Page 62 of Born into Sin

“Yeah, I didn’t think so. Be a good girl, Natalya, and let me do this the right way. I know what you want, and I know what you need, so stop being so defiant and let me give it to you.”

“I’m not being defiant,” she argues. “I just want you inside me.”

“And I will be, sweet girl, but first I’m going to get you ready for me.”

“I feel pretty damn ready.”

I laugh at her tone and give her earlobe a soft bite. “Not even close, baby. Want to guess how I know that?”

“How?”

I lift up and meet her eyes. “Because you’re still able to form words.”

Her mouth opens like she’s trying to come up with a smartass comment, but then it closes when she realizes she doesn’t have one.

“Wow, stunned into silence. First time for everything, I guess.”

This time when she opens her mouth I’m pretty sure she knows exactly what she’s going to say, but I don’t give her the chance. As soon as she parts her lips, I press my mouth against hers and kiss her like I’ll never be able to get enough, and I won’t. No matter how many times I taste her, it will never be enough. That’s not going to stop me from trying, though. My tongue delves inside, licking and claiming every part of her mouth as mine. I told her I wanted to mark her body, and I meant it. After tonight, there won’t be an inch of her body that I haven’t touched in some way. It’s all or nothing when it comes to her, and I want it all.

Her nipples drag along my chest as I rock my hips, sliding the length of my cock along her slit. She digs her heels into my ass, meeting my movements so I’m hitting her where she needs it and whimpering into my mouth when I run my head over her swollen clit. I give her tongue one last suck and then kiss my way down her neck, sucking and licking and biting her delicate skin until I reach her breasts. They rise and fall with her heavy breathing. The sight of her heaving chest, nipples so hard they must be aching, pulls a groan from my body as my hips speed up. The perky fullness of her tits has me enthralled. Every time I thrust up against her, they bounce in a way that has me fucking hypnotized.

Catching one bouncing nipple between my lips, I suck her in, filling my mouth with her soft flesh, gorging on her sweet body and making her arch her back off the bed and fist my hair. She moans my name, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Flattening my tongue, I run it over her sensitive skin, flicking it against her nipple at the same time as I run the head of my cock over her clit.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, fisting my hair tighter. “Don’t you dare stop.”

I give her a soft bite, reminding her that I don’t like to take orders, but all she does is laugh and say, “I told you you’d get used to it. Now keep doing what you’re doing and make me come.”

If it were anyone else, I’d be walking out the damn door, but it’s Natalya, and I’d do anything for her. I’m still me, though, so I can’t resist giving her one last hard suck, slowly pulling back until her wet nipple pops from my mouth. Bringing my face to hers, I tease her clit with the head of my cock.

“Don’t stop what?” I ask, looking down at her heavy-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. She’s soaking wet, and I’m dripping pre-cum, so it’s easy to run my length along all her lit-up nerve endings, so fucking slippery. It would be so easy to part her lips and press into her, but I resist the strong urge and keep teasing her. I circle my hips again, watching as she parts her lips on a gasp. “Don’t stop this?”

“Don’t be mean, Dominic,” she pouts, and it’s so goddamn cute I can’t help but laugh.

Leaning down, I kiss her gently. “I could never be mean to you, principessa. Do you have any idea how many times I’m going to make you come tonight?”

She shakes her head, letting out another moan when I stroke her clit harder, bringing her right to the edge. Her body shakes and she clutches me tighter, desperate for her release.

Sucking her top lip, I smile against her and whisper, “Let me show you just how nice I can be.”

Her whimper fills the space around us, and as sexy as it is, it’s not whimpers I want to hear. I want screams. I want my name on her lips as she comes harder than she ever has in her life. Rocking harder against her, the friction builds, and I know she’s only seconds away.

“Come for me, principessa,” I growl against her lips. “Let me hear how much you love coming on my cock.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, she’s bucking up against me, back arching, body tense, and a look of shocked amazement on her beautiful face right before she screams my name and lets go. The wet heat of her release hits my cock, coating me and soaking me so goddamn good. The slippery, erotic sounds fill the room, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from joining her. Her pussy lips part against my shaft, and I can feel her clenching around me, begging me to slide in and fill her to the point of pain.

“Fucking hell,” I growl, knowing I can’t take much more. She’s still in the throes of her orgasm when I position myself against her tight opening. I could stretch her with my fingers, but I don’t want to risk breaking her hymen. I want to do it with my cock. The thought of her blood marking my skin awakens something inside me—something primal, something possessive, and, if I’m being honest, something that should probably remain asleep because the wildness of it isn’t something I think I can contain.

Cupping her face with one hand, I stretch my fingers along her skin, holding her in place as I slowly start to slide into her.

“Eyes on me, principessa. I want to see you when I make you mine.”

Her blue eyes are glazed. She’s still drunk on her orgasm, but she gives a soft nod and digs her fingers into my shoulders, clinging to me as I very slowly slide the head of my cock into her. Her body stiffens right as her pussy clamps down and tries like hell to prevent me from sinking in even further. She hisses out a breath, digging her pretty pink nails into my skin, but all it does is make me harder. I’m torn between wanting to tear into her and wanting to be as gentle as I can be. She’s so much smaller than me, petite and fragile compared to my brute strength, and it brings out two warring sides of myself—the violent mafia don and the man who’s desperately in love with the woman shaking beneath me. They both want her, and I’m left playing referee between the two.

Resisting the urge to brutally slam into her and claim her with one hard thrust, I very slowly slide in another inch, feeling her soft inner walls tense and then finally give way as something tears inside her. Her blue eyes widen, boring into mine as her brows furrow and her lips thin from the pain of her small body making room for me. She feels impossibly tight. Her wet heat clenches around my head, trying to force me out, but instead I give her another inch, because this is mine, and her body needs to learn that.

She slowly opens for me just like I knew she would. Leaning closer, I kiss her gently, feeling the tears hit the hand that’s still cupping her cheek.

“You’re mine,” I whisper against her lips, “and you’re spreading so good for me, principessa.”

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