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While he pushed his pelvis between my legs and his tongue played around mine, the butterflies fluttered around in my stomach and brought me the purest feelings of happiness.

He was probably right. I could just be myself with him. Without fear of judgment, without fear of disappointment and without fear that all he wanted was my body.

After all, he could have anyone, so it certainly wasn't because of my body that he wanted me with him. There was more that connected us, as if it was destiny that his injury had brought him to me.

But the more beautiful this moment, the more excitement there was suddenly between us, the more painful it felt when he suddenly broke away from me and left only emptiness.

"I'll call Hektor right away," he breathed with a thoughtful look, and when I saw Hekter, the butterflies in my stomach instantly disappeared. "He will drive you to your place where you can get everything you need and then we'll meet at the apartment."

I immediately nodded and was just grateful for that. Of course I thought this villa was beautiful, but I definitely didn't want to meet his father. Something in me balked at the very idea, and since my apartment made me feel just as bad about Carlos, I was relieved that this little apartment had become a kind of sanctuary for us.

"Why don't you come with me?" I asked into the emerging silence and looked at him while his eyes were suddenly only on my bare breasts and he seemed to be lost in thought.

"Emilio!" I admonished, giggling, splashing some water in his face and he suddenly looked at me with wide eyes.

"You didn't really do that, did you?" he asked in a hoarse voice and I knew he wanted to sound menacing, but I just thought he was cute with that stunned look. There was nothing left to fear.

"And if so?" I breathed challengingly and immediately I felt his hand on my middle, whereupon I closed my eyes and groaned excitedly.

"Spread your legs wide, butterfly," he suddenly commanded in a dark voice, and I gladly did as he circled my sensitive area with his thumb.

My eyes locked on his and I felt insatiable around him. Especially when I lost myself in his depths and he was way too good at touching me for me to want to stop, which is why I could feel my climax coming right after that...

But then, just before I could have let myself go, he pulled his hand back with a dirty grin, standing up so that his cock was right at eye level with me and I sighed in frustration.

"You want to punish me for squirting water by not letting me cum?" I asked, tense from this unfulfilled lust, looking up at him, where I saw with wide eyes how the water poured from his black hair down over his muscular chest ran.

Surely my mouth was slightly open from this beautiful sight, but I didn't notice it for the sheer staring...

...but he...

"You shouldn't look up at me with that innocent expression, butterfly. It gives me the wrong idea," he whispered, putting his hands on my cheeks, but before I could go any further, I got up frantically and almost was slipped.

Sex yes...but I hadn't done oral sex yet and I didn't want to bring him any kind of disappointment after all.

"I think it's overkill," I then whispered into the silence while Emilio helped me out of the hot tub and eyed me in amusement at my sudden insecurity.

"What?" he asked calmly and politely helped me into my bathrobe.

"For denying me my climax just because of some water on your face," I let him know and he suddenly looked at me in complete amazement.

"You really are insatiable."

"I've only just started," I grinned, knowing that everything I'd done and said for the last few hours would surely haunt me. It was like strong alcohol. You confidently did things that you later felt ashamed of. But I was Torres drunk and hoped that everything would stay in my memory.

Emilio just grinned as if he was proud to have found me and led me with his hand behind my back through the dark hallway to a door, which he obligingly opened for me.

I hesitantly walked in and took in the beautiful bed and the massive wardrobe, but even though it was nicely furnished, this room gave me a really sinking feeling in the stomach. The apartment somehow belonged only to us, but the ghosts of his exes hovered here and I didn't want to compete with them. Especially since I'm sure Emilio still saw me as an insecure virgin, even though I was just beginning to enjoy his dominance.

"Here," Emilio handed me a wide t-shirt, white socks, and gray sweatpants, which I immediately swapped for the bathrobe while he changed into a dark shirt and light-colored jeans.

"Emilio?" I asked him calmly when we were both dressed and he was only busy putting our bathrobes on the bed.

When he looked at me, I swallowed hard.

"Why are you coming with me? Why does Hector have to accompany me?"

His eyes seemed ice cold for a moment, but he quickly recovered himself and came towards me. I felt like he was hiding something from me...

"Please don't ask me. I don't want to tell you the truth, nor do I want to lie to you."

"Why not? So, why am I not getting the truth?" I demanded, but he ignored my question at all. He just grabbed my wrist and pulled me back into the hallway, where we immediately took the stairs down and out the front door together.

"Because I don't want you to see me as I can be when you're not with me," he breathed suddenly and then gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek, before simply disappearing to one of the many sports cars.

"Isalie?"

I watched Emilio briefly as he got into the black Porsche and only when he roared the car several times did I turn to Hector, who was holding Arco on a black leash and giving me his creepy smile again.

Emilio drove past us at a fast pace and while I was still glancing after him, Hector ran to the back door of the limousine and politely held it open for me.

"Thanks," I murmured to Emilio in my mind and reluctantly got into the limousine. Arco jumped in right after me and lay down in the wide footwell in front of me.

Then, as the car started to move, I looked out the window and was only worried.

Not about what happened to me. Nor about what could become of me and Emilio...

...I was worried about him.

Although he claimed that everyone had their burdens to carry, I didn't feel that way at all. Just the idea that his sister had enough problems with her allotted fate and still had to suffer at the hands of her father tore me apart and brought pangs in my heart that were almost unbearable.

How I would have liked to do something instead of just idly watching, but as long as Emilio didn't open up to me, all I could do was prove to him that I would be there if he needed me.

"We're here," Hector snapped me out of my desolate thoughts and it took me a moment to collect myself and look ahead at him.

"I'll be right back," I replied, taking the keys he held out to me.

A last look at Arco on the floor and I left the car to walk across the narrow street to my front door, which seemed completely strange to me. My hands were shaking slightly, my breathing quickened and my subconscious wanted to remind me what Carlos had done to me, but I shook my head and didn't let it. This bastard shouldn't become a part of me...

I opened the front door with my head held high and entered my own hell. Forcing myself to be strong, I quickly ran across my office to my bedroom. With my eyes fixed on my closet, I wanted to quickly pack up everything I needed, but then, all of a sudden, a hand went over my mouth and my body was pressed against the closet with full force, so that I groaned in pain and the first tears came into my eyes eyes were driven.