Page 46 of Born into Sin

My eyes lift up at his words, meeting his dark eyes. He gives me an easy grin and then gives me a playful eye roll as he says, “Yes, I realize she’s not my daughter. That’s not what I meant, and you damn well know it. I just want you to know that I’m putting everything into this, and we will find the fucker who did it. You have my word on that. For now, she’s safe. Nothing can hurt her while she’s here. I won’t allow it.”

With his cock only semi-hard, I’m able to take more of him in, so I slide down, filling my mouth with him. His eyes widen ever so slightly as he watches me. He gives my cheek a soft warning tap, and I give him a good suck in return. His nostrils flare as he takes in a breath, and when I slip my hand under his shirt to rest it on his hard abs, he gives me a wink that makes my heart skip a beat.

He talks for a few more minutes, and I rest with my head in his lap, lazily sucking on his cock. It’s oddly relaxing, and when my eyes start to fall shut, I don’t fight it. His fingers alternate between stroking my lips and cheek and running through my hair and the sensations are downright euphoric. Everything this man does is orgasmic. He’s effortlessly sexy in a way that constantly makes me want to roll onto my back and spread my legs for him.

I hear him say goodbye and set his phone down, but I keep my eyes closed and give him another soft suck.

“Are you aware of what you’re doing, principessa?”

I crack my eyes open. “Hmm?”

He smiles and strokes my cheek. “Do you realize what you’re doing?”

I give him a look that must clearly say, Duh, I’m sucking your cock, because he lets out a soft laugh and taps my cheek again.

“It’s called cock warming, Natalya. Your sweet mouth is keeping me warm, just holding me without trying to get me off. It’s insanely erotic, and you did it without even thinking about it.”

I’ve never heard of cock warming before, and when I make no move to get up, he gives me an approving smile and strokes my cheek again.

“You want to keep doing it?”

“Mm-hmm,” I moan, still not ready to break our connection.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and I feel that praise in every cell of my body. I think I’d be willing to do just about anything if it got me a good girl in that sexy Italian accent of his.

“I need to make a few phone calls, and I want you to stay right where you are.”

I give a soft nod and then close my eyes again when he grabs his phone. This time the conversation is in fast Italian, making it easy for me to tune everything out and sink even deeper into the comforting, almost meditative zone this is putting me into. He keeps stroking my face and hair, and I settle into him, scooting a bit closer so I can rest my butt on my heels.

He stays in my mouth, even as a slight ache starts to form in my jaw, and I keep my lips wrapped around him. I give him the occasional suck, but mostly I just hold him, keeping our bodies connected until I start to get drowsy, even though I know I can’t possibly be tired. I would’ve thought it was impossible to fall asleep with a dick in my mouth, but I must because the next thing I know, Dominic is stroking my cheek and whispering my name.

“Hmm?” I moan, still feeling disoriented. He’s gotten bigger, and as he’s grown, I’ve slipped further down so it’s just his thick head between my lips now.

“You fell asleep, principessa, while softly sucking on my cock.”

I hear the awe in his voice and smile around him.

“I was supposed to be getting work done, but I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” He lets out a heavy sigh while running the pad of one finger along my jaw. “It kills me that I can’t keep you for myself.”

Before I can argue and tell him that he most certainly can, he’s reaching down and lifting me up like I weigh nothing and sitting my ass on the desk in front of him. Strong arms wrap around me, pulling me right to the edge as he scoots his chair closer so he’s positioned between my thighs. Resting his head against my chest, he drags his nose along the curve of my breast, inhaling deeply as he goes.

“I know you’re innocent, sweetheart, but I need you to tell me how innocent.”

I run a hand through the thick hair I’ll never be able to get enough of and press a kiss to his forehead. “I’ve never gotten on my knees and cock-warmed anyone before.”

His laugh vibrates against my chest, and it sounds so carefree and in complete contrast to the tough, hardened mafia boss he is. I like hearing it. I like seeing this side of him.

“I’m glad to hear that. What else haven’t you done?”

I sigh and keep running my fingers through his hair. “My family is very protective, and you know I didn’t have a normal childhood. Bodyguards have been watching me since I was born. The night Svetlana and I snuck out and went to your club, that’s the first time we’ve ever been alone without at least one set of eyes watching us.”

“I was watching you,” he reminds me, lifting his dark eyes to mine. “I couldn’t take my fucking eyes off you, principessa.”

He takes another inhale, like he’s trying to consume every part of me he can get and then kisses the curve of my breast again.

“Surely there were boys at school,” he murmurs against my chest. “Hidden moments in high school where the bodyguards couldn’t see you.”

I could lie and make myself sound a bit cooler and more experienced, but I don’t think I could ever lie to this man, so I answer honestly. “I never wanted any of them.”

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