Chapter 42: Trish and Emma II
Emma then turned to Trish, her expression sharp as she demanded, "If you want to keep my boyfriend, then give me power too."
Trish shook her head, her gaze steady. "I can't. The power I have is too destructive. You'd end up consumed by it."
Emma frowned, her lips pressing into a thin line.
Dave stepped in, placing a calming hand on Emma's shoulder. "Trish is right. But don't worry. I'm working on something else. Soon, you'll have your own power, one that suits you."
Emma looked back at him, her irritation easing as she nodded, though her pride still held strong. "Fine. But don't take too long."
She then glanced down at herself, chuckling lightly. "By the way, where are my clothes? I can't exactly go out in my underwear."
Dave smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You can find something in my bedroom—there's a dress that should suit you."
Emma raised a brow, smirking slightly at his suggestion. "Nice try, but you're not getting anywhere with me until I have my power." She let out a playful huff as Diana handed her clothes.
Dave chuckled softly, his hand gently trailing along Emma's arm as he leaned in closer. "I can't touch you, or what?" he asked, his voice teasing, eyes locked onto hers.
"I... mhm—" Emma began to respond, but before she could finish, Dave captured her lips in a fierce kiss, cutting off her words. His lips moved with a determined passion, and when he finally pulled back, he smirked. "Looks like I'll have to punish you a little."
His hands roamed, cupping her with deliberate intent, causing Emma's face to flush a deep red. Though she tried to pretend she was resisting, her body betrayed her true feelings, trembling under his touch. Anyone could see she wasn't really putting up much of a fight.