Page 43 of Emilia: The Final Psychopath

“Is there a safe place I can put my jewellery?” I asked.

He glanced back at me and nodded before he put his hand out. As I placed it in the palm of his hand, my eyes caught his wedding ring. He took my jewellery and walked towards the back wall where there was a hidden safe. The man was meticulous with everything. I saw what he laid out on the table. It was the largest tub of lube known to mankind. It did have a convenient hand pump on it, though. There was a weird-looking vibrator and two sets of handcuffs.

“You went all out,” I said as I nodded towards the table.

“I've thought of fucking your ass ever since I found out you were pregnant,” he said as he slipped his jacket off, but his eyes ran over my dress.

“I will need you to unbutton the back and zipper for me,” I said as I lifted the skirt up to remove the knife.

“Of course,” he said with a pause. “Why do you have a knife strapped to your leg?”

“This is something borrowed. It’s part of a wedding tradition. It’s my Grandmother’s favourite knife,” I said as I walked around the bed to place it in our bag.

“Valeria sure loves her knives.”

I glanced at him. He had met all of my family, and we were married now, so I decided to give him a little insight into my family.

“My grandparents were serial killers. My Dad currently is one. It’s why I took this job. The more I learn how law enforcement works the easier it will be to protect myself and my family.”

He didn't look as surprised as I thought he would.

“Hmm, it all makes sense,” he said as he tugged his tie off and began to work on the buttons of his shirt. “I thought all the top agencies used artificial intelligence, so how did you get the job out here?”

“The AI only matches patterns and catches possible similarities the tech isn't intelligent enough yet. The job still requires the human nuanced deduction.”

“It won't be long until it catches up,” he said, flashing his pecs as he unbuttoned his shirt.

I sat on the bed to watch him since it reminded me of when I used to sit and spy on him. He pulled his shirt out of his trousers before he took out the gold cuffs from his sleeves. His chest was bare, and I bit my lip as my eyes trailed down towards his dick.

“You're always so hungry, Angel,” his husky voice broke my perverted gaze.

“How long is the flight?” I asked in the hope it wasn't a short one.

“Just under five hours,” he said as he pulled his belt off.

“Perfect,” I murmured as he toed his shoes off.

I clenched my thighs together, feeling the plug inside of me. I wondered what it would be like to have his entire length inside of me. The only concern was the width of his dick. He left his white boxers on, but there was no mistaking the outline of his giant dick as it strained to reach his belly.

“Stand up, Angel,” he said as he approached me.

I stood up and turned to face the bed so he could unfasten my dress. He smoothed his hands over my hair a few times before he pushed it all to one side to my front. His fingers trailed from the nape of my neck towards my lower back.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth, pussy and asshole. One after the other,” he said as he began to unbutton my dress. “Last night was only the tip, but today I’m going to make sure I nut deep inside your ass.”

His lips touched my neck before he began to kiss it until he reached my shoulder. I felt the zipper come down, and he pulled the dress down my arms until it pooled on the floor. There was a sudden knock on the door that startled me away from my dirty thoughts.

“Mr Wicke, we are due to take off in four minutes,” a woman’s voice said through the door.

“Okay, thank you, Lori,” he said quite pleasantly.

I swivelled around to face him because her soft and sexy voice was like a bucket of ice water thrown over me.

“Have you fucked Lori’s asshole?” I snapped at him, unable to restrain myself because I was livid.

He flew all over the country and the world.

Who knew how many times he had fucked Lori? Why was he so good at fucking and eating pussy?

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