Page 64 of Corrupt Desires

She slowly lifts her shirt over her head and then shimmies out of her black shorts. She’s left in a black bra and a matching black lace thong.

She immediately drops to her knees, looking up at me through her lashes. “Please, just a taste?”

Taking my hand and tangling it in her hair, I hold her in place while I free my cock from its confines. Grabbing it with my other hand, I guide her head to the tip, but stop short, teasing her from taking me into her mouth. “You’re going to take more than just a taste, Em,” I say, allowing my fist to bump her chin as I slowly stroke myself. The sight of her on her knees before me as I completely control her has my resolve weakening.

“Open up your mouth, Em, and take all of me.”

She turns her gaze to my cock, reaching a hand up, grabbing me at the base, and lifting off her knees to take me into her hot mouth. The first pass of her tongue over my tip has me jerking my hips, desperate for more of that wicked tongue. She sucks and licks a scorching path along my length, hollowing out her cheeks and moaning around my cock. I grab a fistful of her hair, setting the pace as my cock hits the back of her throat. Using her free hand, she cups and massages my balls, a multitasking queen at her finest.

Before I can explode down her throat, I pull her back and pop out of her mouth, my breath coming in short gasps. “Fuck, Em, you are fucking talented with that mouth, you know that?”

She looks at me expectantly, waiting for my next command.

“Em,” I say, pulling on her hair gently to get her off the ground. I undo her bra clasp and appreciate her beautiful breasts as her bra falls to the floor. “I want you bent over that table in the next ten seconds, or else.”

“Or else what?” she asks as she sashays over to the table, looking over her shoulder, but not bending over like I told her to.

That brat.

Walking over to her, I push her with a hand between her shoulder blades until her top half is bent over the table, her nipples brushing against the cool surface. I deliver a quick, sharp slap to her ass that causes her to jump in surprise. I rub a hand at the growing red mark as she squirms in my grasp.

“Or else I’ll have to punish you.”

“Well, maybe I want to be punished…” she trails off with a sultry look over her shoulder.

I grab my cock, lining up with her slick heat before thrusting in, sinking into her fully. “So fucking wet, love. I hate to disappoint, but we don’t have time for extensive punishments today. So you’re going to take this cock into your tight pussy, and you’re going to cum so hard you’ll be seeing stars. Do. You. Understand?” I ask with each thrust of my hips.

I reach up then and grab the back of her neck, pulling her until her back is deliciously arched and her breasts are off the table. Using my free hand, I reach around and play with her hard nipple, pinching and teasing it lightly. She moans out and I can tell she’s close. Moving my hand down her chest, over her stomach, and between the apex of her thighs, I plunge a finger between her folds, circling her clit and making her tense with the sensation. She jerks back onto me as I find the perfect rhythm that has her moaning out my name.

Knowing how close she is, I let go of her neck, trailing my hand down her back and delivering another swift slap to her other cheek.

“James, oh god. Please, I’m so close, don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love,” I reply, moving my hand between her ass cheeks and circling her tight hole with my thumb. As I apply pressure, I pick up the pace of my thrusts and my finger on her clit. Her pussy clenches around me, and I feel when she cums, her walls tightening around my cock, pulling me to the edge of my own orgasm. Another thrust and I erupt with her, groaning out her name as my thrusts stutter, and Emilia reaches back, squeezing my ass cheek and pulling me in for one last thrust that makes me weak in the knees.

“Hell, Emilia. You’re a fucking goddess,” I praise her as I rub circles down her back, easing her into relaxation.

She turns her head to the side on the table, eyeing me up from where I stand before her, my cock softening in her warm heat. “I could never get enough of you, James. Not now, not in ten years.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Mrs. Stonewell.”

As we clean up and get dressed again, I can’t help thinking that finally, we can just enjoy each other and live our lives together. Emilia has been going to therapy these past two months, and I’m so proud of the steps she’s taken in her healing journey, both physically and mentally. From what Emilia shared with me, she was so dead set on just surviving her time at the hands of Anthony Romani that she had to dig back through those memories in her sessions in order to move forward. She’s so damn strong and I’m in awe of her. If I could go back and kill them all over again, I’d relish the chance. They deserved ten times worse than what they actually got.

In two hours time, we’ll be boarding our flight and leaving all our worries behind for a minimum of two weeks.

Before we leave the driveway, Emilia leans over the center console and turns my face toward her gently. “I love you, James. Thank you for all you do for me. Thank you for rescuing me. Thank you for helping me through everything. I couldn’t do any of this without you by my side.”

This woman before me has gone from hating me with her entire being, to now saying she loves me and thanking me for just doing what I love for the woman I love. I knew the moment I saw her in Bonetti’s Diner that she was it for me, the only one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. It may have taken her seven years to come to the same conclusion, but hell, it was all worth it in the end.

“And I love you, Emilia. Until our dying breaths, you have me.Allof me.”

Epilogue

Kayden

8 months later

Icrack my knuckles as I sit at my desk, having just finished taking down yet another trafficking ring two hours ago. This time we rescued three women, all in various states of abuse.

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