Page 30 of Sin and Seduction

He pounds into me roughly, one of his hands pinning both of mine down above my head as the other trails down my body before cupping my breasts. He sucks the nipple into his mouth, moaning around it as I bite down on my lip In sheer ecstasy.

His hips slam into mine, pinning me to the bed as his cock touches every wet inch inside of my body. There’s no place this man hasn’t been; there’s no place I couldn’t imagine him touching or possessing. He owns every inch of me, and I could die happy right now. He bends down to kiss my lips and pauses as he sees the tears spilling from my closed eyes. His hips immediately freeze.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asks in a concerned tone.

“Nothing, I just...I love you so much. I’ve never loved anyone like this,” I say earnestly, and his hand cups my jaw.

“Look at me,” he orders, and I do, my tear-filled eyes locked with his.

“You are my beginning and end, Esmeralda. Everything you feel, I feel, too. Same parts, remember?” he whispers, and I nod, my lips pressed to his.

“Always,” I say, and he rears back and impales me once more, his cock kissing at my cervix.

I cry out and bite his shoulder as he fucks me slow and deep, his hand hooking under my knee to spread my legs wider. I begin to tremble, my orgasm flowing through me like a river. Before I know it, I’m coming against him in long, rough waves, and he takes it all. He fucks me through it, and just as it ends, he comes with a groan, kissing my face as he spills into me.

He rests on top of me, wrapping me in his arms and laying his head on my chest. I contently run my fingers through his hair, laying on the massive bed in complete bliss as he breathes against me. It’s not long before he dozes off into a long sleep, but I do not follow. I lay there wide awake with his head against my chest, still petting his hair as I stare out the window.

I don’t want to ruin our blissful bubble, but reality always has a way of creeping in at the most unlikely of times. He has to know about Gabriella and James. About the secret I bear. But I can’t let her down, I love my husband more than anything, but she is alone and scared, just as I was only months ago. Even more so because now a life is growing inside of her. A life created by our enemy.

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When I wake, Dante is not there. He left a note for me to let me know he is in a meeting with Paulo and will be home in a couple of hours. A stretch on the bed and look over at the clock on the wall that reads just past nine in the morning. I don’t feel completely rested after such a busy night, especially since I lost a few hours during travel time. I pull myself from the bed and head to the bathroom, and take a long shower.

Once I’m done blow drying my hair and applying a small bit of makeup, I dress in a pair of tight, high-waisted jeans, a white silk blouse, and a black blazer. I slide on a pair of red bottom heels and give myself a once-over in the mirror. I never have cared about my appearance, and I definitely don’t care when it comes to Dante because I know he loves how I look the most when I’m naked, but his mother still intimidates me, and I know everybody in this house would sneer if I came down and loungewear.

I make my way down the stairs and look around for anyone, unsure of what to do without Dante here. As I head to the kitchen for a small coffee, I noticed Camila sitting at the counter, Oscar and Gabriela sitting across from her. There doesn’t feel like there’s any tension in the room, so I know Gabriela has not mentioned anything about her secret—our secret now.

“Morning, Emmie. Grab some espresso and take a seat. Mama was just talking about helping you with wedding planning,” Gabriela says, her smile wide but her eyes filled with shadows. She looks tired, and I can see it all over her face, so I wonder if anybody else can, but it seems like nobody notices per usual. It makes me even sadder for her.

“I’d love that,” I say as Oscar hands me a small, hot cup of espresso.

I take a seat at the end of the counter, and Camila pushes a book toward me. It is heavy and thick, and the pages are rimmed with gold coloring. To be quite honest, it looks like a Bible. I stare up at her, confusion knitting my eyebrows together.

“I’ve planned at least seventy events, half of which were weddings. Take a look and see if you like anything,” she says before sipping from her mug.

I flip open the book and scan through the pages, in awe and a little overwhelmed by what I see. Every page is a detailed event with pictures of lavish ceremonies. Filled with both cathedrals and forests, from receptions to balls, everything is Grand and perfect. It is a dream. It’s like looking at a magazine, only it came from her hands and her mind.

No doubt she has planned events for powerful people, lavish ones at that, but I didn’t think of getting married so soon, and the thought of a wedding day overwhelms me now. Mostly because I don’t have many people close to me who would be there, so why would I need a big wedding? It would all be for Dante and his publicity, and that doesn’t feel genuine; that feels downright terrifying.

“Something troubling you?” Camila asks, and I look up and swallow the lump in my throat, giving her a smile and hoping that my sadness doesn’t shine through.

“It’s all so beautiful, Camila. I have no doubt you are an expert. I just...I guess I never really gave the details of having a wedding a thought, so it’s just a little overwhelming,” I say, and she smiles slightly.

“Well, that’s why I’m here,” she says.

“Me, too,” Gabriela chimes in.

“I don’t do flowers and shit,” Oscar says. “But I’ll throw anyone unwanted out and put on a hell of a show.”

I laugh at him and thank him. I’m becoming fond of Oscar and even fond of Camila. I worry about Gabriela and don’t want the stress of planning a wedding to trouble her pregnancy, but for now, that’s something that can only be discussed in private between her and me. I feel guilty holding it in from everyone, especially since her mother is being so kind to me now after I worried she wouldn’t like me. But I know Gabriela needs me more than anyone, especially since she feels so invisible and unheard, especially since she’s carrying the child of the enemy. I’m the only person who will understand and accept her through this right now. I have to handle it carefully and try to ease Dante into it. He’s the person I’m worried about the most.

“Thank you. Everyone. I mean it. I don’t come from much, and I really don’t have any family now, except for my friend and his parents. So most of this will just be for your family,” I say, looking down at my half-empty cup of espresso.

Camila reaches over and startles me by holding my hand in hers. My head snaps up, and I lock eyes, feeling warmth in her small smile.

“This day is about you and Dante. About your new family. It is not a day to be sad or stressed about. It’s a celebration in the wake of sadness. For all of us,” she says, and everyone nods.

“Why are you so welcoming?” I ask earnestly, and they all look at me with warm eyes.

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