Page 102 of Born into Sin

As soon as I part my lips, he slides his finger in, rolling it around my tongue and groaning when I close my mouth and give him a good suck.

“Good girl,” he says, slowly pulling his finger free.

I watch him, not knowing what he has planned, but when he brings his hand back to my ass and then slides his wet finger along my crack before pressing firmly against my tight hole, I gasp as my body freezes.

“Just relax,” he murmurs, kissing me again while he circles the pad of his finger over my skin, igniting all the nerve endings I never knew I had.

“Fuck,” I moan against his lips, feeling him smile before he thrusts into me again while teasing my ass. He finds a rhythm that leaves me shaking and dragging my nails down his back. I’m not sure what I’m begging for. I just know I need more. He fucks me faster, his breaths erratic as his body tenses beneath my greedy hands. He’s close, but he’s not letting go until I do. I try to hold out, not wanting this moment to ever end, but then he growls and nips at my top lip in warning.

“You think you can fight it, principessa? You think you can fight what my cock wants to give you?” He lets out a deep, masculine laugh. “Fucking try it, sweetheart,” he taunts, and then he slowly slides his finger into my ass while he rocks his hips, dragging the thick head of his cock along some hidden goldmine of nerve endings deep inside me, and I let go, because he’s made it impossible not to, and the smug laugh he gives makes it clear that he knew I would. There was never a chance of me fighting this, and as the pleasure washes over me, I can’t understand why I ever tried in the first place.

“Please,” I beg, feeling my pussy pulse around him in rhythm to the orgasm that’s thundering through me. He knows what I’m asking, what I want, and with one last deep thrust, he groans my name and lets go.

My arms and legs tighten around him as I suck his tongue between my lips, wanting him as close to me as possible. He grows even bigger inside me, a feeling that always surprises me, that makes me feel like I’m going to split apart in the most delicious way, and then his thick shaft is pulsing with each shot of his seed, and I grip him even tighter, desperate and greedy for every last drop.

“Jesus,” he pants against my lips when he’s finally empty. He kisses me while slowly sliding his finger out of my ass, both of us completely spent, our bodies relaxed and still humming with the aftershocks. “I love you so goddamn much.”

I kiss him again and then smile up at him when he lifts up onto his forearms, being careful to keep his weight off me while staying buried inside me.

“I love you too.” I run my fingers over his chest, tracing the intricate tattoos before grazing the bullet wound scar from the time my dad shot him. Dominic has several scars on his beautiful body, but this one always makes my chest feel tight. “I want to lock the door and never let you leave.”

He smiles and grabs my hand, kissing the palm of it. “Sounds perfect to me, principessa.”

Raising my head, I kiss the old scar, running my tongue over the rough skin as he cups the back of my head and presses his mouth to my ear. His deep voice and Italian accent send a shiver through me when he whispers, “Every single thing I’ve gone through, the pain, the loss, all of it, has been worth it because it brought me to you.”

I hold him tighter and kiss his cheek, savoring every second of this moment because as much as I’d love to lock him in here with me, we both know it’s never going to happen. I’ve just tied myself to a very dangerous man, and if I’m going to love him and be his wife and the mother of his children, then I need to go all in and love and accept him as he is. There’s no half-assing this.

“I’m glad it brought you to me,” I whisper against his skin. “I know your life is always going to be a dangerous one, but you’re worth it, Dominic. You’re worth everything.”

He kisses me again and then slowly slides out of me, frowning when I wince. “I shouldn’t have fucked you.” Worry hangs on every word out of his perfect mouth.

Cupping his face, I hold him and force him to look at me. “I don’t ever want to hear you say those words again.”

He lifts a brow at my tone and bites back the smile he wants to give.

“I’m serious. You can regret a lot of things, but not us, Dom, never us.”

“You’re right, principessa, and I could never regret anything with you. I just meant that I should’ve shown more restraint and let you rest for a few more days.” He turns his head and kisses my palm. “I don’t seem to have any willpower when it comes to you.”

“Good,” I tell him. “Hopefully that means I’ll always get my way.”

He laughs and kisses the tip of my nose. “You’ll always get what I think is best for you, sweetheart. That’s the best I can promise you.”

“I’ll take it.” I smile and add, “You’re old and set in your ways.”

He mutters something in Italian and shakes his head like he can’t believe what he’s just heard. “Older,” he corrects, “and wiser. I know what’s best for you, especially when it has to do with your safety.”

I smile at his stubbornness and give one of his perfect, round ass cheeks a sharp enough smack to have him raising a brow at me.

“You did not just fucking spank me.”

“It was a love pat. I also know what’s best for you, and I thought you could use it.”

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “My little fiancée is crazy.”

“Crazy about you.”

He smiles at my corny line and stands up, walking into the bathroom and giving me a perfect view of his ass with my reddening handprint on it. I can’t help but laugh.

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