Page 29 of A Touch of Fate

I could tell that the deeper, slower sensation of my finger stroking along her sensitive opening really turned her on.

The scent of her arousal reached my nose, calling to a primal part to finally claim her again, but I didn’t want to rush things.

Emma was still very inexperienced and obviously sore.

I couldn’t just stick it in. I had all the time in the world as I fingered her.

Eventually, I brushed a second finger over her opening and slid it in.

There was no resistance. By now, she was completely soaked from my ministrations.

She moaned again, her muscles clenching around my fingers.

I moved them faster, my thumb circling her clit with more intensity.

She clung to my arm, and her eyes squeezed shut a moment before her walls tightened their grip even more, and she moaned loudly.

She shoved her head back into the pillow, revealing her beautiful, elegant throat, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing, then biting it lightly, causing her to shudder and clench even harder.

I slowed my movements until Emma relaxed, but I could tell her body still yearned for more.

I gently pulled out, and her lips fell open in a near protest at the loss of my touch. Stifling a grin, I stood and undressed completely.

I stepped closer to the bed but didn’t climb in right away as Emma was busy discovering my body with her eyes.

I wasn’t shy. I knew the effect my body had on women.

It wasn’t the part of me I wanted to hide.

Seeing Emma’s desire and admiration as her gaze followed my abs down to my cock, I felt proud.

I felt the same way when I looked at her gorgeous body.

“How about we get on equal footing?” I said in a low voice and reached for her nightgown.

Emma sat up and helped me drag it over her head.

I tossed it to the floor, then slid her soaked panties down Emma’s legs.

I held them up to show Emma how eager her body was for what we were doing.

She blushed deeply, but she didn’t look away.

I could see in her eyes how pleased she was with her body.

Maybe she had been worried about how well it would react to sex.

She had worried for nothing. I dropped the tiny thing on the floor as well.

I climbed back on the bed and knelt before her.

I ran my fingernails up and down over her legs with more pressure than I would usually use to see her reaction.

When I got close to her pussy, her lips parted in a moan, so I focused my ministrations there.

I massaged her inner thighs for a while, but my cock was ready to explode.

I gripped her ankles and lifted her legs to my shoulders, then looked at her. “Okay?”

She gave a quick nod, obviously a bit overwhelmed by the situation.

I moved even closer until my knees touched the back of her thighs and my tip brushed her pussy lips.

Soon, it glistened with her arousal. I rubbed my tip over her clit slowly before I dipped between her folds.

My tip brushed over her opening, but instead of entering, I moved back up until my now glistening tip pressed against her clit.

I could tell Emma was close to bursting.

I leaned over her and guided my cock to her opening.

With my eyes on hers, I pushed in slowly. Her walls gripped my cock so tightly that I gritted my teeth against the intense need to spill my cum. I’d fuck Emma senseless first and get another orgasm from her before my cock could shoot its load.

When I was almost all the way in, I paused to allow Emma to catch her breath and her body to adapt to my cock. This new position allowed a deeper penetration that might be too much for her second time, so I wanted to give her time to adjust.

I grabbed her ankles once more and kissed one then the other, causing Emma to give me a surprised smile.

“Ready?” I asked, my voice so low and scratchy I wasn’t sure Emma could even understand me.

She gave a small nod, anticipation filling her face.

I sank all the way into her slowly, giving her more time to adjust to my size.

She winced, still tight. She closed her eyes briefly, and I waited for her to be comfortable for me to move, even if it killed me.

I wanted nothing more than to slam into her, to let my body take control and override my mind.

Emma opened her eyes and gave a small nod.

I didn’t need more encouragement. I pulled all the way out and moved back in.

Soon, I established a slow rhythm that had Emma panting, her fingers pressing against my chest. Our bodies molded together, and it was so fucking easy. I wished everything was as easy.

Afterward, Emma and I lay beside each other in bed. Her head rested on my outstretched arm, and she was angled toward me. Her gaze was distant, thoughtful.

I knew I hadn’t convinced her with my bullshit explanation for my second phone.

And my sex distraction wouldn’t work for long.

