Page 100 of Born into Sin

Dario looks over at me from the driver’s seat. “We’ll be at La Dolce Vita if you need us.”

“Sounds good. Thanks.”

I get out and let Sandro take my seat up front. My cousins have been invaluable since I brought them back to America with me, and as much as they love Italy, I can tell they’ve already made this place their home. Maybe Uncle Salvatore will feel better about things when he comes over for the wedding and sees for himself that this is where they need to be, that this city is our family’s future.

They leave as I go inside. The house is quiet, which isn’t all that unusual. Lucia is either cooking or sneaking a visit with Dr. Bianchi, Tony is most likely studying, because even though he’s no longer in med school, he’s still learning from the best doctor in the city and he needs to make damn sure he knows how to do everything that’s expected of him, and the rest of my men are off doing their jobs.

It won’t stay this calm for long, so I don’t waste any time. Hurrying up the stairs, all I can think about is my pregnant fiancée and how badly I want to see her again. She’d been tired when I’d left, so I let myself in without making a sound in case she’s sleeping. I’d been right to be quiet. Walking over to the bed, I run my eyes over Natalya’s sleeping form. She’s propped herself up a bit with the pillows to ease the pain from her cracked ribs, and the blanket she’s pulled up to her chin is hiding her from my view, and that’s not at all what I want.

Being careful to not wake her, I slowly pull the blanket off, revealing her body one tantalizing inch at a time. I smile at the sight of her in nothing but my T-shirt and a pair of pink, lacy panties. I love seeing her in my clothes, almost as much as I love seeing her out of them.

She’s in a deep sleep, and for the briefest of moments, I feel a slight twinge of guilt about not letting her sleep, but then she lets out a soft sigh and bends one of her legs, opening her thighs to me. I swear some part of her can sense that I’m here, and it’s all the invitation I need. Pulling a knife from my pocket, I open it and very carefully slide it under the thin piece of fabric at her hip. The lace splits with a sort of terrifying ease, and I know it would slice just as easily through her skin if I wasn’t being careful. I’m always careful with my principessa, though. The marks I’ve left on her body are nothing like the ones that cover it now. Alexei was a jackass who got off on causing her pain. I’m a monster who gets off on seeing her embrace a little bit of pain while in the throes of pleasure. We are not the same, and seeing his marks on her body makes me want to go and saw his dick off all over again.

Forcing him from my mind, I slide the tip of the blade along her other hip, cutting through the lace before putting my knife away. Her panties still cover her, the lace giving me a peek-a-boo glimpse of her smooth pussy. Positioning myself between her legs, I bring my nose to the thin scrap of fabric and breathe her in. Her scent drives me fucking crazy, and I fill my lungs with it, nuzzling her gently with my nose.

Sliding a finger under her panties, I pull the ruined lace down, exposing my fiancée’s pretty pink pussy to me. I bite back a groan and hover my mouth over her, exhaling onto her hooded clit. She’s not ready for me yet, not plump with her arousal, clit pulling back from its hood as her wetness spills from her lips, but my god she fucking will be.

Not wanting to wake her just yet, I very softly lick along one side of her pussy. She lets out a heavy sigh, but she doesn’t wake. I kiss and lick her soft lips, slowly making my way to her clit. Her body starts to respond, even as she continues to sleep. Her arousal coats my tongue, filling my mouth with the taste of her. I watch her mouth part on a sigh when I slowly start to kiss her clit. I cover her in kisses and licks, coaxing and guiding her body to the orgasm I want to give her.

Her clit swells for me as her pussy grows so wet she’s dripping from her folds. She lets out a soft whimper, and I know she’s close to coming and close to waking. Latching onto her, I grab her upper thighs and give her a good suck, pushing her over the edge.

Chapter 18

Natalya

Mind-blowing pleasure races through my body, ripping me from my dream and straight into an orgasm. Disoriented, I open my eyes and the first thing I see is Dominic’s dark eyes on mine, his bloodstained hands gripping my thighs, and his gorgeous mouth wrapped around my clit. He watches me come, groaning against my pussy at the sight of it. Instead of the pain that Alexei caused me, Dominic is giving me pure bliss to wash it all away.

“Dom,” I moan, barely able to catch my breath because of the shallow breathing I’m forced to do. My hands reach down so I can run my fingers in his hair, and when he rims my clit with his tongue, I rock my hips harder, greedy for more. “Don’t stop,” I beg, desperate for more pleasure, for a release from the pain that’s been a constant since Alexei put his filthy fucking hands on me.

Dominic watches me while giving me a slow lick, flicking his tongue at the last second like a smack to my clit. I tense in surprise, but when he blows a soft breath over my sensitive skin and flicks his tongue again, I fist his hair tighter and rock up for more.

“Someone’s greedy,” he whispers, ghosting his lips over my aching pussy in a teasing way that has me moaning his name again.

“I just want what you promised me,” I tell him. “I believe you said something about not leaving me unsatisfied.”

He grins and nuzzles his nose against my sex like he’s drinking in the scent of me. “I wonder how many orgasms it would take to satisfy my principessa.”

“Only one way to find out.”

His deep, sexy laugh pulls a big smile from me, and when I let go of his hair so I can run my fingers over the dried blood that’s covering his hands, he watches me with a raised brow, curious to see what I’ll do.

“I take it you made it there in time and that I no longer need to worry about the Zolotov Bratva.”

“I did, and you do not.” He kisses my inner thigh while keeping his eyes locked on mine, slowly working his way back to my pussy. “I cut his dick off for you, sweetheart, and then I took his balls. He died slowly and in excruciating pain.”

I try to muster up some guilt about what had to have been a truly horrific death, but I can’t do it. I don’t feel guilty about it. I just feel relieved that he’s gone and I don’t have to worry about him anymore.

Dragging my fingers along Dominic’s chiseled jaw, I whisper, “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for protecting you, principessa. Anyone who touches you is a dead man.”

I think about what he’s said, and then ask the question that’s been worrying at the back of my mind. “What happened to the guy who let Sveta and I into La Dolce Vita?”

He groans and runs his tongue up my slit. “You ask too many questions.”

“I asked one,” I point out, but he ignores me and slides his tongue into me, fucking me in slow strokes that force me to focus on my shallow breathing instead of wasting precious air on questions he’ll just continue to ignore.

“No fair,” I pant out, but he just laughs and grabs the backs of my thighs, spreading me wide so he can delve in even deeper.

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