“Yes.”
His Lordship: I know you’re lying if you say no. I heard you calling my name last night, babe.
Emmie: And I want you calling mine now.
His Lordship: I told you, babe. Only for you.
Emmie: It is for me. I’m asking for it.
His hand still doesn’t move, but my need to break his resolve is stronger than his restraint. I know it is.
Emmie: I want to know I’ve brought you to your knees without even being there.
His Lordship: You do. Every. Fucking. Day.
Unable to stop myself, I climb from the bed.
I’ve got a fire burning beneath my skin from watching him, and my blood is running at boiling point, but it’s not enough.
Storming through to the living room, I find Seb’s arse first where he’s got Stella pinned beneath him on the sofa.
“Room key,” I demand.
“Yes, girl,” he sings after pulling his lips from my girl.
“Nah, I ain’t touching him. Just proving a point.”
Seb stuffs his hand into his pocket and reveals his key.
“First door on the right.”
“Thanks.” I pluck it from his fingers and leave them to it.
I stop outside their door and send my next message.
Emmie: Show me. I want to see you calling my name.
He stares at the screen for a beat as I tap the key to the wireless pad and silently slip into their suite.
It takes a couple of seconds, but he sits bolt upright as realisation hits him.
Emmie: You’re not playing the game, Theodore.
Emmie: Show. Me.
Sucking in a breath, I swing his bedroom door open, revealing the man himself with his boxers around his thighs, his cock in his hand and a shocked-as-fuck look on his face.
“Busted, creep,” I say, resting my hip against the door frame as I run my eyes down the length of him. “Now. Show. Me.”
“Holy shit,” he breathes. “You were watching me?”
His chest rises and falls rapidly as we stare at each other, the air between us crackling so loud I’m sure the rest of the hotel guests are able to hear it.
A wicked smile curls at my lips.
“Payback is a bitch, Cirillo. You sneaky fucking bastard.”
His head falls back as he barks out a laugh, not giving two single shits about the fact that he’s been caught.
“How long?” I ask.
“How long what?”
“How long have you been watching me for?”
“Ages, babe. Although I must admit, to start with, it was just to watch you sleep the nights I couldn’t get there,” he confesses as easily as if we’re discussing the weather.
“So when did you start using it to watch me getting off?”
His eyes flash with heat, telling me just how much he’s been enjoying it.
“Since you came back.” Thankfully, he has the decency to look a little ashamed this time. “But I swear, I haven’t been listening to you with the girls, or your dad or anything.”
“So it was just to satisfy your sick and twisted mind that I still wanted you.”
“I already know you still want me, Hellcat.”
He shifts as if he’s about to get up.
“Don’t move,” I bark. “Hand over that control, Cirillo. Right now, it’s mine.”
His teeth grind so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if they just turned to dust.
“And what do you want from me, babe?” He tilts his head to the side, and damn it if the look on him doesn’t make me want him that much more.
“I’ve already told you. I want to watch you come apart just like you’ve been watching me. But you’re too fucking stubborn.”
“I told you, babe. I’m only coming for you.”
“So come for me. I’m standing right here.”
Unable to resist any longer, his hand moves, stroking up the length of his monster cock.
A deep groan rumbles in the back of his throat, sending a wave of heat rushing through me. But I lock it down.
This isn’t about me. It’s about him.
Lifting the screen, I hit the little red record button I spotted earlier and wait a beat to make sure it’s capturing this moment for me. Something tells me that I’m going to be able to make use of it many, many times in the near future.
“Hellcat,” he growls.
“Theodore,” I state, lifting a brow at him. “Don’t keep your wife waiting.”
“Fuck, babe,” he groans, falling back onto one elbow, and I really can’t complain because the definition of his abs from the move is fucking insane.
Hugging the tablet to my belly, I tuck my phone into my pocket and lift my finger to my mouth, biting down on it as he starts to stroke himself faster.
“I’m not gonna last,” he warns.
“At least you’ve done more than two pumps,” I tease. “Pretty sure a video of that would really ruin your rep after getting your arse kicked in the ring yesterday.”
The way his teeth clench tells me that he’s had some stick over it.
“Don’t care,” he grunts, his movements becoming more and more erratic.
“Nice try. We all know your reputation is everything. You want Daddy to approve. And getting your arse beat by a girl… I don’t think the big bad mafia boss will be anywhere close to approving of that.”
“I don’t care about him, Hellcat. I don’t care about anyone.”
“Oh?” I ask, more than happy to push him as he gets closer to his release.
“The only one I care about is you. Always you. Only fucking you.”
I gasp at the sincerity in both his eyes and his voice as he says those words.
But it’s not enough to put a halt to my plans.
“Stop,” I boom, pushing from the doorway and placing the tablet down before marching to the bed and looming over him, resting my palms on either side of his waist.
His chest heaves, his eyes are blown, and his skin is covered in a sheen of sweat. Sweat that makes my mouth water as I think about licking it from his tense muscles.
His breaths race out, fanning over my face, allowing me to smell the alcohol on it.
“Get dressed, Theo. We’re all going out to party.”
“W-what?” he stutters, clearly thrown for a loop in his haze of lust.
“You heard me. And don’t you dare finish that off. You need me to do it, remember?”
I push from his bed, ready to make my escape, but he comes to his senses enough to capture my wrist, hauling me back.
His hungry eyes burn into mine as I stare down at him sitting on the bed.
“Let. Go,” I hiss, tugging my arm free from his grasp. “Consider this punishment for invading my privacy.”
A smirk spreads across his face that makes my stomach clench.
“Aw, come on, babe. Admit just how hot it gets you, knowing that I was watching… listening to you when you cried out my name, wishing I was the one with my fingers buried inside you.”