Emilia

And then his lips crash into mine. An eager hand tangles into the back of my hair, pulling at my head until my mouth is right where he wants it. Deepening the kiss, he consumes me. His other hand comes to my hip, gripping desperately and bringing our bodies flush against one another. When he moans into my mouth, it lights a spark I haven’t felt in longer than I can remember. It’s want, need, and desire, all wrapped in this moment of pure, carnal exhilaration. I feel wanted. His body against mine as he handles me with such passion, fills the ever-present void that hasn’t been quenched since before he left me.

His lips are desperate. Almost pleading. Maybe for forgiveness. For understanding. Whatever he’s asking for, my body gives willingly. When his tongue parts my lips, I open myself up to him, moaning in response. With urgency, he reaches down the back of my thighs, lifting me and sliding his hands down the curve of my ass while my legs wrap around him.

Backing me up against the wall, his hands drop to pull my dress up around my waist, exposing my lower half while his mouth plunders mine in a punishing kiss. Within moments, I hear the sound of his belt as he sets himself free. In the next breath, he slides my panties to the side and enters me. The sound of our intertwined moans seems to fuel his desperation as he pounds into me, awakening every nerve ending in my core. It’s like fire and ice, burning and cooling the deepest parts of me and creating the most delicious friction.

His moans only heighten the euphoria. My insides quake as I feel him coming undone. At this point, nothing else matters. Nothing but the desire to relieve this burning, beautiful ache that throbs and sends waves of pleasure firing through my body.

“Fuck Emmie, Jesus you feel good…”

He continues to pound into me, deeper and harder, with a punishing speed that adds a touch of pain. Closing my eyes, I take in the sensation, craving the explosion that’s just out of my reach. With his free hand, he cups my breast and pinches my nipple, bringing about a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

“Goddam baby. Fuck, I missed you. I’m sorry I left. I had to. To keep you safe.” He pants against my ear in between heaving breaths.

The words are likely meant to push me over the edge, but land like a bucket of ice water instead. In an instant, I remember everything he’s done. The divorce papers. How he left and never reached out to let me know he was safe or that the girls and I were in danger. It snaps me out of the sexual fog and lands me back in the dirty old cabin. The feel of the moist wood, as it splinters against my back with each of his thrusts, makes me gasp in both shock and pain. Mistaking the sound as pleasure, he speeds his thrusts, pumping into me two, three, four more times before grunting and filling me with his release.

The warm stickiness that pulses into me adds insult to injury. Shame wraps its icy claws around my chest as I’m struck by the gravity of my failures. Tears spring to my eyes, and a desolate sob breaks through my swollen lips. When he realizes I’m crying, he pulls out of me and gently drops my legs to the floor as he continues to steady me.

“Emi?” Lifting my chin, he forces my gaze to his.

One look.

That’s all it takes for us to realize this is the end.

There’s nothing left of our relationship worth salvaging. 

The severity of our mistakes sits between us like a giant boulder too great to be overcome.

Dropping his head, he says, “I’m so sorry, Emilia. I never meant to hurt you.”

Barely able to contain my emotions, I nod. Pushing away from him, I wipe the tears off my face, then work to pull my dress back into place. Stepping into the living room, I wrap my arms around my chest and take a moment to breathe through quiet sobs. I’m not only sad, but ashamed. And so damn sick that once again I let myself be used. Don’t I deserve so much more than this?

“Is there a bathroom?” I ask with my back still to him.

“Um, yeah. Right through there.”

I turn just enough to see where he’s pointing, then make my exit. Slamming the bathroom door behind me, I turn to find an old-style bathroom with a green toilet and matching green pedestal sink. The look and feel align with the rest of the crusty old cabin, which only amplifies my desire to get away from this place.

