Page 3 of Come to Head

A burgundy moth.

His bulky hand covered mine, rough digits stroking my skin. “My sister’s favorite animal.” He cracked a slight wistful grin before dropping his grip on my hand, leaving a trail of tingles in its wake.

Before I could blink, he moved back and tore off his remaining clothes, completely distracting me from his tattoo.

His impressive cock bobbed up towards his stomach on full display and stole my attention.

Is this even a good idea?

I gulped, suddenly unsure, before moving my gaze upwards. Studying him.

There was clear, unmistakable interest—key in on his hard cock—even still, he wasn’t pushing me. He wasn’t trying to take anything from me. He was just observing me with a soft expression and a lopsided grin.

I expected to feel uneasy at the attention. At the similarity to Sebastian’s attention.

Except, Emilio wasn’t watching me as Sebastian had. When Sebastian was on top of me, I finally noticed what I had ignored before. The evil glint, the predatorial behavior, the manipulation. The signs had always been there, I’d just ignored them.

I felt in my gut that being with Emilio would be a safe encounter, but could I even trust that?

“We can stop, Isa. You don’t have to do this.” He shifted, picking up his clothes to put back on, and it pierced through my nerves.

Emiliowouldn’thurt me. This wasmy choice.

“I do.”Have a choice.

He chuckled softly, dropping his shirt back to the ground and cocking an eyebrow.

I want to do this.

I needed to wipe away the memories of Seb—

My line of thought was cut off as Emilio moved back into my space.

“Then it’s your turn, my Bella Isa.”

There he went with that nickname.

He gently,graduallyreached up, unzipping the borrowed jacket and letting it fall to the ground, allowing me plenty of time to shove him away.

I didn’t.

With the clothing discarded, my breasts were freed; the weight of which instantly pulled at my back.

I went to wrap my arms around my chest to cover the stretch marks painted there, but Emilio tapped them gently.

“I am going to fuck you, Isa, but first, you’re going to let me see you.”

“I—”

“We all have our imperfections sweet Isa, but what is an imperfection to some,” he paused to yank down my leggings, “is stunning beauty to another.”

I struggled a bit against my own self-consciousness, my cheeks flushing, embarrassment coursing through my veins.

“You are so beautiful. You would bring nations to their knees. Please never hide yourself from me. I want to see everything there is of you. Anything you are willing to offer. You aremyBella Isa.”

My face heated at his compliment. It felt sincere. I hadn’t received too many of those over the years—besides from Yara.

He pressed lightly against me, forcing me to step back until the backs of my knees hit the bed. Gently, he laid me back on it, my legs still firmly planted on the ground.

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