Page 12 of Inescapable Ties
I hated this man, but I couldn’t deny he was hot. His muscles were something that should be carved into a stone statue, deeply etched and placed perfectly next to each other. Tattoos covered his body, and even though I didn’t have time to examine each one up close, I could tell each had been perfectly curated to work with the others.
My eyes couldn’t help but wander south. He was still wearing underwear, but it was covering an extremely large bulge.
I wasn’t ready for this. My head started spinning and I could feel warm liquid dripping from my nose down my lower face.
“Here,” he said, bending down to grab his pocket square. “Use this.”
I pressed it against my nose, trying to stop the blood that continued to pour out. This was unbelievable. I saw a hot dude and got a nosebleed, like something out of a cartoon.
Emilio sighed. “Put your pajamas on.”
“I thought I had to have sex with you?”
“You clearly don’t want to, and I’m not going to force you,” he gave me a devious smile. “And I want you begging for me our first time.”
This arrogant asshole. I planned on quickly destroying his inflated ego and to make him understand he was not the god he believed himself to be.
“Dream on!” I responded.
“I don’t need to dream when I know it’s the truth, Jaws.”
I’d accomplish that as soon as possible.
Chapter seven
Emilio
“It’sthedayafteryour wedding,” Ettore said. “Shouldn’t you, just maybe, be with your wife?”
We were in the van and had just parked in the back of our main warehouse. I stepped out of it and slammed the door behind me.
“We aren’t each other’s biggest fans.”
To say our wedding night had gone horribly was an understatement.
I was already hesitant about having sex with Luciana. Not that I didn’t want to - she was fucking beautiful - but when I learned she was a virgin, I immediately knew she wasn’t ready. The reaction she had on our wedding night finalized my decision.
But it was fucking hard to tear myself away from her. Every inch of her perfect body, clad in that lacy lingerie, was a temptation unlike any I had ever encountered. The way the fabric hugged her curves and accentuated every line of her body was maddeningly alluring. It felt like my eyes were drawn magnetically to her, unable to resist the pull of desire. To leave her side was to deny myself a feast for the senses, a sight that would be etched in my memory forever.
But I meant what I said. When we have sex, she was going to be begging for it. And she would look fucking good screaming, split open with my cock.
“No one in an arranged marriage likes each other at first. You have to work at it.”
“Didn’t we just have a discussion how I’ll take relationship advice from you when you’re in one?”
Ettore and I stood outside the van’s backdoors, ready to retrieve the contents in the back.
“Anyway, talking about it is a waste of time. Can we please get back to business?” I said.
I yanked open the car door. A Mexican man, his hands bound behind his back and a rag stuffed into his mouth, glared up at me with wild, desperate eyes.
Ettore and our crew had received intel about the attack after they left the wedding. I was frustrated that they hadn’t told me immediately, but they thought I was busy having sex with my new bride.
In reality, I was flipping through the TV channels the hotel offered while Luciana slept next to me.
I grasped onto the man’s hands, tightly bound and struggling against my grip. Ettore followed suit, taking hold of his feet, which were also bound securely. Together, we dragged him through the darkened warehouse, past a few scattered grunts who barely gave it a second glance. These sorts of situations were normal around here.
We hauled our captive into a side room where Felix, Rocco, and Vincenzo waited for us.
