Page 54 of Born into Sin

“I’m not a man who’s used to taking orders, sweetheart.” Grazing the backs of my knuckles along her chin, I memorize every detail of her face. “But I find myself wanting to do every damn thing you ask of me.”

“In that case, get naked and give me what I want.”

I laugh, enjoying this lively side that’s starting to come out, and give her ass another smack. “I said I want to do everything you ask, not that I will.”

She sighs and gives my cock one last squeeze. “At least you want to, I guess. That’s got to count for something.”

“It counts for a lot,” I tell her, meaning every word. “You have a power over me that no one else has ever had.” I let out a soft laugh and caresses her jaw. “I’m still not sure how I feel about that.”

Her smile spreads across her beautiful face. “You’ll learn to love it.”

Laughing, I give her one more kiss before finally letting her go. “I’m going to call your dad, and then I’m guessing he’ll be here in a few minutes with his brothers. I’ll send him up here before he leaves so he can see for himself that you’re okay.”

I lightly drag the pad of my thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. “I’m going to leave so we can both calm down, because if your dad or uncles see us right now, there’s no way in hell they won’t be able to tell we were just making out like a couple of teenagers.”

She lifts a brow at me and smiles. “I am a teenager.”

“Jesus Christ.” I shake my head at the reminder that she’s only fucking eighteen years old. It’s so easy to forget when we’re together. She doesn’t act her age. There’s a maturity about her that makes it very easy to forget how young she is. I feel drawn to her, and I know at this point I couldn’t stay away from her even if I wanted to. The truth is I’ve fallen hard for Lev Melnikov’s daughter, and I won’t be letting her go.

I kiss her forehead and then force myself to back away. “Stay in here, principessa. I’ll be back soon.”

Her sweet smile is the last thing I see before I shut the door and walk away, putting some much-needed distance between us. I wasn’t kidding about not wanting to greet her dad with a hard-on. It’s going to be difficult enough to face him now that I know what his daughter’s pussy tastes like.

Sending him a text while I walk, I tell him I have someone and to get over here as quickly as possible. His response is immediate.

We’ll be there in twenty.

With the Melnikov Bratva on their way, I alert my guards at the gate, letting them know to expect them soon before I head back downstairs to check on my cousins, pushing Natalya from my mind as best I can. I need to keep her safe, and I can’t do that if my head is in the goddamn clouds. I’ve always been calm, cold, and in control, but the second she called me for help, all that went to shit. In the last twenty-four hours my men have seen me lose my composure and run out of the house to meet Natalya, scared to death that she was hurt, hold her and comfort her like she means something to me, and carry her to my bedroom.

They may not know exactly what’s going on, but they know something has changed. They know she means something to me, and it’s a reminder that one day others will know. Dangerous men who want me dead will know that hurting her is the way to hurt me, and just the thought of her being on their radar sends an icy chill down my spine.

I can’t let anything happen to her. I won’t fucking allow it. Keeping Natalya safe has just become my number one priority. My sweet principessa thinks her dad is strict, but it’s nothing compared to the rules I’m going to have in place.

Chapter 10

Natalya

Ipace the floor of the guest room while I call Svetlana. It barely rings before she’s answering and asking me a million questions at once.

Laughing, I try to talk over her and say, “Breathe, Sveta. Too many questions, and I can’t hear a single one of them because you’re talking too fast.”

She pauses, taking the first breath since she answered. “What the hell is going on?”

I flop back on the bed and sigh. “So much I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Start with the other night. They said you were shot at and that Grigori’s in the hospital. What the hell happened?”

I fill her in on the details, and when I get to the part where Dominic carried me into his house, she lets out a soft hum of approval and says, “Now we’re getting to the good stuff.”

“Relax. He just wanted to make sure I was safe.”

“Uh-huh.”

I ignore her sarcasm and give her an update on Grigori and a very PG-rated version of events. Part of me wants to tell her every detail, but a bigger part of me wants to keep it just between Dominic and me. It feels private and just for us, and I really want what we shared to stay that way. I do tell her we kissed, though, because I’m only human and she is my best friend.

“Oh my god, is he a good kisser?” She sighs, and I can easily picture the smile on her face. “I bet he is. I mean how could he not be? He looks like pure sin, Natalya, and now that you’ve had a taste, you’ll never be able to get enough.”

I laugh, but she’s not wrong. I never will be able to. He’s always going to leave me craving more.

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