CHAPTER FIVE

EMILY'S POV

A few weeks had passed since I began working for Dante. His sight disgusts me but I had to answer his calls, unless I wanted my head separated from my body.

Dante made sure I was always with him, serving him or the sexy ladies who appeased him sexually. I would watch them rub his body with their breasts as he rested his back on the couch and sometimes he would go as far as pressing their boobs whilst staring at me.

I tried as much as I could to avert my gaze from him, especially when I felt turned on by his sexual gestures. Dante would smirk and watch as I tried controlling myself. It was clear he knew what he was doing.

On this particular day, I watched him engage in foreplay, as he fondled the ladies roughly. I couldn't hold it any longer and the next moment, I found myself running out of the room.

I rushed to my room, breathing heavily as I sat on the bed squeezing my boobs gently. Salvatore was nowhere near so I couldn't exert my sexual urge on him, so the next thing I resorted to doing was what I can only imagine myself doing.

I slid out of my panties and sat with my legs widely opened. With my fingers, I thrusted into my pussy and stroked gently with a moan.

It felt good, and soon, I was immersed in pleasuring myself. Just then, my eyes caught sight of the door knob turning.

My eyes widened.

I wanted to stop, but I couldn't as I haven't reached an orgasm yet. The door opened and my heart began to thud heavily when I saw a glimpse of black pants which I could swear I saw Dante wearing.

Suddenly, I could see him standing by the door, his glare immediately shifting to an almost soft expression. His lips twitched when he saw me in a very compromising situation, with my legs still widely opened.

On seeing him, his bare chest made it worse and I began to thrust harder, my face pleading for help. In three strides, Dante was before me, his gaze not leaving me as he approached and crouched down in front of me.

“You would have just said you were horny.” he told me with a smirk, “you did not have to do it yourself. I would have helped you.”

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DANTE'S POV

When I saw Emily run out of her room, I had figured out something was wrong. Immediately, I excused myself to go check up on her, an action I would have imposed on one of my guards. On opening the door to where I was sure Emily was, I was surprised to see her in a sultry position and just then, I was glad I did not have to send any guard to check on her.

Emily was seated on the floor, her legs widely apart. Her face looked innocent and more like she wanted someone to fulfill her sexual desires.

I knew she was being turned on from seeing me with the ladies, but I was not expecting it to be so intense to make her run away.

Seeing her alone made me want to have her, but I did not want any attachment between me and Salvatore. Worse still, I couldn't control my desire. In other cases I would have tried to, but Emily was too irresistible and seeing her in such a position meant she needed help.

Without thinking, I approached her and bent before her. Before I could do anything, she took my lips in hers and kissed me roughly.

Did Salvatore starve her of sex? I wondered.

I lifted her up gently and dipped my fingers into her wet cunt. She moaned and I smiled. When I began to thrust quickly, Emily's body vibrated with each touch. She ran her hands on my chest and down to my zipper which she toyed with before unzipping it.

In a moment, my cock was out. I could see her expression on seeing how large it was. Did she fear that I would erupt her vagina?

I smirked and bent her over to me, running my cock outside the walls of her pussy before sliding in. Emily let out a curse, her legs vibrating as I went in deeper.

“Please,” she cried out.

I bit my lips and held her waist as I stroked her pussy. Then I increased my pace, making it impossible for her to catch a breath.

It wasn't until I sprayed a load of cum on her ass did she take a deep breath of satisfaction. I wiped my cock and watched as she tried to steady herself.

As I looked at her, I noticed she looked exhausted so I just let her be and walked away with a cold look on my face, my usual signature expression.

There was no doubt Emily was different in every aspect. Sex with her was unlike the others I have had with. She was sweet, her pussy was. However, she belonged to Salvatore.

I paused to have a rethink, then smiled. She was mine now. Being in my custody made her mine and I would not let Salvatore take advantage of her again.

It was certain that he would want to get her back, but if he really wanted her, then he should have thought of it before letting her into my den.

Just then Marco entered, his face holding a very serious expression. I stared at him for a while. Something bad had happened, I could feel it.

“Boss,” he started, “we have a problem.”