Page 65 of Born into Sin

His fingers dance along my skin, making me wish I wasn’t still so tender. “Pretty sore,” I admit.

The smirk he gives me is equal parts sin and sexy. He drags one finger slowly up my slit before circling my clit. The touch is whisper-soft, and when he pulls his hand away, I grip his upper arms, not wanting him to leave.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll be coming again soon enough, but you need to eat and you need to rest.”

“I don’t need to rest, Dominic. I’m not sick. I just lost my virginity.”

He gives me a wink and lets out another deep laugh. “You need to rest so your body can heal. I want to fuck you again, principessa, but I refuse to do it when you’re still so tender.”

Heat flushes to every part of my body. He sees the blush that’s spread across my face and neck and gives another sexy wink before picking me up like I weigh nothing. I wrap my arms and legs around him, loving how easily we fit together. Resting one hand on his cheek, my thumb runs over the light beard he hasn’t bothered to shave yet.

“When I woke up alone, I was afraid that maybe you’d changed your mind,” I admit, watching his face soften and his brown eyes fill with a sadness that surprises me.

“I’m sorry you worried. I should have left you a note.”

Keeping one arm securely under my ass, he brings the other one up to cup the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair and pulling me closer so our lips are almost touching.

“Me changing my mind about how I feel is not something you need to worry about, principessa. I’m not a fickle man. I don’t claim to have feelings only to change my mind a few hours later.”

When he presses his lips to mine, the kiss is slow and deep. Without words, he exposes himself to me, letting me see the truth of things. Even though he hasn’t said the words, I feel the love in his kiss, the longing and the need, and I give him the same in return. I don’t hide how I feel about him. I open my mouth and hold him tighter, because the truth is I’ve fallen just as hard for him as he has for me. There could never be anyone else. He’s completely ruined me for all other men. No one could ever compete with this man. With a groan, he pulls back and rests his forehead against mine.

“Please don’t ever doubt me again. You’re mine just as much as I’m yours.”

“But what about other women?” I voice the one fear that refuses to completely leave. “You’ve been single your whole life, Dominic, and now you’re just going to give that up?”

“Yes,” he says without hesitation.

“You’re going to turn away all the gorgeous women who probably line up on a daily basis for a chance to be with you?”

“Yes.” He says it again like it’s a no-brainer and he can’t understand my confusion. “Why would I want to be with them when I have you?”

I don’t even bother trying to answer that question, so he keeps talking.

“You’re all I want, and I don’t feel the faintest desire to be with anyone else. Why on earth would I risk losing you by cheating on you with some random woman that I care absolutely nothing about?”

He’s so sincere when he says it, and even though the man is forty-three and never been in a serious, monogamous relationship, I don’t doubt what he’s telling me. I can either spend every second I have with him worried and paranoid, or I can trust him at his word. I know what kind of life I want with him, and it doesn’t involve me second-guessing every damn word he says. Taking a breath, I push all my fears aside and bring my lips to his. I kiss him just as slowly as he’d kissed me, drawing it out and savoring the taste of him. His tongue slides along mine, but he doesn’t take over. He lets me be in charge, even though it goes against his natural instincts. Dominic isn’t a submissive man, but he submits for me. That kind of power goes straight to my head, and I can’t help but deepen the kiss and rock against him, drunk on the knowledge that the head of the Alessi Mafia is mine and only mine.

He groans against my mouth when I reach down and pull my shirt up so my bare pussy is flush against his T-shirt. I know I’m marking the black fabric, and knowing it has me growing wetter and grinding even harder.

“Fuck,” he growls, pulling back on a pant. “You’re damn hard to resist.” His eyes run over me, darkening when he watches me rock against him again. “I refuse to fuck you right now, not when you’re so sore and not when I’m barely hanging on to my sanity. I won’t risk tearing you to shreds, principessa, so stop fucking tempting me to.”

Dominic brings out a wild part of myself that I never knew existed, so instead of heeding his warning, I roll my hips in a slow rhythm, feeling the lines of his rock-hard abs beneath the now wet fabric of his shirt.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, raising his eyes to mine. “I run one of the most powerful mafias in the world, and I’m being brought to my knees by a goddamn teenager.”

There’s no anger in his voice, more like he’s just completely stunned by it, and so am I. Ours is a love that shouldn’t be, but now that I’ve found him, I’ll be damned if I ever let him go.

I smile and give him a quick kiss. “I’m just as stunned by it as you are.”

He laughs, the deep carefree kind that I’m learning is just reserved for me, and carries me to a door in the corner that I had assumed lead to another closet. He opens it, revealing a gorgeous sunroom. Windows line the walls and there’s a set of comfy-looking chairs and a small table. There’s room for a lot more, but it looks like he doesn’t spend much time in here, which is a shame because even though it’s dark outside, it’s absolutely gorgeous.

“This is amazing,” I tell him.

He smiles and kisses my cheek. “Look up.”

I return his smile before tipping my head back and letting out a soft gasp. Right above us is a huge skylight that covers most of the room’s ceiling.

“Wow,” I whisper. “Turn out the light.”

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