Page 91 of A Touch of Fate

The moment we pulled up in front of the house, Samuel shoved open the door and raced around the hood. He picked me up and carried me inside, then kicked the front door shut. Instead of carrying me upstairs, he turned and pressed my back against the door, then kissed me hard. He ground his cock between my legs, showing me how much I turned him on. I gasped into his mouth, delirious from his touch and his obvious hunger for me. He dry humped me as we kissed almost desperately. I could feel myself getting closer and closer. Samuel straightened suddenly and stumbled into his office with me in his arms. He set me on his desk, then swiped all the folders and sheets off the surface with one sweeping motion. I laughed, feeling almost lightheaded with desire. He pushed me down until I splayed on his desk, my legs spread because he stood between them.

His eyes raked over me. “Fuck.” He knelt and pushed up my skirt, then kissed my pussy through my leotard. I wasn’t wearing tights, only blush-colored ballet ankle warmers because it was always very warm in the studio. The leotard was quite tight and not easy to move to the side. Samuel let out a growl as he tried to push it to the side to eat me.

“I’ll have to pull it down,” I whispered between giggles and moans.

“No time,” he growled and unsheathed a knife from his chest. He cut through the fabric of my leotard and panties.

“Samuel!” I gasped in shock, but his mouth pressed against my pussy, and I lost the ability to speak.

I came not long after but never got time to catch my breath because Samuel ripped down his zipper and pulled out his cock. He gripped my hips and looked at me full of hunger and possessiveness as he pushed into me in one hard thrust.

His eyes fell shut, and I released a long moan at the stretched sensation. I could feel every nerve ending in my pussy. Samuel opened his eyes and surprised me when he bent forward and cupped my head, his thumbs stroking along my temple gently. He slid out of me gradually, only to glide back in even slower. His eyes locked on mine as he moved unhurriedly, his lips close but not touching mine. I couldn’t look away. This felt more intimate than ever before, as if Samuel was trying to convey something with his eyes.

I remembered Natalya’s words and wondered if she’d really seen what she described. If Samuel felt more for me than he could admit. “You are amazing,” he rasped as he made love to me.

God, this felt like making love. Was it?

Could this really be love?

Emma searched my eyes, hoping to find proof of deeper feelings in them. Fuck, and I was so tired of hiding my feelings, so fucking tired of keeping her at arms’ length when I wanted her close, closer than I’d ever wanted someone.

I wanted to protect her, but she was already too deeply involved in my problems as it was. And so for the first time since I’d married Emma, and the first time in a very long time, I lowered my guard and allowed someone to see beyond my cold mask. I allowed Emma to see what I felt for her. Emotions I couldn’t put into words yet. Sometimes I wanted to have her as close as possible, and sometimes, particularly when she commented about my drinking, I wanted to push her far away.

Tears welled in her eyes, and her breathing hitched. She opened her mouth to say what I couldn’t say because her eyes had screamed her feelings for me for a while. I kissed her to silence her, then murmured. “No words, Emma. Not now, not yet. Let me be the first to say them. Soon, I’ll be ready.”

She nodded and swallowed hard.

“Until then, let me show you what I feel.”

I made love to Emma until we both found release, then I sat back in my desk chair and pulled her on my lap.

She snuggled against me and touched my heart. “I’m glad you finally trust me enough.”

I brushed her hair away from her face. “It’s not a matter of trusting you. I simply want to protect you from certain aspects of me.”

Emma sat up. “Samuel, I’m not blind. I’m not stupid. I know you’re struggling, and it doesn’t lessen my feelings for you. You’re human. It’s okay not to always be okay.”

I cupped her cheek. “I’ll be Underboss soon. The men I’ll rule over don’t want their leader to be human, Emma. They want someone who appears bigger than life, someone who makes them believe he’s worth dying for. I’m a symbol, and that symbol can’t have cracks. I’m not the only one with a dark past or problems, but I’ll have to make sure nobody knows.”

She pursed her lips. “I know your men expect you to be strong, but emotions don’t make you weak. Even Dante showed emotions after his first wife died. He was in mourning.”

“For a short while and it never stopped him from being cruelly effective in his job. I lost friends and a twin. That’s not the same as losing a wife.”

She sighed. “I understand being strong for your men, but I’m your wife. I swore to be by your side in good and in bad times, so let me be there for you.”

I brushed a strand from her sweaty forehead. “It’s my job to protect you.”

Her expression darkened. “Yes, and it’s my job to take care of you. Let me help you. Don’t push me away, don’t keep me out. That hurts me more than your problems ever could.”

I kissed her. “I’ll try. I’m used to keeping people out, so this will be new for me.”

She smiled slightly. “That’s okay. I’ll hold you accountable, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Maybe it would be a good start to talk about your drinking.”

I tensed, my defensive walls jumping into place. “I drink often. You’re right.”

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