Please…” I begged wanting him to do more. My body shook when he increased the pace.I dropped my back to the desk and arched my back.His mouth found my clit and I let out a deep moan. I could feel the pressure building up. “Greg,I'm so…so close.” I whimpered. His movement slowed a bit. “No!” I cried. “Please.” I could feel the smile tugging in his lips as he continued to lick on my clit. “Please…” I begged even more,my voice sounding needy even to my own ears. He increased his pace.Fingering me faster and harder. My toes curled as I felt the pressure about to explode inside of me. “I'm going to cum..” “Then do so,show me how good you can be and cum for me.” Pressure exploded through me,my whole body shaking from it all.I let my head rest on the desk as I tried to catch my breathe. His arms came around me, lifted me up and wrapped me in his arms. “Thank you.” I whispered. He planted a light kiss on my shoulder and just held me. I pulled back and looked him in the eye. “That was my first orgasm.” I announced proudly,warmth filling my heart. He smiled and leaned in.”How about another one.” ******************************************* Sex. That was the only reason Emillia Winslow got married to the Mafia Billionaire, Gregory Densmore. Being deeply religious,she is thrown into a world that contrasts her belief. There is no remorse,no confessions and no forgiveness. Will She manage to bring light into the dark or will the dark engulf her,forcing her to bring out her shadow self.
View MoreEmilliaDarkness. That was all there was.I could feel someones’ presence in the room but I refused to open my eyes. No,the feeling of someone driving a nail on my head couldn't allow me to.“Lights…” I groaned,lifting my hand to cover my eyes.“Oh.” Came the soft response before the room became dim.I forced my eyelids open and stared at the man infront of me.Green eyes,wide and fixated on me.“Are you okay?”I look at my arm where the IV was inserted into a vein.“Well,I'm not getting my vitamins,am I?”He shook his head but didn't say a word.I glanced around the room.“Where's my husband?” “Taking care of some things.”I frown.”Did he really go ahead with the mission? Why are you here? What time is it?”The door opens and a man walks in.“Emillia,how are you feeling?”Dumb question.I almost died yet everyone is busy asking that same question. He pushed the trolley next to the bed.“You will have something light for now.”He arranges the plates.“What is that?”“Lamb,fetta skewe
EmilliaI sank into the couch,my hurtful words replaying at the back of my mind. I'm certain my mother would be crying at home,thinking of how she has failed as a parent. Her sobbing would be followed by a week of fasting and prayer. I'll ask for forgiveness for the hurt I've cause her.My father...he said these men were dangerous.How did he know?The only way to know someone is to interact with them,see their contrasting sides.Does this mean he had crossed paths with Greg before?I shake my head,feeling dizzy from the action and the thoughts. "Emillia?"I lift my head to look at my husband."Go home and rest,darling."I shake my head. "Why?I heard you guys have a mission tonight.If you're thinking of getting rid of me then-"His steady gaze on my face made all the words die on my lips."I'm tired." I admit more to myself than to him.He nods."Lucious will take you home.""No.You are going to take me home.I am your responsibility not his."I needed a moment with him.To be in his arms
EmilliaAs usual I was curled up on the couch,reading a book I could not immerse myself in.My husband working on some papers across me.He looked so calm considering he just murdered someone last week.A knock came and Lucious enters.”Sir,we have a lead.”He places some papers in front of Greg.”There is a transaction that will be happening tonight.”“It's okay,you can proceed.”I sprint up.”Can I go?”“No.It will be dangerous.”Lucious replies.I stand and throw a few punches.”I can fight.”Lucious faces me.”Just because you think you can throw some weak punches doesn't mean you can actually beat someone.” I scoff.”Weak? Weak punches? I'll show you what Weak punches are…”I charge towards him but he grabs my wrist and spins me that my back was against his chest.I let out a chuckle.”I see you point. Now let go.”He twists my arm but I bite my tongue to hold out a yelp.“You're tough,I'll give you that.” He let's go and pushes me forward.”But you still can't fight.”I stumble to the couch
Gregory Emillia sat beside me as we rode down to the base.Her feet were crossed,gaze fixated outside. It was obvious Lucious words had caused a stir in her.I reach out for her hand.She turns to me,worry in her eyes.“Again,I don't think she should join us in this.” Lucious stated after glancing at us.“What do you think,Emillia?” She swallowed,hard.Her eyes searches mine before she replied with a quiet,’it's fine.’The rest of the journey was spent in silence.“Lucious, run me over what happened.”I spoke as we walked inside.“The shipment to the East were bomed.Nothing that can be traced back to the people was left.”Emillia grabs onto my shirt. “Sebastian went down there.”“Then what I'm I doing here?”“A negotiation.” He opened the door. “The Carvelias,or so they said they are called,know something but the leader insists on speaking with you.”We walk down the hall to the room which was dimly lit.Four men were already present. Three standing,one seated.From the posture of one
