Page 56 of Veil of Vengeance

He comes with a guttural groan, his hips pumping upwards a few times before he’s spent. His hand and cock are covered in cum, and it slides down his cock, pooling on his hand. Emiliano grabs a couple of tissues from the coffee table and cleans himself up without getting up, and I stand still, seemingly frozen.

He doesn’t look my way as he continues to clean up. Shaking myself out of my haze, I step into the living room carefully, and he turns to me. He watches me through a hooded gaze, his teeth sinking into his lip. ?

“I’d fuck you so hard if I thought that you are ready. Fuck, are you wet, baby?” he asks, and I can feel my core pull taunt with desire.

My heart stutters at the sight of him. His hair disheveled, shirtless, all his tattoos on display. I trace each one with my eyes, committing each one to my memory. My favorite is the two snakes on the sides of his abs with their forked tongues out. When I step closer, I notice the fangs have beads of venom covering them. I reach the edge of the couch in a couple of steps without taking my eyes off of him. When my eyes make their way down to his cock, they widen as I take in his once soft flaccid cock has become hard as rock again. My tongue darts out quickly as I wet my lips.

Emiliano growls, “Don’t fucking do that when you’re looking at my cock, or I’ll find that tongue a better job to do.” My hand reaches out involuntarily, but he grabs my wrist softly, stopping me. My eyes flicker to his face. ?“I didn’t say you could touch it.” He doesn’t let my hand go, instead tugging me on top of him. I land between his legs, my center on his warm cock and my face inches from his face.

His eyes twinkle with mischief and my heart stutters at the light smirk that touches his lips. My hands rest on his chest and his on my hips. As I study his face, minty breath fans across my lips.

I’m so close I can make out a faint scar on his eyelid, his blue eyes with small specks of green. His eyes fall closed as my finger traces the scar on his face.

“How did you get this?” I ask.

“When I was five, I was riding a bike down the streets in New Hampton. I didn’t see a rock on the ground,” he whispers back as he lifts a shoulder. “I toppled over and cut my eyelid on something.”

“Did you bleed?” I ask, and a ghost of a smile touches his lips once more.

“A lot. When Ma saw me, she thought I popped my eye out.”

That doesn’t surprise me. Mariana seems to be the kind of mom who would be overprotective of her kids.

His hands move up to my waist and he circles me with his arms, pulling my body flush against him. Emiliano is all hard muscles, his cock pressing against my center persistently. I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth, biting back a moan at the feeling of him.

“I told you not to leave your room,” he says, and I nod.

“I know, but then I heard…” I start, but then I stop, and he quirks an eyebrow as if he knows what I’m saying and wants me to finish. My face heats once again. “I heard you doing what you were doing,” I confess, and he gives me a teasing grin.

“And what is it that I was doing?” he asks, and I roll my lips between my teeth, debating how to respond.

“Masturbating,” I whisper. He makes a sound at the back of his throat, his light blue eyes darkening to a navy, threatening to swallow me. ??

“Give me your lips,” he mumbles. I inch toward him slowly, my body hyper aware of each breath he takes and each movement. I feel lightheaded when our lips are barely an inch away.

One of Emiliano’s arms leaves my waist, and he grabs the back of my head with his hand. He pulls on my nape till our lips finally touch. His kiss is lazy, unhurried, and all the same intoxicating.

He swallows the moan that leaves my lips when he nips the corner of my mouth. His tongue demands entry, and I part my mouth slightly. With a groan, his tongue strokes mine.

His hand slips into the joggers I’m wearing, and his fingers reach my slit, teasing. Groaning once he feels how wet I am, the hand at the back of my head trails down and joins the other.

His tongue swirls around mine as his fingers slowly part my pussy lips, and he slips one inside, slowly, almost at a tormenting speed. My fingers sink into his chest as I tug at his bottom lip with a frustrated growl, needing more.

He chuckles into my mouth before he thrusts his finger fully into me, causing me to jolt on his lap. My walls clench around his finger, and he breaks the kiss, keeping his mouth a breath away from mine.

“So wet. I thought you hated me?” His lips move over mine as he speaks each word like a taunt. A gasp escapes my lips as he curls his finger, and I feel my slickness coating my thighs.

“Fuck you,” I moan, and he chuckles darkly before adding a second finger and pumping them slowly, his other hand trailing seductively to my clit.

“On the contrary, I’m fucking you, ragazza mocciosa,” he says, and just when I can feel my orgasm on the brink, he slows his thrusting, slowly dislodging his fingers. A sob breaks from my chest, and he breathes an amused sigh.

“Aww, was my poor ragazza about to come?” he mocks. My stomach tightens at his dark tone and a curl of pleasure swirls around in my stomach. I try to push my hips back to slip his thick fingers back in. A loud smack echoes around the room, my ass stinging. My eyes widen at the realization that he just spanked me.

“You answer me when I ask you a question. Understood?” He raises an eyebrow. I swallow, nodding frantically. I know my mistake after he spanks me again.

“Yes,” I breathe. His hands smooth over the stinging area before they move back near my center.

“Do you want to come?” he muses, his light touch making me tremble.

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