(Emily's POV)The next morning, our breakfast 'dates' continued. However, the atmosphere couldn't be tenser if a ticking time bomb sat beside the teapot just didn't know the silence was about to detonate in a way that would make an actual explosive a better alternative.An edginess flared at the memory of last night. The pressure of Dimitri's body against mine awoke a heat wave beneath my skin that was so hot, tossed, and turned all night into emptiness and confusion. Even now, a restless ache persisted between my legs.I curled my toes against the marble, knowing I should be ashamed of the feeling especially since Dimitri seemed to have forgotten last night entirely by his apathetic demeanor-but I refused to send myself on another guilt trip.Instead of the silent maid, another woman served our food, and she was not the docile, invisible type. She could be Kendall Jenner's blonde twin. I wouldn't be surprised if the servant's eyelashes were thickly mascaraed by the celebrity's makeup
(Emily's POV)My eyes glued to him, to Dimitri. Somehow I felt he must have gone through a lot. Seeing his daughter's bedroom connected to his, he was still not ready to let Celine go. He was stuck in the past. Is that why he let Sylvia come and go freely inside his property? I do not have any idea if they were divorced or just split. I'm not sure if the documents that I signed are authentic. Come to think of it... I do not give a f*ck about his and Sylvia's relationship. "What?"My soul was awakened when the grumpy voice resonated through my ears. Confusion covers all over his countenance. He stares at me, eyes narrowed while munching his shrimp pasta."What?" I questioned back."Can't get enough of my handsomeness?"I rolled my eyes and sip the lemon juice in my glass. I told Amanda to not give me tea anymore. I also asked this handsome creature in front of me if only Amanda, Leila, or Alya can serve me a portion of food. I must be insane for entrusting Alya, or not."What's on y
(Emily's POV)I was relieved to see the dining room sat empty except for a single filled plate in my spot at the table. After grabbing the dish, I slipped on my boots and coat and stepped outside. The men no longer went silent in my presence, now used to me drifting around in the snow. Mali, the youngest among the guards here, even came over to greet me, following my steps to the kennel while trying out some of the English he was attempting to learn. It was awful, but I'd never tell him.Lucio barked something at Mali, who gave me an apologetic smile "I leave now. Boss teach me how..." As he scratched his head in thought, a weird sense of anticipation ballooned in my stomach at just the mention of Dimitri, knowing he was the only one referred to as "boss" around here. Unable to come up with the word, Lucio moved his hands like they were on a steering wheel."Drive?" I supplied."Yes. He tells me I suck ass."A laugh escaped my mouth. Lucio should probably stick to letting Dimitri teac
(Emily's POV)As the cement floor became chillier, I used the remaining strength of my other arm to sit up and took a glance at Ravi who was monitoring my every move. I cannot blame him, I'm the one who push myself to him, as I was eager to tame this cold-blooded dog.Nevertheless, it was partly my fault and Dimitri should not know about this or anyone else. It is easy to hide the wound by wearing a sleeves coat, like every day. If I do, Alya must think I am missing her off again, by wearing weigh clothes which is difficult to laundry.She's complaining about every nuisance I made, that's why it was easy to piss her off. I'm used to seeing her frowning than acting as if she cared, it does not suit to her appearance. Just as I reached the kennel's exit, the door opened to reveal a stern-faced Lucio. I took a step back, hid my wrist in my coat sleeve, and forced an innocent expression. His suspicious gaze slid from mine to take in the room behind me."What are you doing in here?" he as
(Emily's POV)"Go. Inside. The. House. NOW!" Dimitri's voice was calm, but the edges were rough commanding absolute obedience and twisting my willpower. His gaze penetrated my blood with ice. He would do this no matter how much I begged. He would destroy Ravi and stomp on my soft heart in the process. Because I was worthless to him. But now I'd experienced a tiny slice of belonging in getting through to Ravi, I refused to let Dimitri steal it from me.Contempt swallowed me whole, lighting a fire in my veins. "You want my misery? Then take it!" I shoved his chest, the ache in my wrist shooting up my arm. "You can have all of it, but I won't let you do this."His jaw clenched when I hit him again, but he didn't budge from his spot. "You don't throw things away just because they hurt you!" My chest heaved, the force of my feelings sending my blood pressure diving again, and black spots swam in my blurred vision. A wave of dizziness dropped my gaze to his lips; to the thin scar through
(Emily's POV)I should be doubting my life intentions, searching for an escape hole, or doing anything remotely constructive. Instead, I sat in the drawing room and looked after the sun sinks below the horizon with the Bible on my lap. The book was in Italian and was therefore unthinkable, but the words didn't matter. It was the divine consent I needed by this point in my life.The front door shut quietly, but it may as well have been banged, the soft click transmitting an edgy palpitation to the tips of my fingers. It couldn't be any clearer who just came inside if a marching band preceded him. The energy he held up rivaled the insidious screech in horror films as a glinting knife stabbed at its victim.Dimitri must have had a bad day at work. Or he still has not forgiven me for talking about his daughter in front of him and lecturing his ability as a father and as a forced wife.Stomach clenching, I picked up the book, opened it to a random page, and feigned to devoutly read. My bac
(Emily's POV)I should not have wailed harpy so many times. Now, it was going to screw me over, verbatim."It seizes one to learn one, doesn't it?" My voice shook. With each step he took toward me, I emulated in the opposite direction until I was placed behind the couch, a simple part of furniture the only division between us. "Hmm... we don't know each other that well yet, but we will." A devastated piece of porcelain crunched beneath his boot. "You act like it will be remarkable for me," I retorted, compelled to the front of the settee when he stepped around it."I'm sure it'll be dissimilar to your experiences with nurse boys."Frustration burrowed beneath my skin. That was the same thought that directed me into the devil's arms, positioning me in a place to be circling a couch to stay away from him. "There is no nurse boys." His eyes constricted dangerously as he braced his hands on the back of the couch. "Maybe not, but they are a pussy.""You don't even know me," I indicted.
(Emily's POV)With a half-lidded gape, I scrutinized him lift my legs to pull my thong off. He threw away the cloth to the side, then seized the undersides of my thighs and hemmed them back toward my stomach. A flush ate up me at how exposed I was, but the warmth of his gaze on my sex, like he wasn't sure what to do with it preferably, surged a raw ache inside.I let my calves tumble to flicker the backs of his hands and instinctively stretch out my legs farther away. An agitated glimpse met my eyes before he lowered one of my thighs, ran two fingers across my clit, and thrust them inside of me.As hot coercion built up, I arched my back, a moan passing my lips. I grasped the edge of the couch cushion above my head, incapable to do anything but rock my hips against his hand to fondle the fire. Dimitri dropped my other leg, seized my face, and compelled my gaze to meet his. "Questo è mio." He punctuated the harsh words by scissoring his fingers inside of me.(This is mine)My eyes rum