The Bully

Chapter Seven

The next morning, Emily awoke to find Sonny already awake. He was lying propped up on his hand, while the other was tracing invisible shapes on her back. Yeah, she could really get used to waking up like this. "Morning," she rolled over and whispered with a sleepy little smile on her face.

"Morning, baby," he leaned down and kissed her softly. "How're you feeling?"

There was a throbbing soreness between her thighs but it wasn't bad and she told him that.

Sonny laid back down and pulled her to lay so that their chests were almost flush together. "How about we take a hot bath and then we'll go downstairs and I'll make you breakfast?"

Emily giggled. "You're going to spoil me if you keep it up."

"That's the plan, sweetheart," he kissed her quickly and let one of his hands travel south to gently but firmly grip her ass. "My queen gets treated like one. Let no one say that Sonny Corinthos doesn't spoil his woman."

"I love hearing you call me that," Emily beamed at him.

"What? Mine?"

"Yeah."

"Trust me, querida, you can't like hearing it more than I like knowing that it's true." He gave her ass a little squeeze. "I'm yours too, ya know. I'm not like other made guys. I don't go chasing everything with two sets of lips that walks past me. I'm faithful. I promise you that, baby."

Emily's heart almost melted completely. She wrapped her arms around his neck, their nude bodies now flush together. She couldn't help but feel his hard-on pressing against her thigh. "Sonny, I wouldn't be laying in this bed with you if I didn't trust you. I may not know a lot about you but I do know that, besides me and Carly, you were the only other person who supported Jason after his accident. I know that you stood up for me when Zander was being a creep. I know you helped Jason and Carly get custody of Michael away from A.J. Hell, they even named the kid for you. Made guy or not, all of that adds up to a good, decent man to me."

Whatever reaction Emily had been expecting, it certainly wasn't what she got. Sonny... kissed the hell out of her. That was the only way to describe the hard, hungry and desperate kiss that followed her words. When they pulled apart, Emily was left panting and desperately wanting to feel Sonny inside of her again, sore or not. "You know," she kissed the corner of his mouth. "I heard that when a woman's sore, the best place to make love is in the water. Can we go and take that bath now, baby?"

"Por Dios," Sonny mumbled to himself before giving her one last kiss and getting out of bed. "I'll go run the water."