Page 72 of Born into Sin

She rolls her eyes at me and fights a grin. “A little bit.”

“A little bit, huh?” I tease, rocking into her and ghosting my lips down her slender neck.

“Maybe more than a little,” she admits with a moan when I nip at the crook of her neck.

I laugh and lick her soft skin before lifting back up to face her. “I promise I’m coming back for you, and I’ll miss you every second that you’re away from me.”

“I’ll miss you too.”

She sounds so damn sad when she says it, and I hate that I have to put her through this. The truth is it’s going to hurt me just as much as it hurts her. