Page 47 of Born into Sin

Sliding his hand behind my neck, he curls his fingers around me, pulling me down so our lips are almost touching.

“Are you telling me you’ve never done anything at all, principessa?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“And yet you got on your knees for me?” He ghosts his lips over mine, that one small move setting my body on fire. “So innocent and yet you came on me, rocking your little body and using me until you were so wet your juices soaked through your pants and onto my shirt?”

My face heats up at how brazen I’d been.

“Yes,” I manage to whisper.

“Are you telling me that I gave you your first kiss last night and your first orgasm?”

“First orgasm from someone else, yes,” I clarify, not wanting him to think I’m that fucking innocent.

The sexy grin that lights up his face is downright stunning. The corners of his eyes crinkle just enough to remind me how much older he is than me, and that probably shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.

“You like to make yourself come, principessa?”

When he sees how embarrassed I’m getting, he tightens his grip on my neck and slowly laps at my top lip, licking it and gently tugging it between his teeth.

“Don’t ever be embarrassed with me, Natalya, not with me.” The heat of his breath on my lips has goosebumps rising all over my body. “I said I wanted to taste my cum on your tongue.” He gives my lip a soft bite. “Stick your tongue out for me.”

When I hesitate, he gives me another bite, this one just a tiny bit harder. His hand grips my neck while the other one runs down my spine to rest against my lower back, holding me firmly in place. I cup his face and stick my tongue out. He lets out a sexy, deep groan and latches onto my tongue, slowly sucking me into the wet heat of his mouth until our lips are pressed together. He sucks my tongue, cleaning me of his taste. I feel his jaws working beneath my fingers, and just when I think I can’t take a second more of this sweet torture, he lets my tongue go so he can kiss me.

The kiss is hard and hungry and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was a claiming kind of kiss, like he’s trying to mark what’s his, branding me with his mouth so that I’ll always taste like him and every man who sees me will instinctively know that I belong to Dominic.

He delves in deeper while grabbing one of my hands and bringing it between us. With his hand on top of mine and our fingers laced together, he guides my hand along my inner thigh and up my dress until the tips of our fingers are hitting the soaked piece of fabric between my thighs.

“Show me how you touch yourself,” he growls as he kisses me. “I want to see what you’ve always done in the dark. Show me the hidden Natalya, the one part of yourself you’ve always kept hidden like a dirty little secret, because there are no secrets between us, principessa. I want it all.”

Roughly pushing my panties aside, he groans and kisses me harder while dragging my fingers up my soaking wet slit. I’m fucking drenched for him, dripping onto our entwined fingers, and when he runs the pad of my finger over my clit, I rock my hips and let out a whimper. I feel him smile against my lips, urging me with his hand to keep going, and with his tongue sliding along mine and our wet, slippery fingers mixed together, it’s easy for me to let go and touch myself like I’ve always done in private. He makes me want to show him things that I’ve never shown or shared with anyone else.

“That’s my good girl,” he says in a ragged whisper against my lips, feeling my fingers as I start to work myself. “I better have a fucking puddle on my desk when you’re done.”

He grabs the back of my dress, yanking it up and then hooking his fingers into my panties before pulling them off me so quickly I barely have time to register what he’s doing. My bare ass is flush against the hard wood of his desk and less than a second later his soaked hand is intertwined with mine while I rub my clit in slow circles, taking his fingers with me.

“So fucking beautiful.” He’s fisting my dress with his free hand, holding it up so there isn’t anything obstructing his view. I look down, barely recognizing myself. My thighs are spread, my hips are rocking in a seductive rhythm, and my fingers are greedily rubbing my clit, bringing myself closer and closer to the release I so desperately need. He hasn’t tucked his cock away yet, and it’s jutting out from his pants, fully hard and covered in pre-cum. Our bodies feel dangerously close to one another, a temptation that we’re both so close to giving into.

His dark eyes stay locked on my pussy, and when he lowers his head to kiss my inner thigh, I moan his name and watch in fascination as he slowly kisses his way closer to where our fingers are. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Using my free hand, I thread my fingers into his hair, holding onto him and gasping when he’s close enough to run his tongue up my slit and over our fingers.

“Dominic,” I moan, entranced by the erotic sight of his tongue on my pussy, lapping up my juices like he’ll never be able to get enough.

His dark eyes lift to mine, holding my gaze while giving me another slow lick. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue while you rub your little clit, and then you’re going to come all over my face. I want to be covered in you. I want to taste you and smell you all fucking day.”

Panting, I quickly nod my head, wanting every damn thing he’s offering. With dark, hooded eyes, he runs a hand up my stomach, gently applying pressure so I’m forced onto my back, taking up his entire desk. I hear something fall to the ground, but neither one of us stops to see what it is. Palming the back of my thigh, he pushes my leg up and out, spreading me so wide that my folds part for him, exposing every inch of my wet pussy to his hungry gaze.

“Goddamn,” he growls, taking in the sight of me splayed open before him. “Mine.”

The word is spoken so low and deep that I almost miss it, but then he growls it again before dipping his tongue inside me. I gasp and arch my lower back off his desk, stunned by the sensations running through me. His wet fingers nudge mine, reminding me what I’m supposed to be doing, and as soon as I start to rub my clit again, I feel how close I am. I’m swollen and ready, and with his tongue running along my inner walls, I rub harder and push myself over the edge. A quick, shocked scream leaves my lips before I remember where I am and clamp my jaw shut to keep from alerting everyone in the house to what we’re doing.

Dominic growls against me, licking and sucking my folds, sending my body spiraling into another orgasm before I’ve even come down from the first. His breathing is fierce and erratic, and I barely register the rhythmic, wet sounds of him working his own cock. I’m too caught up in my own pleasure. Waves of pure bliss ripple through every part of me until I can’t help but let out a soft laugh and collapse against his desk, drained of all energy and completely spent.

He gives me one more long lick, swiping over my overly sensitive clit and filling his mouth with the taste of me as he lets out a deep groan and pulls back seconds before I feel his hand at my hip, holding me tightly while a wet heat hits my pussy. He growls my name while covering me in his cum, and the look in his eyes as he does it is downright feral. This Armani-suited mafia don comes undone for me, letting me see the real man beneath the feared Alessi name. This is the real Dominic—hair messy, chest heaving, pupils blown and eyes heavy-lidded, and a look of absolute adoration on his handsome face.

My Dominic.

The thought comes unbidden into my head, but once it’s there, I know it won’t be leaving anytime soon. We may not have just fucked in the traditional sense, but we shared something, something that can’t and won’t be forgotten. We didn’t just cross the damn line, we fucking obliterated it. We left it so far behind that it can’t even be seen anymore.

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