Page 5 of Come to Head

That thought was knocked firmly from my mind as he slowly began to push into my body, stretching me. I hissed past the searing pain, and he pitched forward, placing butterfly kisses across my face and neck.

“You are doing so well, just a bit more.” He reached down, rubbing my clit softly, and the stimulation allowed him to sink the rest of the way into my body.

I moaned out and began to enjoy riding the cusp of pain and pleasure.

Emilio rolled his hips softly and gently into me, and I could feel his adoration as he pulled me taut.

He kept the same soothing rhythm for a bit longer before he was satisfied I could handle more.

He bent over me. “Just a bit harder, you can take it, " he whispered into my ear, nibbling it.

The moving of his hips turned to hard snaps, and the tension that had already built boiled over; with one last pinch to my clit, I came with a whimper.

A few more thrusts, and he stilled as he filled me.

When he slowly pulled out from me, I immediately missed the feeling of him.

At the sight of blood, he shuddered. “Did I go too hard?” His eyes searched mine.

I shook my head. “I was a virgin,” I murmured, suddenly embarrassed again.

Emilio’s face did a one-eighty, turning as bright as it could, the dark confidence vanishing. “Me too.”

His words didn’t fully sink in until he returned, tugging me up.

“Let’s shower, the hot water should help the soreness.”

I let him lead me to it as his words sloshed around in my head. “You were a virgin, and you let some random girl take it?”

Emilio stepped into the shower, wrenching me in before turning his full attention to me. “You are not some random girl. You are everything that I have ever wanted, and I will spend the next few months showing you what it means to be loved by a guy like me. I will show you what you deserve. All I ask is that you never accept anything less.”

Emilio kept his promise until the end of summer, and I felt more loved than I thought possible. But I didn’t keep my promise. I continued to make horrible choices, always chasing the high of the man that I first gave myself to—body, heart, and soul.

Chapter 2

Emilio

His Isa

Exactly Ten Years Ago

Emilio watched his Isa sleep for the last time. She would be leaving for New York with Oliver tomorrow, and he would be stuck here. Forced to continue his family’s legacy. Forced to be the head of his family.

He absentmindedly rubbed the tattoo on his bare chest. He couldn’t save his sister from this life, but he would not let the same fate befall this precious woman. Emilio stroked Isa affectionately as she breathed heavily in her sleep.

A noise startled him from his contemplations. He extended, gripping his gun under the mattress as the door to his bedroom was silently nudged open.

He loosened his hold on the weapon when he saw who it was.

“Kazi. You’re here.” He acknowledged the man, unwrapping himself from Izzy.

He crept off the bed, scrutinizing the man who stood in the doorway. Kazi was clearly aggrieved, hands clenched into fists, shoulder squared, lips flattened into a line.

“Sir,” the newcomer clipped out.

It was almost comical hearing older men call Emilio sir, but he was used to it by now.

His sister’s death, followed immediately by his father's death six years ago, had caused a shift in power, and he had been forced to grow up quickly.

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