Page 44 of Born into Sin

“The idea that you could possibly be hurt by the idea that I might just want sex is very amusing to me, yes. You’re Dominic Alessi, Italian sex god come to life, and I’m just me.”

He lets out a soft laugh at my comment. “Italian sex god, huh?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I made an educated guess based on last night.”

He holds me tighter and closes his eyes while he lets out a masculine groan. “God, you’d looked so fucking sexy coming on my lap. And, Natalya,” he says, opening his eyes and waiting for me to meet his gaze, “you will never only be just you.”

I brush his messed-up hair off his forehead, dragging my nails along his scalp as his eyes darken even more. He’s right about what he said. Our being together feels impossible, but I can’t deny the pull I feel towards him. I want him, and I know he wants me. Cupping his face, I lower down so we’re almost touching.

“Do you want me?”

“You know I do,” he whispers against my lips. “It’s all I can fucking think about, but just because I want something doesn’t mean I can have it.”

“But I’m offering myself to you. I’m yours for the taking.”

He groans and digs his fingers into my waist, pulling me closer. “Don’t say that to me, principessa.”

I can tell he’s fighting his feelings for me. He’s trying to do what he thinks is right, and his nerves are on edge because of it. He hasn’t eaten or slept or even bothered to change clothes. He’s wound so tight he’s going to snap at any second, and I’m worried about him. The line of work he’s in doesn’t allow for mistakes, and the last thing I want is for him to get hurt. I want to take care of him, but I can tell by the stubborn way he’s clenching his jaw that I’m about to get a glimpse of the famous Italian temper if I push him too hard.

He watches me with wary eyes as I lower myself, sinking to my knees in front of him. With my hands on his thighs, I look up at him. “I want to make you feel better.”

Cupping my face, he runs his thumb over my lips. “You do, just by being near me, you do.”

I lean into his touch and slowly slide my hands up his powerful thighs. I feel the muscles tighten under my hands as he sucks in a breath.

“Natalya,” he warns, but I ignore him, stopping my hand right before it hits the obvious bulge in his suit pants. Jesus, this man’s huge. He strains against the fabric, and there’s nothing in the world that could keep me from inching my fingers closer and touching him. My lips part in surprise when I run my thumb over his head, feeling the shape and thickness of him. He hisses out something in Italian, but I’m too mesmerized by his cock to look away. I’m greedy to know every inch of him. My fingers run up his length, trailing along the top and sides, constructing an image in my mind and wanting to brand it there.

“More,” I whisper, looking up at him. “I want to see more.”

His jaws grind together, and the vein in his neck is trailing an obvious line down his throat. “No.”

The word is a harsh whisper, and I don’t like it, so I ignore him and bring my head lower, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock. My reward is another fast string of Italian as his fingers weave into my hair before he tightens his grip and lifts my face up.

“I’m trying to do the right thing here.”

“No,” I correct him. “You’re trying to do what you think is right without taking my opinion into consideration at all.”

“So you think it’s right for me to pull my cock out and slide it between your pouty lips? You think that’s the appropriate thing to do?”

I give him a small smirk. “Yes, I do. You made me feel good last night, and I can see how stressed you are. Let me make you feel good, Dominic. Please.”

He’s at war with himself, I see it so clearly on his face, but when I lower my head again and wrap my lips around his head as best I can and give him a soft squeeze, he groans and lets go of my hair so he can undo his pants.

“I’m going straight to hell for this,” he mutters.

I give his head another kiss. “Would it be worth it?”

His face softens when he cups my cheek and looks down at me. “Yes, principessa, it would be worth it. I’d suffer a thousand hells for just one touch from you.”

It’s impossible for me to hide my smile, and when he sees it, he gives me another sexy wink before slowly pulling his cock out.

“Jesus,” I whisper, because even though I felt like I’d just memorized it with my fingers, the reality of him is even bigger than what I’d concocted in my mind. Thanks to the internet, this isn’t the first dick I’ve seen, but it’s the first one I’ve seen in person, and he’s way bigger than anything I’ve seen online.

My eyes widen as I take in the size of him, and when I hear a soft laugh, I look up to see a pleased and amused grin playing at his lips.

“It’s bigger than I thought it’d be,” I admit.

“You felt me through my pants,” he reminds me.

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