Page 12 of Emilia: The Final Psychopath

“What’s his problem?” I asked as I turned my head to look at Cyrus.

His lips were pursed together, and his eyes tracked Kyle, so I turned around and put my arm around his neck to draw his attention back to me. His body relaxed, and he put his arm around me before his lips grazed my neck and shoulder.

“It’s probably jealousy. He has always been an annoying little shit, but he has never said anything to my face before,” he said as he began to sway his body to the music.

I put my arm around his waist, holding my glass against his back.

“I knew your dress would bring the fucking crazies out,” he muttered but held me tighter against him before his hand moved to my grip my ass.

I couldn't say anything because I was enjoying the feel of his hard dick against me. I rubbed my fingers against the nape of his neck up through his hair. He downed his drink before relieving me of mine. I watched as he placed the glasses on a nearby table. His arms wrapped around me, and I froze when his tongue licked my earlobe.

“You're going to be spread out on my table tonight, and I’m going to feast on you until you beg me to stop. Your virgin blood is going to spill tonight, Emilia, all over my hard cock,” he said before he nipped my earlobe so hard that I thought he would draw blood.

I blew out a shaky breath because I thought my lungs weren't functioning effectively enough. I wasn't stupid. He had been photographed with plenty of women, but after studying them all, I never once saw any affection in his eyes or body language. He always looked aloof and indifferent, which was worlds apart from how he was handling me in public.

Oh, fuck, if any of this was caught on camera, my Dad would be on the next flight out here. I didn't factor in how well-publicised this event was. I loved my Dad, but he was nuts when it came to his family, especially the women.

I tried to pull away from him, but his arms tightened around me.

“Oh, I don't think so, sweetheart. You brought yourself into my orbit, knowing what I am. There is no escape from me now. I’m going to burst that sweet cherry wide open,” he whispered into my ear before he swirled his tongue around my throbbing earlobe, soothing away the pain from his bite. “And I won't be taking it easy on you either.”

I closed my eyes with a groan because my knickers were ruined, and I wouldn't have cared if he flung me on the table we stood beside. What he didn't realise was that blood and mayhem had always been part of my life. He didn't scare me. I held onto him as he moved us to the rhythm of the music. We had only got here, and I wished we were back at his place.

It was going to be a long night.

Chapter 12

Cyrus

Holding Emilia was the only reason I wasn't beating the shit out of Kyle. I didn't miss his parting insult it was such a shame I wouldn't have time to toy with him. My eyes hadn't left Emilia, and I knew he was being an asshole when she pulled her hands behind her back to keep him from touching her. The entire scenario evoked a sudden maelstrom of emotions so potent that I had difficulty keeping my usual social mask in place. I was grateful for the half mask I wore, or people would have seen my true self. Had Emilia not embraced me, I would have dragged Kyle to a dark corner and unleashed my rage upon him.

I ignored the eyes watching us and grunted when Emilia placed her other arm around my neck. Unable to resist the temptation, I grabbed a fist full of her hair and tilted her head back. Her dark eyes shone from behind her mask, my eyes dropped to her pretty red lips, and I lowered my lips to taste my little minx. Her lips were soft and she sighed as her lips parted for me.

I held her by her hair and slipped my tongue into her hot, wet mouth. The sweetness of the champagne was there, but when she flicked her tongue against mine, I looked around before dragging her backwards towards an alcove. As soon as her back hit the wall, I ravaged her mouth like the beast that I was. I let go of her hair and held her ass while I plundered her mouth. She groaned into my mouth before she pushed her tongue against mine as she pulled my neck down. Her fingers raked through the back of my hair, and my dick was so fucking hard that I wished we weren't in a venue surrounded by people.

The announcement for the charity auction penetrated through the haze of lust, and I reluctantly softened my kiss until I opened my eyes to see her swollen red lips. I wrapped my fingers around her neck and kissed her lips before I trapped her lower lip between my teeth. I didn't know what it was about Emilia that made me want to ruin her in ways I’d never imagined, but she was addictive. Her eyes opened, and the dark desire that burned in them might have been on par with my own madness.

Someone cleared their throat behind me and Emilia immediately blushed, but I still didn't let go of her lip. I rubbed my tongue over it before I released her. She hid her face in my jacket with a groan.

“Everyone is going to think Iama whore now,” she whispered.

“Not if they want to live. Although, I wouldn't mind keeping you as my dirty little whore. How wet is your pussy for me right now?”

I grinned when her fists clung to my jacket, and she tried to hide away using my body as a cover. I glanced around to see there weren't that many people left in the hall. My eyes caught Kyle standing near the entrance stairs. He stood there alone, but I could see the anger and envy in his eyes as he stared back at me. The shitbag rode his father’s coattails and had never accomplished much in business.

I smiled and gave him a wave while several thoughts clashed within me as I thought of all the ways I wanted to kill him. He gave me a stiff smile before he swiftly exited the hall towards the auction room. Only then did I let Emilia out from the alcove. She fumbled with her purse and checked her lips before she snapped the small mirror shut.

“It’s not as bad as I thought,” she said to herself before she began to rub a tissue over my lips and straighten my jacket. “There, now you look perfect,” she said softly as she caressed my cheek, rubbing the stubble against her palm.

I gaped at her in shock because I realised that I couldn't remember the last time someone touched me with genuine intent or affection. I kissed her palm and placed my arm around her waist to lead her towards the auction room.

???

As soon as dinner was over I watched Kyle because I knew he would be going out for a smoke. Emilia was chatting to one of the organisers and I placed my hand over hers until she turned towards me.

“I’m going for a quick cigarette. Stay at the table, I won't be long.”

She glanced around the hall before she nodded to me. I stood up and glanced around the room, wondering what she had been looking for, but since time was of the essence, I didn't dwell on it and went through the back exit, knowing it was the one Kyle had used. He stood beside some tall shrubs on the side of the pavement, and I slipped my leather gloves on.

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