Page 42 of Inescapable Ties
“Leave.” Emilio’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, and his fists tightened. His chest heaved with rage as he glared at the man in front of him, daring him to spend another second in his presence.
“V-very sorry, sir,” the Janitor left the room, moving at a speed I didn’t know was possible for mere mortals.
Emilio and I stared at each other, but didn’t continue. Despite our lingering gazes, it was clear that the moment had slipped away, and our encounter would end here for the night.
“I’ll have to fire him,” Emilio muttered.
“Don’t do that! It was just an accident.”
“Well, yes, but…” Emilio didn’t finish his sentence, and instead looked at my debauched face and slickness that had stained the poker table.
I couldn’t help but notice he was still rock hard through his pants. What would it have been like having it inside me, instead?
“Let’s go home, Jaws.”
Chapter twenty-one
Emilio
TheimageofLuciana,panting and writhing on the poker table, consumed my thoughts. It was so fucking hot, having her cry out my name as she came on my fingers.
I couldn’t believe I had almost taken her innocence on it, the table not even cleared from the last round of poker that had been played. Luciana deserved pure luxury when she lost her virginity to me. Looking back on it, I supposed it was a good thing that the janitor had walked in and disturbed us.
There was a significant age gap between Luciana and me, and I had had been intimate with many women before her. Normally I wouldn’t spare them a second glance after, but with Luciana, things were different. For some reason, I cared about what she thought about me and how she looked at me.
The feeling was foreign.
Today, we were spending time together, lounging in the living room on my day off. Luciana laid back on the sofa, her legs dangling over the arm.
“What do you do for fun, Emilio?” Luciana asked.
I didn’t have “fun.” There wasn’t a lot of extra time in my schedule with my job title. The closest thing to that feeling would be when I relentlessly tortured men, but I couldn’t tell her that.
“Hang out with you,” I said, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. I couldn’t resist teasing her at every chance I got.
She tossed a sofa cushion at me, a move she had pulled countless times now. I always caught them.
“I mean it!”
“I don’t really have time for fun,” I admitted, cracking my knuckles against each other and enjoying the satisfying pops. “I just relax at home and watch TV.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Hm,” she said. “Well, what would you want to do for fun? We have some time today.”
I refrained from telling her my genuine desire of “fun” at this moment. It would involve the two of us, naked, on the bed with me burrowed deeply inside of her.
“I’ve never seen a Broadway show before.”
For years, my parents had promised to take me to a Broadway show. When I was a child, the mere thought of it filled me with excitement and anticipation. But then, the “accident” occurred, and my dream of experiencing a show had long since faded from my mind, a distant memory slipping away into the depths of my subconscious.
“Wait, what? You’ve lived in NYC your entire life and haven’t seen one?” Luciana said, raising herself off the sofa. “We’re going.”
She walked into the bedroom and grabbed her laptop, and I watched her open the site to buy tickets. I refused to let my wife pay for our date, taking the laptop from her. I would never make her pay in our relationship. She tried to get it back, but ultimately relented.
“We’re buying late so they don’t have the best view left,” I said. “But I’ll also see whose arm I can break to get us better seats.”
