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He turns to look at me, eyes burning with conflict. “This relationship.”
“What in God’s name would make you think I want out of this relationship?” I gape at him in horror. “Babe, what has gotten into you?”
I knew Emerson was set to marry a woman of his father's choosing from the beginning of our relationship. Before I tasted him for the first time, before he buried his cock deep inside me and made me his. It never bothered me because Emerson made it known that even though by law he would be tethered to another, in his heart I’d always be his and he would be mine. And that was enough for me.
Often, I’d dream that the woman he was meant to marry would be sweet, kind, and loving even though she would be forced to live in a world so dark and cruel like ours. And I hoped she would not only love Emerson but me as well.
That dream came crashing down when I met his betrothed, Carmella. She is a stunning Italian woman within a well-respected mafia family, but she’s a bitch. Every time she sees me, she looks at me like I’m the dog shit stuck to the bottom of her designer shoes. I hate her.
It pisses me off that Emerson has to be tied to that witch. I can feel her eyes glaring at me every time we’re in the same room together. To the outside world, Emerson and I are best friends and business partners, but his father and the people who work within the house know we’re more.
His father allows him to engage in these sinful ways with me, as his father would say. That’s an easier pill for him to swallow than admitting his son, for the most part, does whatever he wants. As long as we understood that from his wedding day and beyond, he would cut off any romantic and sexual relationship with me.
Emerson agreed to appease his father, but he made it clear to me that no matter who he married, I wasn’t going anywhere.
So why is he asking me, all of a sudden, if I want out now? What would make him think for a moment that I’d take it? He lets out a deep, heavy breath, his shoulders falling with the weight of his words. “That meeting my father just summoned me for? Well, turns out I’m no longer betrothed to Carmella. She’s come out as a lesbian and has been ostracized. My father wants nothing to do with her any longer, nor does he want to have her name tied to this family in any way. He’s already found a replacement, apparently, and I’m to be married to this new woman in June.”
“What?” I whisper, blinking at him in surprise. “Wow.” I breathe out and sit down on the windowsill. This is not what I was expecting the meeting to be about. I’d be lying if I said I'm not a tad hurt that his father didn’t just let us be together finally.
Em and I are both bisexual and while this engagement to Carmella has always been looming over us, I always hoped we’d find a third on our own. A woman to accept us and want us together as we are. Someone Emerson would defy his father for.
“The woman is Tobin Caputo’s niece. I don’t know much about him or his family other than the few things my father has mentioned over the years, but my father is insistent that she will be the one I marry.”
“Okay. But why are you giving me an out? It never mattered to me before who you were with, and you know it doesn’t matter to me now.” I breathe, my fingernails clutching at the wood as I try to ground myself to the here and now. “Do you not want to be with me anymore?” I ask, my gut sinking at the thought. I think I’m going to be sick.
Thankfully, he puts me out of my misery fast. “Of course, I want to be with you, Alistair. There should never be a question of my love for you. The only reason I ask this of you is because we don’t know this woman. Hell, my father hasn’t even told me her name, nor do I care to learn it.” His gaze holds me still, imploring me. “You’ve gotten used to the idea of Carmella becoming my wife, knowing well enough she wouldn’t demand anything from me outside being my arm candy at events and producing an heir. I’m not sure what this new woman will want, what she will expect of me. Of us.” His voice is thick with emotion, in a way I haven’t ever seen before. “You know me, Alistair, I don’t have it in me to be cruel to a woman unless she deserves it. While I don’t think I could ever love another… if she asks more of me, expects a true relationship, I don’t know if I’ll be able to deny that. Would you be alright with sharing me?”
“Will you tell her about us?”
“If I believe she’s trustworthy enough to keep our relationship to herself, then yes. But you could still end up only getting me when I have a free moment, and those may be few and far between once she’s added to the mix. You deserve more than that.” He says the words callously, as if he is angry at himself, rather than the situation. Before I can speak, he does. “I don’t know what's going to happen, Alistair. I never want you to think you're lesser than, that you mean nothing to me, because you mean everything to me.”
A smile graces my lips. “I’ve told you time and time again, my love.” I stand so that I’m nose to nose with the sinfully handsome man I’m madly in love with, meeting his gaze head on. “I know the way our world is. And I accepted that years ago. I know how you feel about me, so it doesn’t matter how I have you, as long as I get to have you.”
The part of me that died hoping for a third in our relationship, flickers to life again. I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but I can’t help it. It’s who I am. On the outside, I might look like a big scary man with lethal hands, and while the latter is true, I’m really just a hopeless romantic.
So if there is a chance this new woman is different, perhaps more suited for Emerson than Carmella, there’s a chance my dream might come true, after all.
His eyes flick down to my lips, the attention making me lick them expectantly. A low growl rumbles in his chest, and he grabs the back of my head, crushing his lips to mine. I moan as his tongue demands entrance, and I happily give it to him. Doesn’t he understand? I would give him anything he asks, no matter how difficult. He kisses me like he can’t get enough of me, his hand finding my stiff cock. “Always ready for me, aren’t you, my needy little whore?” he bites out, his words making my cock twitch.
“Yes,” I moan against his lips, the need to be filled by him again hitting me hard.
“And who am I to deny my man?” He brings me over to the bed , ripping the robe from my body. I get to my hands and knees on top of the bed, presenting him my ass.
Emerson fucks me until I’m screaming his name and cumming all over the sheets. Again.
After he cleans me up, we sit on the bed and he grabs his laptop.
“What are you doing?” I ask. He rarely does work outside his office.
“I’m making your fantasy come true before everything changes. It’s the least I can do with how amazing you’ve been about everything.”
He pulls up a website that says Wicked Temptation Key Party. “Key party?”
He nods his head. “I came across this the other day. I saved the page just in case. It’s a charity event, so the buy-in to attend is going to a good cause. We have to get some testing done in order to be accepted, but that won’t be an issue.”
“So what are you saying?” I smile up at him.
He looks down at me with one of his half grins. “You’ve always wanted a third to join us. And I can’t guarantee that it would ever happen outside of this, but at least I can give you one night.”
