Page 21 of Vicious Union

A few other people join us and begin to dance themselves. When I look in Emilio’s direction, I see he’s gone. I freeze. Where did he go?

The whole point of this dance was to make him jealous and prove he doesn’t bother me, even after humiliating me with a spanking.

Well, whatever. I’m going to enjoy my time and dance with Jack.

“Who are you looking for?” he asks.

“No one. Let’s dance closer.” I put my hands on Jack’s shoulders, drawing our bodies close enough to touch.

“Are you sure? I don’t’ want to upset your future husband.”

“Forget about him. You can’t upset him because he’s not even here.”

Jack and I spend the next few minutes dancing. No one says a word, and Emilio doesn’t show up. Where the hell is he?

After a while, I pull away from Jack. “Ok, that’s enough. I need to use the restroom.”

I hurry back inside and make my way to the bathroom.

“Enjoying yourself out there?”

I gasp and jump back, exiting the bathroom. Looking down the hallway, I see Emilio is leaning against the wall. “You startled me.”

“You think you can play games with me?”

“I think I can do whatever I want.”

When he walks right up to me, I smell his yummy musky scent, and it makes me want more. “You made a fool out of me dancing with another man. You promised you wouldn’t anymore.”

“Well, that was before you spanked me. So …” I flash him a smile and try to enter the bathroom, but he stops me.

“Is this a game to you?”

I stare at Emilio and realize he’s being serious. “Of course not. This is my life we’re talking about. But you refuse to get to know me, and you refuse to let me in, so what I am supposed to do? I’m not going to be a sweet, submissive wife, Emilio. I never will be. You can spank me all you want. It’s not going to change me. I don’t want to fight with you, so stop making it so hard.”

His eyes widen slightly before his usual stoic expression takes back over. “You make it hard with your attitude and the trouble that follows you.”

“Clearly, we’re different people, but I’m not the one with an attitude.”

He scoffs.

It makes my blood fucking boil, and I stand up straighter. “I wouldn’t have an attitude if you stopped bossing me around. Did you ever think about that?”

He leans in close I have to back up an inch to feel like I can breathe again. “Maybe I wouldn’t have to boss you around so much if you stopped with your attitude.”

“You’re impossible,” I hiss.

“And you drive me fucking crazy.”

Before I can react, Emilio grabs the back of my head and draws me in for a kiss. Our lips meet with passion and hate and lust all rolled into one. I kiss him back with everything I have within me. My hands clutch his shoulders, drawing him closer.

He growls low in his throat as he walks me back into the bathroom, then slams the door shut behind us. A muffled moan escapes me as we kiss harder.

Emilio pushes me against the counter as his hands roam down to my waist. I arch into him. This is what I was looking for. Connection. Something from Emilio beyond his typical grumpy guy persona.

But almost as quickly as the kiss began it ends with Emilio pulling away. I gasp and stumble forward.

“Why did you stop?” I ask.

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