Page 41 of Born into Sin

“Natalya,” I start to say, but she cuts me off by squeezing me tighter and kissing the side of my neck.

“My dad asked you to take care of me, Dominic. That’s all you’re doing.”

“I’m pretty sure this is not at all what he had in mind, principessa, and we both know it.”

Her small shoulders lift in a shrug. “It’s been one hell of a night, and I need comforting. You’re making me feel safe again. Please don’t make me lay in your giant bed all by myself.”

I run my hand along her back and shoulder, dragging my fingers along the bare skin of her arms and then tracing the same path back up, mesmerized by the feel of her. My eyes stray to the large picture of Bernini’s sculpture. I understand Hades in a new way now. All my instincts are telling me to keep Natalya in my arms, no matter what, and to never let her go.

I hold her, lightly stroking her skin until I’m convinced she’s seconds away from sleep. I’m waiting for her body to go limp and for her breathing to slow down and even out, but instead I feel a wet tongue on my neck.

“Fuck,” I growl as she lets out a soft sigh and runs her curious tongue along the crook of my neck like she’s trying to memorize every detail. “Natalya, you have to stop.”

As much as I want to make it sound like a command, it comes out as more of a plea. I’m only so fucking strong around her, and she’s wearing down my defenses faster than I ever thought possible. I’m pleading for mercy, but she’s evidently not in a merciful mood. Like a woman possessed, she grips my shoulders and positions her body on top of mine. Even with the sweats on, I can feel her pussy press against my abs, and when she uses my chest for leverage and lifts up, the pure, raw need in her eyes takes my damn breath away.

“Principessa,” I say, cupping her face and trying like hell to be rational for the both of us. “We’re about to cross a line that can’t be uncrossed.”

“I think maybe we crossed that line two weeks ago when I fell back against you and felt your hard cock digging into my ass.”

“We’ve stepped on the line, maybe put a damn foot over it, but we haven’t crossed it. Not yet anyway.”

“I don’t understand what you do to me.” The breathy whisper of her words has me clenching my jaw to keep from closing the distance to kiss her like I want. She leans closer, fingers digging into my shoulders, hips softly starting to rock. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone, Dominic, and I don’t know how to make it stop.”

She leans closer so her lips are hovering right above mine, so close I could stick my tongue out and taste her.

“Make it stop,” she begs, rocking her hips even harder, trying her damnedest to grind against me as I feel my resolve melt away.

“Are you trying to use my body to get yourself off, principessa?” I dart my tongue out, giving her top lip a hint of a lick, smiling at the whimper she gives. “Tell me, sweetheart, does your pussy ache for me?”

I grab onto her hips, grinding her harder against me. The surprised gasp she gives is sexy as fuck.

“Yes, god yes.”

Her hands move to my face, palms splayed out on either side as she leans closer. I tighten my fingers around her hips, holding her still. I wait until her heavy-lidded eyes find mine.

“I can make you feel better, principessa, but I can’t give you any more than that.” I grind her against me as I rock my hips up, letting her feel a small taste of what I’m offering. “I can take that ache from you, if you want me too, but I can’t fuck you.”

The hurt look on her face is like a vise around my heart, but I don’t give in. I can’t take her virginity. I just fucking can’t. I’m already crossing a line that never should’ve been crossed. I’m breaking enough moral rules tonight. I don’t need to add to it.

I bring her attention back to what I’m offering with another slow rock of my hips. “Do you want me to make you feel better?”

She nods her head and lets out a breathy “yes,” and that’s all the invitation I need. Cupping the back of her head, I lace my fingers in her dark hair and ghost my lips over hers.

“I’ve thought about kissing you so many damn times, about tasting those full lips and feeling your body pressed against mine.”

She moans and rocks her hips, grinding shamelessly against my stomach.

“I’ve thought about fucking you in so many different ways, principessa. It’s all I can think about.”

I confess my sins against her lips, but I’m not hoping for forgiveness or wanting absolution. I don’t give a fuck about any of that. All I want is her. I want her beneath me, me inside her, her screaming my name and clenching that tight pussy around my cock. I want to mark her as mine in every conceivable way, and I never want to let her go.

Knowing I can’t have any of that pulls a pained groan from me right before I press my lips to hers and kiss her for the first time. I swallow her whimper, parting her lips with my tongue and delving inside for more, knowing it will never be enough. She keeps her hands on my face, surrounding me with her presence as she rocks harder against me. I kiss her slowly and deeply, savoring every second of the time I have with her, and when she lets out a frustrated groan at her inability to get herself off, I smile against her lips.

“I love feeling you grind against me, baby, but I’m going to be the one to get you off.”

I give her top lip a soft suck and squeeze her hip while I drag my thumb along her inner thigh, dipping low enough to stroke one of her pussy lips. I’d give anything to slide my hand down her pants and feel her bare, slick folds against my hand, but I know if I do that, then there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to resist sliding into her.

“Dominic,” she whimpers into our kiss, bringing one of her hands to the back of my neck to clutch me tighter.

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