Page 48 of Born into Sin

He gives me a slow, sexy smile and leans his body over mine so he can kiss me. It’s just as passionate as every kiss he gives me, but it’s a lazy kiss, an I’m completely satisfied and happy kind of kiss. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him closer, and when our lips finally part, we’re both panting for air.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispers against my lips, “but you’re impossible to resist, principessa.”

“You definitely should’ve done that, and you better do it again soon.”

He lets out an adorable laugh and gives me another kiss before standing back up. He looks down at me and groans. Putting his hands on either thigh, he gently spreads me wide again, eyeing the mess he made on me. With a determined look on his face, he runs a finger along my smooth pussy, covering his finger in cum before very slowly pushing it inside me.

“Fuck,” I gasp. My body clenches around him, gripping him tightly as he slowly slides in. He murmurs in Italian while he fingers me gently, pulling out so he can soak his finger again before slipping back inside. He keeps doing it until I’m clean and my pussy is full. I should be worried. I’m not on birth control, and even though the chances aren’t nearly as high of getting pregnant this way, it does still happen. It’s not completely unheard of. But instead of freaking out and crawling my ass off his desk, I rock my hips, meeting the slow thrusts of his finger.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” His voice is still more of a growl, accent thicker than usual. “I’ve never felt anything as good as your tight little cunt wrapped around my finger, never tasted anything as good as the way you taste when you come on my tongue, and never once have I ever allowed my sperm inside a woman.”

He groans and gives me one more slow thrust before pulling his finger out and bringing it to my lips, offering it to me. I don’t hesitate. Opening wide, I latch onto him and suck him in. His eyes darken, almost closing in ecstasy as he watches me taste us.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, principessa?” he whispers, not understanding this thing between us any more than I do. I just know it’s there, and that there’s no use fighting it.

I’m just about to tell him that when there’s a knock at the door that freezes me in place, and it’s only after I hear someone yelling in Italian and not Russian that I’m able to relax enough to take a breath.

Dominic hollers something back and then gives me an apologetic look before pulling my dress back down. I know we can’t stay in his office all day, but I was hoping for a little more time to get myself together before having to face anyone else. I don’t know how in the hell I’m going to pull off hiding how I’m feeling. I’ve never been good at it, and that’s with little things, not massive secrets like Dominic Alessi just made me come with his mouth and then stuffed me full of his sperm secrets.

He senses my fear and cups my face. “Relax, principessa. I don’t know what’s happening between us, but I do know that you have nothing to fear. We’ll figure this out together.” His lips caress mine as he whispers, “You have no idea how much I love knowing that you’re going to be dripping my seed underneath that pretty pink dress.”

Chapter 9

Dominic

Ilook down at Natalya’s post-orgasm face—flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, messy hair—fully aware that this isn’t going at all how I’d planned. I’d thought I could control myself around her, that I could keep her here, safe and untouched, but I’d been so fucking wrong, because I can’t keep my damn hands off her. She feels like she’s mine, and every instinct I have is telling me to grab onto her and never let go.

I’d shoved my cum into her for fuck’s sake, and I’d very nearly fucked her, taking her virginity on my desk like a goddamn animal.

“Dominic, I need to talk to you!”

I groan at the loud string of Italian Alessandro is yelling at me through the door. Cupping Natalya’s face, I kiss her one last time. I’m completely addicted to her taste. Her tongue, her pussy, her skin—I can’t get enough of her, and I want it all for myself.

“I’m sorry. I have to let him in. He might have some news.”

“I understand,” she whispers, looking up at me with the warmest expression on her beautiful face. No one looks at me the way she does, so open and trusting and guileless. Her innocence draws me to her, and it’s not just that she’s a virgin, although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fucking love the fact that I’m the only man to ever touch her, it’s more than that. It’s a natural sweetness that I’ve never found in anyone else, and I crave it like my next breath of air.

Pulling back, I tuck my cock back in my pants and straighten my shirt. Natalya quickly puts her panties back on and goes to sit in one of the leather chairs in front of my desk right before I tell Sandro he can come in. The door opens a second later. He walks in, looking irritated at having to wait in the hall, but as soon as he sees Natalya, his mouth lifts in a grin and he shoots me a very amused look.

“Natalya, this is my cousin Alessandro, but we all call him Sandro. He and his brother, Dario, came back with me from Italy to help me run things.”

She stands and gives him a smile, holding her hand out so they can shake. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Sandro’s grin widens. “It’s very nice to meet you too.” His eyes take in the messy desk and the files and paperweight that I’d forgotten to pick up. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Natalya’s cheeks turn a deeper shade of red, and as adorable as she is when she’s embarrassed, I quickly come to her rescue and tell my cousin, “Of course not. Did you have something to tell me, or did you just decide to knock on my door for no reason?” When he hesitates, I say in Italian, “Sandro, spit it out and then get the fuck out.”

He laughs and looks between the two of us. Sticking with Italian, he says, “You sure this is a good idea, boss? She’s a Melnikov.” He gives another small laugh. “And really fucking young.”

“I didn’t bring you over here for relationship advice. Now tell me what the fuck is going on.”

The amused glint stays in his eyes, but he finally starts talking. “Dario and a few men caught a lead. They’re looking into it now, but he’s pretty confident they’re going to have someone to question soon.”

“Why the fuck didn’t anyone tell me?”

Natalya jumps at the sound of my angry Italian, but I give her a quick smile that Sandro doesn’t miss to let her know everything’s okay.

He lets out another soft laugh. “I texted you several times. Seems you were distracted and missed it.”

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