Leo keeps his eyes locked with mine as he rubs his hand over my sensitive nub. It’s like heaven on earth. The water in the tub sloshes over the side but neither one of us comments on it.
I grip the side of the tub. “Leo,” I pant.
He rubs me harder. “You need this, sweetheart? Are you really this sweet? Can I even call you that?”
“Please.”
“You confuse me,” he admits in a rough tone.
“Please.” It’s the only word I can say.
Leo presses down with his palm, making my swollen nub sing with pleasure. It’s at that exact moment I find the release I didn’t know I was searching for. My body trembles as I let out a soft moan. I’ve never felt this relaxed in my entire life.
That is until Leo pulls his hand away and places it on my breast, gently twisting my nipple. I cry out.
“Are you real?” he asks. I stare back at him in shock and fear and confusion. After a beat, Leo lets me go, breathing heavy like he just ran a marathon.
“Leo?” I whisper.
“Do you want to tell me why you showed up on my doorstep? If you don’t tell me, Emma, I’ll be forced to bring you back to the cage.”
“I can’t say.”
He closes his eyes for a moment before looking back at me with resignation. “Fine then.” He leaves the bathroom and comes back with a silk nightgown. “Put this on. It’s time to bring you back to the cage.”
I force myself to stand up. Leo wipes me down with a towel as if I’m incapable of doing it myself before he places the silk nightgown on me. It won’t offer me any protection in the cold basement.
Leo doesn’t say a word as he brings me back to the cage and locks me inside and neither do I. It would solve all my issues if I just told Leo the full truth about my mother. But every time I think of her, I freeze. I can’t get the words out, even if the truth would save me.
Leo
After leaving Emma in my basement, I rush into my home office where I have the camera set up to watch her. When I made theplan to kidnapped Emma and her mother and put them in my cage to be used as leverage, I made sure to install a camera in the room so I could always keep an eye on them.
Of course none of this is going to plan.
Valentina is somewhere out there and none of us knows where. Not even Emma seems to know.
And as for Emma… fuck. She’s getting under my skin. I shouldn’t have pleasured her. I shouldn’t have given her an orgasm.
But I wanted to see her come on my hand. I wanted to see her get lost in pleasure, knowing I was the one making her that way.
It’s clear that she’s innocent. She acted like she had never been touched like that before. And while that may be true, that doesn’t mean she’s innocent when it comes to her father. She has to know something.
And even if she doesn’t, she can still be used against Alessandro. But if Alessandro doesn’t back down, I might have to hurt Emma and I’m not sure if I can do that. It’s one thing to put her in the cage. It’s another thing to deliberately hurt her. To cut her.
Fuck. None of this is going to plan.
The sooner Alessandro is dealt with, the better. Then I can let Emma go. There won’t be any need for me to keep her.
But if she’s working with her father, then she might try to rally his men against us if I let her go. Which would mean I would have to kill her. And the thought of killing Emma is not a thought I want to entertain.
I shut the camera off. She’s safely locked away in my cage. There’s nothing I can do about her tonight.
The only thing I can do is repeat the memory of her coming on my hand over and over again until it’s seared into my brain.
To get Emma off my mind, I go to one of Gabriel’s nightclubs. I own part of it. A nightclub is a great money maker in the mafia. A great way to funnel money through without the cops looking. Gabriel has most of them paid off anyway.
I order a whiskey and settle into a private VIP booth, trying to forget the mess I have got myself into. That’s when Isabella approaches me.
