Page 60 of Born into Sin

“Is it?” I ask again, and this time when he opens his eyes to meet mine, the raw hunger in them steals the breath from my lungs. Keeping his finger buried inside me, he brings his other hand to wrap around mine, squeezing me so I’m gripping his cock tighter.

“This is yours, principessa, and only yours. No other woman will ever have it. I’m not a good man, sweetheart, but I am a man of my word, and I’m giving it to you now. I am yours, and you are mine. I’m done fighting it.”

As soon as the words leave his gorgeous lips, he’s pressing his mouth to mine and kissing me like he’ll never be able to get enough. He fingers me from behind as he sucks my tongue further into his mouth. The soft strokes against my inner walls pull feral groans from my body as I clutch his shirt with one hand and his cock with the other, using both to pull him harder against me.

“I’m going to need you to get naked now.” I pant the words out in between kissing him, feeling his lips pull up in a smile.

He slides his finger out of me with a deliberate slowness that has me arching my back and letting out a needy whimper that would embarrass me in any other situation.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this, principessa, so desperate for what only I can give you.” He keeps his eyes on mine as he brings his wet finger to his lips, slowly sucking it clean. “I will never get tired of tasting you. So fucking delicious.” He cups my face and runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, giving me a hint of my own juices. “I think I might be addicted to you.”

He’s not joking when he says it. Instead, he looks completely serious and slightly stunned.

“You don’t have to look so dumbfounded by it,” I say, coming to my own defense.

“But I am.”

“Nice, Dominic. That’s exactly what I want to hear right now.”

He smiles and runs a hand up the side of my dress. “You’re so fond of pink, but I think red might suit you better. When you get upset, you release your claws, principessa, and go for blood.”

When I start to argue, he brings a hand to my neck, tightening his fingers just enough to cut off my words and startle me into silence. He smirks at the angry, wide-eyed look I’m giving him.

“Like I said, claws, sweetheart, but don’t try to bleed me just yet. I never wanted relationships or love or kids. The very idea of it has always terrified me and made me feel like I couldn’t breathe, but then I came back to America and watched you step out of Svetlana’s car in that pink dress and those fucking heels.” He groans and shakes his head. “Those fucking goddamn heels. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. I can’t stop thinking about you and wanting you and wishing I had you. It’s driving me fucking crazy.”

I grip his wrist and he loosens his grip on my neck just enough so I can speak. “And what about now? What do you want now?”

The dark look in his eyes as he takes in the sight of me should be a warning. It should remind me of how dangerous he is, but instead it just makes me want him all the more.

“What do I want now?” His voice is low and strained, and I can tell he’s trying to keep himself in check.

“Yes,” I whisper. “What do you want?”

“I want to fuck you. I want to slide into you so deeply that you’ll never be free of me. I want to mark you as mine. I want to hear you scream my name and beg me for more, and I want to fill your pussy with so much cum you’ll be dripping it for days. I want every fucking part of you, principessa, and I don’t know what in the hell to do about that.”

“Then do it,” I say, surprising the hell out of him. “Do everything you just said.”

“You want me to fuck you raw?”

“Yes,” I tell him, meaning it. If it were anyone else, I’d be yelling fuck no and getting my ass the hell out of here, but this isn’t just anyone, and the idea of Dominic fucking me skin-to-skin and coming inside me has my whole body humming with pleasure and about to burst.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.”

I smile and start working on his buttons again. “I know exactly what I’m asking, so are you going to give me what I want or not?”

He gives me another sexy grin, the ones I’m quickly becoming addicted to, and tightens his grip on my neck, pulling me closer so our lips are almost touching.

“I’m not convinced you can handle it, principessa. I’ve been using all my willpower since you came into my home, and I’m about at the end of it.” He kisses me hard, letting me feel his strength, the power behind his touch and the way his body is softly shaking as he tries to restrain himself.

“I’m terrified I’m going to break you in two, little one.” He groans and bites my top lip before sucking the pain away. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits, and the pain in his voice has me reaching up to cup his face.

“I trust you, Dominic. I know you won’t give me more than I can take.” He still doesn’t seem convinced, so I kiss him again and say, “I trust you with my body, and I trust you with my heart. I know you won’t break either one.”

Letting go of my neck, he slides the palm of his hand down so it’s resting on my heart. His brown eyes meet mine as he whispers, “Never, principessa.”

Kissing me gently, he murmurs against my lips, “I’m trusting you too, Natalya. I’m trusting you to not break my heart, because I wouldn’t fucking survive it, sweetheart.”

Chapter 11

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