Page 8 of Unfettered

Reaching out, I grab one of his hands, squeezing his limp fingers in mine. “Please,” I cry. “Please, Dad. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” God am I so fucking sorry. Please, you can’t leave me, Dad. Not like this…

We pull into the warehouse where we got ready, and everyone unloads. The soldiers are quick to disperse. Nicolo pats Emilio on the back before he too disappears, heading straight back to the mansion since he wants to be near Jude. Not that I blame him for that. However, I have a much different plan…

Grabbing the back of Emilio’s neck, I drag him toward me, loving the way he melts into me. I capture his lips roughly, claiming him as mine—always. No matter what, this is the man who completes me. The one who not only was the crown jewel of my collection but surpassed every hope and dream I could ever have for any of my Boys.

When he pulls back, breathless, his eyes are gleaming, high on the destruction we’ve just caused and the promise of future mayhem. The acrid scent of the fire clings to us, but it doesn’t bank my desire for him—my fucking need.

“Your Daddy and Owner left me very specific instructions…” I murmur, and a shiver goes through him, his cock hardening against me.

He looks up at me through his eyelashes, the perfect shy Boy, but I know better. He’s as dirty as I am, and thank fuck for that. “Daddy sent me a text. He said if I was good, you’d have a surprise for me.”

“I do.”

Taking a deep breath, I take a step back and offer him my hand. With a frown, he takes it, his displeasure at me slowing down is made clear with a pout. Snorting in amusement, I pull him toward a very specific area. It makes me nervous, but when Tennant talked with me about this, I agreed it would help on multiple levels. It’ll keep his mind off what Roman and Tennant are going through, since we’re back before they even start their missions. Plus, it’s an opportunity for healing—if he’ll accept it.

When I draw him into the large bathroom, he stares at the shower. I feel the hesitancy in him, and it breaks my heart. I did that. I broke that part of him. And now…now, I need to give it back.

I draw his attention to the camera that’s been fitted in the corner of the room, strategically placed for a show. The red light indicates everything is good. Thank fuck this bathroom was off-limits to the rest of the group.

“You see that?” I whisper in his ear, holding him from behind. “Your Daddy and Owner want a show. Will you give them one with me?”

A shudder rolls through him, and I force myself not to grin, the predator in me wanting to play. My Emilio has always brought out both sides in me—the predator and the caretaker. I want to be everything for him, because he’s everything to me.

“Yes, Master,” he breathes, the words barely loud enough to hear.

“Good Boy.” I nuzzle his neck for a moment before stepping back. “Turn. I want you to face me and undress.”

When he's looking at me, the hunger I feel is matched in those emerald eyes. Everything about him sets me ablaze—much like the fires we started. I want to consume him. The worries I had about our passion and love being smothered still plague me—still keeps me up at night—but when he stares at me like I’m the only one for him? It doesn’t matter how many lovers he has. I know I’ll be right there beside him, forever.

Tennant may be the one helping me sew the broken pieces back together—my sanity in this world—and Cristian is the safe harbor who accepts me for my past, but Emilio? He is my heartbeat, the one who makes life worth living. Without him, I may as well be buried six feet under, lost in the cold embrace of dirt.

Thank fuck he gave me another chance… And now it’s my turn to replace the horrors of our last time together with a reminder of how much I belong to him, always.

I lean against the door as he slowly takes his clothes off. Every inch of his skin is a revelation, a reminder of the man I’ve watched grow from a naïve nineteen-year-old into the man who encompasses such complexity—Death, a co-ruler, and the man who steals the hearts of others with his pureness and his loyalty.

My fingers beg to touch him, and as he takes off the last scrap of fabric, a moan slips past my lips. Those eyes of his… They’re darkly begging me to play, and fuck if I’m going to wait a second longer.

I strip off my own clothes, not giving a shit where they land. With two long strides, I’m in front of him, my fingers ghosting down his body. Goosebumps break out where my skin makes contact with his, and I chuckle, the knowledge of how much I affect him makes my cock even harder.

It’s been so damn long…

“I want you over the counter.” He scrambles to obey my command, and this time, I’m the one shivering—lost in my need for him. “Bend over, Tesoro.”

His shy glance steals my breath, and I have to focus as I go to my knees. It’s not the most comfortable position on the tiled floor, but fuck if I care right now. With my hands, I pull him into the perfect position for what I have in mind.

Spreading open his ass cheeks, I lean in, inhaling his natural musk despite the scent of smoke clinging to us both. I gently lap at his hole, listening carefully to his breathy moans and pleas as I start to lick harder, forcing his hole to open. As I fuck him with my tongue, his legs tremble, but I keep it up, driving him wild.

“Shit! Please! I’m going to come!” Emilio breaks, begging, “Please, stop. I can’t hold out!”

I lean back, swiping the saliva from my face with a muted sigh of disappointment. Part of me wants to watch him unravel from just my tongue, but my cock desperately wants in him.

Standing, I open the drawer to my left and find the lube Tennant stashed in there earlier. At the snick of the cap, Emilio shudders, pressing his body flat against the counter and raising his ass in offering. Fuck. Nothing is hotter than him.

Pouring the lube onto my fingers, I insert two into him. His ass is almost begging for it after being opened up with the rim job. He curses as I peg his prostate again and again, adding a third finger as I grind my teeth, trying to hold myself back.

“Fuck, you are gorgeous, Caro,” I whisper, unable to take my eyes off the way my fingers disappear into him, and his absolute responsiveness. He’s unraveling to the point he’s riding my fingers.

“Master, please…I need you inside me. Fuck. I think I’m going to die if you don’t get in me.”