Emillia I sat across my husband who was busy working on some papers. This is all I do. I accompany him to work and back home. In between I am allowed to do anything that does not involve me talking to any other man. His eyes dropped lazily over the documents as he signed each of them. Strands of hair fell across his face and oh how I loved that. My eyes move from his face to his desk.How huge it was.How perfectly fit it is for- “Tell me.”His voice put a pause my thoughts. When I looked up,his eyes were on me.Ever so intense. “What?” He puts his pen away and pushes the papers at a distance. Then he leans back. “Come here.” He calls and I do not hesitate to answer. He holds my wrist and pulls me down to his laps. “What were you thinking about?”His voice was low as he spoke,the warm breathe brushing over my skin. “Your desk.” “Mmh…”He hums while placing gentle kisses along my neck. “You,me…” A chuckle escapes his throat.”Where is the Ellena who says every thought in her he
Gregory I don't make mistakes. Never have and most certainly never will. Being calculative is a trait one must have if you know a slightly wrong move would get you killed. I did not make a mistake. Not when I walked into the room with a shirt stained with blood. Not now when I knew I had a gun and I knew she was going to find it. Her eyes stared at mine.Fear written clearly in them. His hand was trembling and I could feel the distance she was trying to create between us. My eyes remain on hers as I reached out for the gun. She allows me to take it. I walked to the counter and take it apart then I pushed the pieces forward for her to observe. Her back pressed harder against the door. “Do you think I'd ever hurt you,Emillia?”I asked softly,my eyes carefully watching her movements. She is a terrible liar already but her body would give out more. She does not reply verbally.Her body on the other hand gave me the answer I needed. Her chest rose and fell at a faster pace.Her han
Emillia I don't know when I fell asleep but when I woke up Sebastin was starring down at me like I was his prey and he was ready to pounce and devour me. “What you are doing is rude,creepy and disturbing.”I inform him as I pushed the blanket off me. My eyes gaze to the window where light was sleeping in through the spaces between the curtains. “Why did you get married to him?” I give him a lazy look but I don't open my mouth to respond. After fleeting seconds of silence,he let's out a low chuckle. I frown. “Is it your habit?”He raises his brows.”Walking into people's room like that.” He shrugs and goes ahead to sink into the bed. “Jesus Christ,Sebastian!” I scream,shoving myself out of the bed. “It's not like you've done anything here already.”He replied,his voice flat. “Where is your brother?” “He's gone.” My stomach falls at the statement and my body goes still. “Gone,like...he left or left us?” He laughs.”He left last night.He was supposed to be here by now but you n
Gregory We had signed the documents and now Emillia was mine. I took her hand and led her to our room.Her hand remained in mine as I closed the door behind us. I sat and pulled her in between my legs. She stood there,her long black hair falling around her shoulders,some of the strands covering her face.Her cheeks were all flashed and she refused to meet my gaze. My palms traced her body,pushing her dress up until it was no longer in the way.I tugged unto her,pulling her down to me until she was straddling me. “How do you feel?” I asked softly. “About what exactly?Global warming,civilisation or…” I smacked her ass,earning a yelp from her. “Don't act smart,now.” She bites on her lower lip. “You're married now and-” “That fact will probably hit when I'm in bed or doing some random things.” “Which fact are you thinking of now?” “The fact that I'll be having sex with you.” I chuckle. I lean in and press a kiss on her cheek then her jawline.She tilts her head,giving me more r
Emillia After convincing my husband to be that we do not need a bundle of gifts for my parents and that they were not materialistic,we were at home,sitted across my parents.My sister was by my side,busy pinching me and nudging at my arm. “Olivia,stop it.”I whisper at her. Father glared at Gregory who laid back,a knowing look in his eyes and a plain look on his face. Worry was written all over my mother's face.She glanced at father who's fists were balled on the table. Mom placed a hand on his knees and he unballed his fists. His hand travelled to the band that was wrapped around his head,an unconscious act it seemed. I clear my throat to break the thick air of discomfort that had surrounded us. “Where did you meet him,dear?” “Church.”I reply quickly. Mother observes him.”Which church?” “Our church,mom.” She gives me a tight lipped smile.She knows,she knows too well that he is not a member of our church. “He was there with a friend.”I add. She nods and does not say more. “
Emilia “Bless me,father,for I have sinned…” I pause and let the images of my disgraceful acts stream through my consciousness. After a long sigh,I continue.”I…” I clear my throat.”I satisfied myself in a manner that does not please the Lord.” “What?” came the voice from the next booth.It was deep and low that I glanced to his side to check if I can see him. “I touched myself.” “And how is that wrong?” “I have been meaning to stop but-”his question registers in my mind. “wait,what?” “You said you touched yourself?” “Yes.” “You musterbated.” “Well,you don't have to call it put so plainly.By the way I did not mustarbate.I only thought of some scenarios and how good it would-” I stop. Confessions don't ever go like this. “Continue.” in my head I could picture him leaning back,his arms crossed and an amused smile on his face. “That is all.” “No.Tell me everything.” His voice now sounded as a whisper. “Every single detail you can put into word.” I blink sheepishly.”I…” “...
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