantly with hooded eyes.

“Whatever you want, it’s yours,” I reply, undoing the button and zipper on my shorts and pulling them down to my feet. Stepping out of my shorts, I’m left in my briefs, my erection evident as Emilia eyes it up.

“Your turn, Emilia. Let me see you.”

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