Page 22 of Snaring Emberly
“Welcome home, boss.” Gil grins so widely that his eyes turn into slits.
My jaw clenches, and I force back a rush of emotion. I can’t even enjoy this moment of freedom because I’ve got to fuck Capello’s daughter into submission. Instead, I meet Gil’s smile with a nod.
“It’s been too long,” I say, my words gruff. In a much lower voice, I add, “Get everyone together tomorrow morning. We need to talk about the future.”
He nods. “Yes, sir.”
I reach into the limo to scoop Emberly out of the back seat and into my arms. My nostrils fill with her vanilla and cinnamon scent mingled with the sweet musk of her arousal. The prospect of pounding into her until she screams my name makes my cock surge so powerfully that I become lightheaded.
“Hold tight,” I say, my voice a low growl, and she places her hands on my shoulders.
By the time I turn toward the mansion, it’s to find the entire staff gathering on its stone steps. Sofia, our housekeeper, stands in the middle, her smile faltering. It looks like Benito already briefed her on the identity of our special guest.
Emberly raises her head, shrieks, and buries her face in my shoulder. I chuckle, understanding her reaction.
My great-grandfather had the mansion built in the style of a Roman villa he’d grown up around in Salerno, Italy, only grander. It’s a two-story limestone building covered in ivy and a grand porch with carved wolves snarling at each pillar. Decades later, my grandfather added a four-story tower with a balcony, allowing for sweeping views across Alderney Hill and beyond.
I moved out after my first job and used to hate coming back here because it was so pretentious. Now, all I see is a family home filled with memories.
Emberly clings to my neck as I take her up the stairs, past the applauding staff members, and through the double doors. I spare a moment to kiss Sofia on both cheeks and thank her for the daily food packages that kept me sane during my imprisonment.
The thought of carrying Capello’s offspring through the threshold like a bride fills my veins with a twisted sense of triumph. Emberly Kay isn’t here to be my wife, she’s here to be my toy. My pretty little plaything.
I take her across the marble hall, up the stairs, and through the tall white door that leads to the tower.
She raises her head, takes in the winding staircase, and asks, “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere the staff won’t disturb us while I fuck you into submission.”
Her full lips part with a question, but I silence her with a kiss. She moans, seeming to enjoy the taste of her arousal on my tongue, and relaxes against my chest.
Several moments later, we reach the room at the top of the tower and step into a chamber decorated in silver and varying shades of ivory. Moonlight shines in from the twin patio doors that lead to the balcony, illuminating a large bed. I drop her down on the mattress and glare down at my prey.
She looks so vulnerable and small wearing my jacket, even though she’s taller than the average woman. I draw back, my cock trying to push its way out of my pants.
“Strip.”
Emberly rises onto her knees and unbuttons the jacket, revealing that phenomenal body.
“Come here.” When she moves to shuffle to the edge of the bed, I raise a finger. “On your hands and knees.”
Her features show none of the usual indecision or resistance. She gets into position and crawls across the mattress. Her pert breasts sway with the movement, and her lean muscles ripple with each step.
I would move to the other side of the room and make her continue toward me so I can enjoy more of her submission, but my cock is tired of waiting. Instead, I cup her chin and force her gaze to meet mine.
“You should know I won’t be gentle,” I say.
She nods, her pupils so dilated that I can barely see any traces of green.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, make you scream, and you’re going to love it.”
“Yes,” she whispers, her desperation turning my blood to liquid fire.
I release her chin. “Now, take out my cock.”
She reaches for my fly, her fingers trembling so much that it takes her a few tries to undo the zipper. My cock springs free, making me groan with relief.
Emberly makes a strangled sound. “Oh fuck. It’s so big.”