Fuck. I should have been more careful, but I had allowed myself to really feel at home and hadn’t been as vigilant.

That was the problem with letting your guard down, especially if you had secrets like I did.

Emma’s gaze focused on me, but she didn’t say anything.

I hated lying to her. It was a shitty start to our marriage, but I couldn’t tell her about my contact with Fina.

The fact remained that she was part of the Camorra through her marriage to Remo fucking Falcone, and I shouldn’t even consider talking to her.

She’d chosen him, so it wasn’t too far-fetched to worry that she might manipulate me to gather intel on Outfit business.

At least, that was what my charge would say.

Fina and I had never talked about anything remotely related to business.

I hardly even told her anything of importance from my private life, which was why our contact had grown less frequent over the years.

She’d made her choice, and she couldn’t have both Remo and me.

I’d come to terms with losing my twin. I hardly missed her anymore.

Too much time had passed since we’d been close.

More often than not, I regretted even trying to save her.

Fuck, had I known she was getting cozy with her kidnapper, I wouldn’t have gone on that fucking suicide mission and gotten Arlo, Enea, and Domenico killed.

Bitterness and guilt filled my chest like a thick plume of smoke.

I untangled myself from Emma and sat up.

“What’s wrong?” Emma asked, confused. She had begun to doze off, but I had woken her with my sudden movement.

Fuck. I schooled my face into a neutral mask. “I forgot to answer an important email. I have the details on my desk. I’ll just head down there and get this done. You should try to sleep.”

Emma nodded slowly, but I could tell she was hesitant to believe me.

I covered her with the blanket and gave her a small smile, then pushed to my feet and put on pajama bottoms. After checking that her wheelchair was in her reach, I left the room, closing the door after me.

The moment I was outside in the corridor, anger and regret over my decisions from the past resurfaced.

A voice in my head beckoned me to silence those voices with booze.

It never worked for long, but even a short reprieve seemed like mercy right now.

I hurried down the staircase and into my office, where I grabbed a new bottle of gin from the shelf and sank down on the sofa in front of the cold fireplace.

I unscrewed the bottle, then took a long swig, leaned back, and closed my eyes.

Memories from ten years ago took form before my eyes as they always did when I was in this kind of mood or when I slept.

I remembered each of my friends’ faces shortly before we headed out on our rescue mission to Las Vegas. Their laughter, their trust in me, their confidence that together we could save my sister.

A bitter chuckle left my mouth, and I took an even longer swig, enjoying the burn and the way the alcohol numbed some of my emotions.

The words Domenico’s mother had spoken shortly after his death crossed my mind.

“You sacrificed my boy for your traitorous whore of a sister. He could still be alive! And the man who murdered him? He gets to enjoy himself and your sister. He gets to taunt us with his existence, and you do nothing.”

She was right. I had done nothing to avenge my friends after my sister ran off with Remo.

Domenico’s mother didn’t even know that I’d secretly gone to Serafina’s wedding to Remo.

Only Dad and Dante knew. What they didn’t know was that I was still in contact with Fina.

Sometimes I wondered if Dad suspected it.

He didn’t mention it, though. I should have killed Remo that day and tried to kill as many of his brothers as possible before they executed me, but I hadn’t even tried.

Not from fear of dying. No, I had seen how much Fina loved that psycho, and I hadn’t been able to hurt her.

I took another swig.

So many years had passed since then, and my view of that day had changed drastically over time. I should have killed Remo. It probably wouldn’t have freed Fina of his hold, but it would have lifted some of the guilt from my shoulders and made this world a safer place.

Maybe I would one day get the chance again, though I doubted it. Dante hadn’t sent me on a mission into Camorra territory ever since, not even close, and I doubted he would any time soon. Maybe he knew that I might hesitate before killing Remo.

I took another swig. Now my continued contact with Fina threatened my marriage to Emma when it already posed a risk to my life.

Fuck. Maybe I needed to cut all ties and make the move I had been too weak to do for myself. I wanted this marriage to work out for Emma’s sake. I couldn’t change my mistakes from the past, but I could try not to ruin more lives with future mistakes.

I took an even bigger swig, then another until my body was too numb to feel.