His Possession

Chapter Thirty-Six:

EMILY'S POINT OF VIEW:

I sat against the headboard for some time, trying to think of what to do. My body still fluttered from Luca's touch, and I wanted to continue what was going on before, but I had no idea when he would be back. I didn't know what he was dealing with, and it worried me. Was it Damon? Was it his father? What was it? My mind hammered out thoughts like a race car, and I was beginning to grow a headache.

I got up from the bed and began to pace around the room.

My hand rested on my chin and I sorted through my thoughts.

Damon? Dangerous murderer. Also, a control freak.

Luca? My hot ass fucking Mafia man. Did I want to fuck him? Yes.

Marco? Complete psychopathic pervert.

I walked over to the dresser and ripped open the top drawer, wanting to find a bra that I could wear so I wasn't so exposed. I looked through the drawer curiously, and y eyes widened at what I saw in front of me. Lingerie, and lots of it.

My fingers reached up and touched the fabric, feeling it between the pads of my fingers. 

"What the actual fuck?" I muttered to myself and pulled out a red set, that had a sparkly top and lace that traveled all the way down to where the underwear would rest. I pulled out the matching cheeky underwear. My lips pulled into a smirk. It was nice, but a little too vibrant for me.

I continued searching through the drawer, pulling out a white version of it and smiling wider. It was perfect. Luca was going to shit his pants. I pulled out the set and tossed it on the bed, starting to get undressed and smiling happily to myself.

I walked over to the bed, stripping down and slipping on the bra and underwear. The bra complimented my skin tone nicely, and the underwear were slightly sexy. Overall, it was perfect. It showed off the right amount.

I climbed into bed, and slipped underneath the sheets, still smiling to myself.

"This is for all those times you've teased me." I mumbled to myself and curled underneath the warmth of the covers. My heart was still thumping in my chest, and my body was warm. I could still feel Luca's lips on my neck and his hands all over my body.

I rested my eyes for a few minutes, until I heard the bedroom door open again. I sat up instantly and smiled in the most seductive way I possibly could. "I was waiting for you..." My eyes trailed up slightly and I made contact with Vincent's wide ones.

I let out a small cry and threw the covers back over me and slammed myself back down onto the bed. "What the fuck!" I cried out from the sheets, trying to hide the redness growing on my cheeks.

"I-uh-I'm-I'm sorry Miss Watts, I was just trying to check on you. I didn't know you weren't decent. Well you are decent, not that you aren't decent. You're beautiful but, I-uh." Vincent was sputtering like a small child and I poked my head out from beneath the sheets, meeting his wide eyes again.

"It's alright, Vincent. But please knock next time? And let's not tell Luca about this?" I gave him a small nod and watched his face grow brighter.

"I-I'm sorry." He quickly said and closed the door in a rush.

I let out a small breath of hair, feeling completely uncomfortable now. Well fuck. This wasn't good. I ran my hands through my hair and laid back on the pillow. Was he going to tell Luca? No. He wouldn't. He would be killed if Luca found out.

A knock filled my ears, pulling myself out of my thoughts I sat up slightly, causing the sheets to fall past my breasts. "What is it?" The door suddenly opened and I noticed Luca standing in the doorway, his eyes trailed downwards.