Page 28 of Born into Sin

I feel her shoulders give a small shrug. “I thought we’d get to see your club, dance and have a bit of fun, and then sneak back home and never do it again.”

“You don’t think you would’ve ever tried to do it again?”

She gives a faint laugh, and I feel the heat of it against my neck. “No, I about had a heart attack climbing out of that window. I barely made it down the trellis. I’m not so sure I’m cut out for the dangerous life.”

It’s my turn to give a soft laugh at her confession. I squeeze her tighter against me for just a second and say, “Good.”

Her body molds to mine, fitting perfectly against me, and when I see the opening in the woods up ahead, I’m more annoyed than anything. I’m not ready to put her down yet. At the edge of the yard, I stand by Svetlana, scanning the property and trying to see any signs of anyone or any indication that something is off. Everything is quiet, though, and I know it would be buzzing with activity if anyone had realized these two were missing.

We sneak our way to the side of the house, and when I see the trellis in front of me, I instinctively pull her tighter against me again. I do not like the idea of her climbing back up there. She could’ve broken her goddamn neck if she’d fallen.

“Do you have your phone on you?”

She lifts her head and looks at me. “Yeah. Why?”

“Take it out and put my number in it.”

Reaching down, she grabs the small purse that’s resting in her lap and digs her phone out, adding me to her contacts when I give her my number.

“Text me so I have your number, and then text me again when you’re inside so I know everything’s okay.”

“Okay,” she whispers, sending me a quick text before putting her phone away again.

My eyes run over her lips, noticing again that the top one is slightly bigger, and all I can think about is how badly I want to close the distance and suck on it. I’m grateful for the dark, because I’ve been rock-hard since we left the club, and this painful erection won’t be going away anytime soon.

“I’ll go first,” Svetlana says, breaking the spell of Natalya’s full, sexy lips. “Thanks for everything tonight, Dominic. I promise we won’t do this again.”

“You better not,” I warn her. “This is a one-time thing. I’ll be calling your dads next time.”

She gives me another one of her dad’s cocky grins before hiking a foot up onto the trellis. She climbs it with surprising ease, and I make sure to look away, because I have no desire to see up her short dress. Only once she’s scurried into the window and whispered down, “I’m in,” does it occur to me that there’s no reason for me to keep holding Natalya.

Svetlana’s head disappears inside, but I still keep a tight grip on the young woman in my arms. I look up at the second-story window and shake my head. “I don’t want you climbing that.”

“I can’t walk in the front door,” she reminds me. “I’ll be fine. If I made it down, I can make it back up.”

“Barely,” I remind her, meeting her eyes again. “You said you barely made it down.”

“I’ll be fine,” she whispers.

“Promise me you’ll never do anything this dangerous again.”

She keeps her eyes locked on mine and whispers. “I promise I won’t.”

“Good girl,” I tell her, the words falling out of my mouth before I can stop them. Her lips part and not even the darkness around us can hide the blush that spreads across her cheeks. I lower her to the ground, but before I can stand back up, she surprises me by leaning closer and kissing my cheek while wrapping her arms around me for a hug.

“Thank you,” she whispers against the shell of my ear, and I barely have enough brain cells working to remember to angle my hips so she won’t feel my hard dick. My hand splays out along her back, and I pull her closer, breathing in the sweet scent of her before kissing her cheek and letting her go.

Standing back up to my full height, I lick my lips, desperate for the taste of her and using all the self-control I have and then some to resist pulling her back into my arms. This is ridiculous. I shouldn’t want her, and I can’t have her, so I should be marching my ass out of here and putting all this behind me, but instead my feet are glued to the spot I’m standing in and I’m nervous as hell at the thought of her scaling this damn trellis.

Gripping the flimsy-ass wood, she steps a heeled foot into one of the slats and slowly starts to make her way up. She’s barely made it three feet when her foot misses the next opening and she slips down. I quickly grab her, groaning at the feel of her round ass pressing against my dick. She sucks in a quick breath, feeling the hard length of me digging into her ass.

“Easy, principessa,” I whisper, digging my fingers into her hip to help steady her. She tries to get a better grip and ends up wiggling her ass, pulling a groan from me that can only be described as feral. “Jesus Christ, Natalya, get your sweet ass up this goddamn trellis right fucking now,” I grit out, knowing I’m at the end of my rope. She needs to get away from me, or I’m going to cross a line that neither one of us will ever be able to come back from.

She lets out a soft whimper as I give her hip one last squeeze and then push her further up the trellis, forcing distance between us. I can feel her body softly shaking, but she grips the wood tightly and slowly starts to make her way back up. Instead of looking away this time, I keep my eyes glued to the tiny dress that’s crept up even higher, exposing more of her perfect thighs and the barest hint of her ass.

Jesus, I’m going straight to hell.

I don’t start breathing again until she’s crawled safely into the window, her beautiful body no longer illuminated by the moonlight. She peeks her head back out to give me a cute smile and wave.

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