At the sink, I turn the knob, relieved when the crystal clear water trickles into the stained sink. With my purse dumped on the side of some sidewalk, and the primitive facilities around me, I have no choice but to use my panties to get myself clean. After rinsing them under the cold water, I frantically wipe away all remnants of him while wishing I could just as easily erase this day from existence. Overwhelmed, heaping sobs burst forth, the sounds of devastation wrapping themselves around me and binding me to my shame. How could I have let this happen?

Looking up, I catch sight of myself in the mirror. Streaks of this morning’s makeup run down my face, while my carefully styled top knot is disheveled and loose. With bloodshot eyes and red puffy lips, the girl who stares back is a perfect depiction of how battered and broken I feel.

“Embree, it’s me. Open up.”

Lucas. At the sound of his voice, I burst through the door and jump into his arms. Wrapped in the warm safety of his embrace, I can finally breathe. Certain of the protection he’s offering, I bury my face in the crook of his neck and let myself fall apart.

“What did you do to her?” he growls. Fearing he’ll let me go, I tighten my hold around him. “Shh… sweetheart. It’s okay. Tell me, did he hurt you?” When I shake my head no, he brings a hand to the back of my head to comfort me.

“She’s fine. We just talked.” Creed bites back, sounding annoyed at Lucas’s question. Though it appears he wants to say more, he’s cut off when Nero growls.

“Sit the fuck down asshole, before we let our four-legged friend feast on you.” I recognize Ben’s voice. His tone only adds to the tension stifling the room.

When Lucas reaches for the hand I’m trying to hide behind my back, I try to pull away, to no avail. Reaching through my fingers, he takes the wet garment from me, giving it a brief look, before his body tenses with rage.

Embarrassed and not wanting to make things worse, I pull his gaze to mine and whisper, “I’m okay, Luc. I swear to you. Please let it go.”

“Did he…”

Adamantly, I shake my head no. “I’ll explain. Later. Please.”

With a nod, he turns to look at Creed. The murderous glare on his face leaves no doubt he has some idea of what happened between us. But a knock on the door interrupts the stare-down, and I watch in shock as Lucas and Ben draw their weapons.

When the door opens, Dominick enters, holding a gun to none other than Special Agent Carter Hunt. Behind them Mason follows, his weapon pointed at a red-haired woman I’ve never seen before. When I gasp, Lucas positions himself in front of me, his hand never leaving mine.

“Put your weapons down. They’re here to help.” Creed tells my rescuers before Nero lets out a warning bark.

“No can do since that’s the fucker who showed up at her door to threaten her.”

“Damnit, Ben. Listen to me, he’s with me. He’s been looking out for her and helping me steer clear of the assholes trying to kill me. He’s with me and so is she.”

The way Creed says it reminds me of what Agent Kessler implied about Creed and the red-haired girl he took to the FBI family events instead of me. Stepping around Lucas, I look at her.

“It was her, wasn’t it?” I direct the question at Agent Hunt. “The girl your partner told me my husband was with.”

Her mouth falls open. With her hands out in front of her as if to calm me, she takes a step toward me. “It’s not what you think. We work together in a professional capacity. My name is Maxine Halder. Agent Hunt and I have been assigned to keep your husband safe. To help him with whatever he needs as he continues his investigation.”

“Look, we’re wasting time. We brought you here for a reason. We have a plan. A way to keep Emilia and my girls safe, but for it to work, we need your help.” With his elbows on his knees, looking completely spent, Creed looks at the men standing around us.

“Fine. Start talking.” Ben retorts.

“There’s one more person we’re waiting for. She should be here…” A knock at the door interrupts him.

Mason, who is closest, looks through the peephole. “What the…”

Annoyed, Creed demands, “For god’s sake, just let her in.”

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Author’s Note: 

I don't know what else to say about this chapter other than, wow! So much is revealed in this one scene, and yet there are still so many unanswered questions.

And that interaction between Creed and Emilia...yikes!  It's crazy how strong emotions can sometimes drive us to make the wrong decisions.

I'd love to know what you think of this chapter and the information that was revealed. How do you feel about what happened between Emilia and Creed? Who do you think is at the door?

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