Own You

Chapter 26

"I told you I was gonna start dinner first." I say as I try to walk past him to leave the closet.

With my hand on the knob, he blocks my path by putting his hand on the other side of the door frame.

"Doesn't matter what you said. I wanted you. I waited for you," Emilio says as he uses his other hand to run his fingers through my hair. "And what do I find when I enter the kitchen? You staring at Zhou like you wanted to give him your pussy right then and there? Do you want him, Mya? Are we not good enough for you, baby?" Emilio says, resting his hand on the back of my neck.

He squeezes hard, and I moan in protest, but I don't move away. I know what this is about, and it barely has anything to do with Zhou. Emilio hasn't abused me in a while and that sick part of him is dying to hurt and degrade me. I've come to understand that Emilio is a twisted fuck and there isn't much I can do to keep him from hurting me. If he wants to force himself on me, he'll do it and no one will stop him.

"Speak up, Mya," he says, now choking me with both hands.

I grab at his wrists, but I don't pull them away, again submitting to the pain and degradation.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you think I wanted him. I was just thankful to have someone else helping in the kitchen, is all. In fact, he barely spoke to me outside of asking what needed to be done for dinner. Caleb and I talked mostly, and he would talk to Zhou as they drank. So, I haven't disobeyed you, Emilio." I say hoarsely from the pressure on my throat.

"Oh, you think you didn't? Then why, oh why," Emilio says with his mouth close to mine, a hand slipping from my throat to my still wet vulva. "Did you look so enamored with him? That look you had in your eyes, the way you smiled, I haven't seen that smile in a long time. Not since the days of Sylvia and your ultimate lover, Borya," he says, putting emphasis on that name.

He knows how it affects me to hear the name of my one true lover; before I can cry about it, Emilio steals a deep longing kiss.

"You've never smiled like that for me...and I hate it," Emilio states, kissing me between every few words. "I want that look, Mya. I need that look right now." He whispers against my lips.

Before I can respond to his words, Emilio crushes his lips against mine. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, and I groan at the taste of him. I hate the way he tastes, all of my men are unique in how they think, act, their likes & dislikes, smells, and tastes. But tasting Emilio's kiss makes me feel sick every time. Emilio works his fingers faster and deeper, his mouth crushing against mine as I fight for air.

I can taste the liquor on his tongue and I almost gag. Instead of squirming around and trying to push him away, I bite his bottom lip hard, and he groans in agony. Emilio pushes me away from him and holds his hand to his mouth. When he pulls his hand away, there's blood covering his hand and dripping down his lip.

"You stupid fucking bitch!" Emilio yells and lunges for me.

I scream 'no', and he only ignores me. Emilio punches me in the face and I can feel my nose crack. I fall to the floor in the closet and my vision is dazed. Thankfully, I fell on my back and not my stomach. But this leaves me at Emilio's mercy. I try to focus my vision, but everything is still blurry.

Pressure above me pins me in place, and I can see the silhouette of him and his crazed eyes. The color of the brown and green contrasts against the darkness of the closet, they are the only thing I can focus on. As he rips off my towel, he takes my left nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. I can feel him unzipping his pants, and before I can react, he's inside me.

Emilio doesn't take it easy on me either, he fucks me hard and bites at my sore nipple as he grunts and groans his frustration into me. His hands come up to my neck as he continues to fuck me harder than he has before, his mouth never leaves my nipple either. He added more pressure to my neck and my pussy moistens before clenching onto his length.