Page 42 of Born into Sin

I slide my thumb along her pussy, running up her slit until I find what I’m looking for. She breaks our kiss on a gasp when I give her a firm rub.

“Jesus,” she pants, making me smile.

I give her a wink. “Not quite.”

The smile she gives me lights up her whole face, and I can’t help but tell her exactly what I’m thinking.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I kiss her again, murmuring against her lips, “So fucking stunning it takes my damn breath away.”

I rub her faster, knowing it’s not going to take her long. She lets out another whimper, furrowing her brows and blushing even deeper. I can feel her getting shy on me, and I don’t like it. When she tries to duck her head, I press the pad of my thumb firmly against her, refusing to rub her like she needs me to.

Her eyes are filled with confusion when she looks up at me.

“Don’t hide yourself from me.” Leaning closer, I give her top lip another suck. “I don’t ever want you to hide any part of yourself from me. I want it all. Don’t hide and don’t fight what I’m trying to give you.”

She nods her head, letting out a whimper of pure need when I slowly circle her clit, teasing her until her breaths are soft, little pants and her thighs are shaking. “Come for me, principessa. Give me what I want.”

Her fingers grip the back of my hair when I rub her harder. I kiss her slowly, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, and right before she comes, I wrap my fingers around her slender neck and pull her back so I can see her face when the orgasm hits her. Her heart races beneath my thumb while my other hand keeps working her. Her beautiful eyes widen and then go glassy and heavy-lidded as she moans my name and rocks her hips, increasing the friction and her pleasure.

She looks like the perfect mix of innocence and pure sin, and I swear all it would take is one touch of her hand on my cock and I’d be joining her, coming in my pants like a fucking teenager.

“Fuck,” I growl in Italian, tightening my grip on her neck and pulling her close again so I can kiss her. With my thumb still rubbing her clit in soft circles, I slide my tongue between her lips, needing to taste her again. Her body shudders against mine with her aftershocks, and when she becomes too sensitive and tries to squirm away, I smile against her lips and gentle my touch, stroking her softly until she melts in my arms.

God, I really should not have done this. Letting go of her is going to be hard enough, but how the fuck am I supposed to do it after knowing what my name sounds like spilling from her lips as she comes?

I’ve just made things a million times harder on myself, but even knowing that doesn’t make me push her from my arms.

If anything, I hold her tighter, wishing like hell I could keep her for myself.

Chapter 8

Natalya

Slumped against Dominic’s hard chest, I try to muster up the strength to move, but I can’t. He’s stuck with me in his lap for the foreseeable future, and he doesn’t seem to mind. His arms are wrapped around me, holding me tight while his fingers run through my hair and he whispers something in Italian that sounds just as beautiful as he is. Everything about this man is perfect. Well, except for the tiny detail that he’s friends with my dad and a wee bit forbidden. Aside from that, he’s fucking perfect.

With my belly full and my body still humming with pleasure from the orgasm he just gave me, I lose the strength to keep my eyes open. He feels me soften even more and kisses the top of my head.

“Go to sleep, principessa. I’ll watch over you and make sure you’re safe.”

I snuggle in deeper, never wanting to leave the warmth of his body. I know he’ll do what he says and that there’s nowhere safer I could be.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Dominic,” I whisper, seconds away from sleep.

“You can always come to me, Natalya. I will always be here for you, principessa.”

His fingers run through my hair, calming me in a way I hadn’t thought possible. I feel completely at peace, and for the first time since seeing him at the farmhouse, I fall asleep easily, without a care in the world.

The next morning I wake to an empty bed and enough sunlight in the room to let me know I’ve overslept. Stretching my arms and legs, I smile at the memory of last night. Dominic had unknowingly given me my first kiss and my first orgasm that didn’t involve just me and my imagination. I had no idea anything could feel that good. I know how to bring myself pleasure, and up until last night I always thought I was pretty damn good at it, but he took things to another level, one that I hadn’t even known existed.

At some point he must’ve tucked me under the covers and when I sit up, I see the bag my sister packed for me in the corner and a new tray of food waiting for me on the dresser. As stuffed as I’d been last night, I’m famished now and the thought of more of Lucia’s cooking has me pushing back the covers and hopping out of bed. I nearly groan when I see the kettle of coffee and quickly pour myself a cup. It’s still steamy hot, and after I put in a healthy dose of sugar and cream, I take a big drink and look at the rest of the tray.

“Damn,” I whisper, eyeing the homemade croissants. Taking the biggest one from the plate, I bite into it and groan my appreciation. It’s filled with strawberry jam and it melts in my damn mouth. A girl could get used to this. I don’t even bother sitting down. I just stand by the window that looks out onto his lush lawn and finish my croissant and coffee. Even though his house is in the city, it still feels private. The entire property is gated, and as I watch, I see several guards walking around, making sure everything is secure. I can’t see any weapons, but I know they’re armed.

Pouring myself one more cup of coffee, I grab my bag and head for the bathroom. I love wearing Dominic’s clothes, but I want to look nice for him when I see him again. My bandaged feet are barely sore today thanks to him, and when I peek under the band-aids, nothing looks infected or inflamed, so I decide to chance a shower.

Digging through my bag, I send a silent thanks to Mia for packing everything I could possibly need. She even threw in my favorite summer dress and sandals. After brushing my teeth, I strip down and then step into his ridiculously huge shower. My first thought is that it could hold four people easily, and then my second thought is a completely unwanted visual of Dominic in here with several women. It’s the last thing I want to think about, but once it pops in my head, I can’t stop thinking about it. He’s forty-three. There’s no way in hell he’s been living a celibate life, and that adds up to a fuck-ton of women, and Dominic is insanely gorgeous, so that means the women he’s been with have probably been just as good looking. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, and suddenly those two cups of coffee and huge croissant aren’t feeling so great as they swirl around while I worry myself into a stomachache.

The pep in my step is gone, and not even the comforting, familiar scent of his body wash can pull me out of my funk. Last night had been special to me, amazing and life-changing even, but it had probably been nothing to him. I mean, he hadn’t even gotten to come. God, he must think I’m pathetic, the sad virgin that he got off while we were both fully clothed. Exciting times for him, I’m sure.

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