Page 40 of Born into Sin

I squeeze her hand back, touched by her sweetness. Women don’t selflessly give themselves to me like this, they always want something in return, but the innocent look in Natalya’s eyes makes it clear that she’s not expecting anything in return.

Reaching up, I run my finger lightly along her jaw, feeling my heart speed up when she parts her lips for me. I can’t resist dragging the pad of my thumb along her full, upper lip.

“I love that your top lip is slightly bigger than your bottom one. Do you have any idea how sexy that is?”

Her body gives a soft shudder. “No,” she whispers, and the same shudder runs through me when I feel the heat of her breath on my skin.

“Natalya.”

“Yes?”

“Be a good girl and eat your supper.”

Her pupils dilate at the good girl comment, but then disappointment floods them when I pull back and gently push her plate closer. I fill my own fork, forcing myself to eat the pasta instead of the beautiful, young woman sitting inches away from me.

I can tell she wants to argue with me, but her good sense and empty stomach win in the end. I try and hide my smirk when she takes a large bite of pasta, but she sees it and mutters something in Russian around her full mouth.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” Her brows raise while she tries so damn hard to appear clueless, but there’s a smile playing at her lips. I wonder if she has any idea how goddamn beautiful she is.

“I might need to learn Russian.”

“And maybe I’ll learn Italian.”

I give her a big smile, because the thought of her speaking my native tongue does things to me.

We spend the next several minutes in comfortable silence while we eat until she lets out a groan and pushes her nearly empty plate away.

“I can’t. No more.” She gives a dramatic flop back against the pillows.

“But you still have dessert,” I remind her.

She groans like she’s in pain and curls into a ball, hugging one of the pillows to her chest. “I can’t do it. Please tell her it was delicious and I’m sorry, but I can’t take another bite.”

“I’ll leave it up here. Maybe you’ll change your mind in a few minutes.”

I finish the last few bites of my own food and stack our plates before putting the tray back on the dresser. I grab the bottle of whiskey I keep in here and a glass, pouring myself a generous drink while I check my phone.

“Any news?”

I look over at her, enjoying the sight of her on my bed while I say, “No. No one’s found anything yet. One of my men brought your bag over, though. I can bring it up now if you want to change into your own clothes.”

She’s quiet for a few seconds, snuggling deeper into my bed. “Do you mind if I keep wearing yours?”

“Not at all. My home is yours for as long as you need it, principessa. You can help yourself to whatever you want.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Of course,” I say before I can think better of it.

The mischievous glint in her eyes has me regretting my words. She waves me over and then pats the bed. I take a long drink while walking closer like there’s an invisible thread connecting us and I’m powerless to break it.

“Will you sit with me?”

Against all my better judgement, I sit down, propping my back against the padded headboard. She doesn’t waste any time. In seconds, she’s flipped over onto her other side and snuggled her body up close to mine, resting her head on my chest and hiking one leg over mine. Fuck, she fits me perfectly. I quickly down the rest of my drink and set the glass on the nightstand. I should push her away, but I don’t. I wrap my arms around her small body and pull her even closer. Her arm wraps around my chest in a hug, her head rests on my shoulder, her face close enough for me to feel the heat of her breath on my neck, and her thigh reaches up even higher, flush against my waist as her pussy presses into my side.

It’s pure fucking heaven, even though we both know it’s nothing but sin.

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