Page 67 of Born into Sin

“Yes, you know you are, Dominic. You’ve probably been told that since birth.”

“Those were the first words I remember my mother saying to me.”

I laugh and shake my head at him. “Tell me about your family.”

He sighs and grabs the whiskey he’d poured for himself earlier. “Not much to tell. My mom died a few years before Isabella was murdered. My sister was my dad’s favorite, and her death nearly killed him. I don’t have any other siblings, and I’ve put everything I have into the family business.”

He’s quiet as he takes another drink, but then he reaches out and rests one of his large hands on my bare thigh, giving it a soft squeeze.

“I’ve lived a very empty personal life, Natalya, but I was content with it. I kept myself isolated and never let anyone in.” His eyes run over me as his thumb softly strokes my skin. “I can’t imagine doing that with you.”

“Good,” I whisper, resting my hand on top of his and interlacing our fingers. “I don’t ever want you to hide yourself from me.”

“You may not like everything you see, principessa. You look at me like I’m not a monster, but there are many people who would disagree with you. I’ve done so many bad things, killed so many people, and I’ve never lost a second of sleep over it. I am who I am, and there’s no changing it. I can’t walk away from this life.”

“I would never ask you to.”

I get up and close the short distance between us, climbing into his lap so I’m straddling him. He groans and slides his hands up my thighs and under my shirt so he can cup my bare ass.

“I know who you are, Dominic, and in case you’ve forgotten, I know what this lifestyle is like. I would never ask you to leave what you’ve worked so damn hard for.”

“I know how much you hate having bodyguards and your lack of freedom. If you think that’s going to change when you’re with me, you’re very wrong. I’m going to be worse than your dad.”

I start to laugh, but he just raises a brow at me. “I’m being serious, principessa.”

“I know you are,” I tell him while patting his chest.

He looks down at the placating chest pat I’m giving him and then quirks a brow at me. “God, you’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?”

“Possibly, but I’ll try not to be,” I say with a laugh.

He smiles and shakes his head. “Of all the women in the world, I had to fall for a smartass Russian.”

“I’m half American,” I remind him.

“Your dad is Russian enough to counteract that.”

At the mention of my dad, I feel a quick twinge of guilt. Dominic notices and gives my ass a soft squeeze. “Look at me, Natalya.”

I bring my gaze back to his, and as soon as our eyes meet, I know I’d do anything to be with this man. I don’t want to hurt my dad, but I can’t let Dominic go. I refuse to.

“We’ll find a way to make this work.”

He studies me, making sure I believe him, and when I give him a small smile and nod my head, he relaxes and pulls me closer. I’m still not wearing panties, and my tender skin rubs against his jeans, making me wince and moan at the same time. He lets out a soft laugh and massages my ass in a way that makes me want to arch my back and purr like a damn cat.

“I was wrong about Mama Sofia’s, and I believe I said I’d try to think of a way to apologize.”

“You did say that, yes.”

He keeps massaging me, and right when I’m convinced his apology is going to be the world’s best ass rub, he picks me up and sets me back down on the large, leather chair. He puts me sideways so I’m lying down with my legs hanging over the padded arm. It gives me the perfect view of the skylight above us. His hands run up my legs to grip my thighs and spread me wider. Reaching down I grab the bottom of my shirt and lift it higher, exposing myself to him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he groans, running his eyes over me. He kisses his way up my inner thigh as he whispers, “I’m going to kiss your pussy better, principessa. I’m going to lick and suck every inch of your tender flesh until all you feel is pleasure, and then I’m going to do it again and again and again.”

I moan his name when he runs his tongue up the crease of my inner thigh, so close to where I need him. His light beard tickles my skin, and I can’t help but arch up for more. His hungry mouth laps at my skin, kissing and sucking and marking a slow path to my center.

“Watch the stars while I eat your pretty pussy. Let’s see how many times I can make you come before you pass out.”

At first I think he’s joking, but when I lift my head to see him, the intense look in his eyes makes it clear he’s not. I watch in fascination as he reaches over and grabs his whiskey. He takes another long drink, but when he sets the glass back down, he’s holding a piece of ice between his teeth.

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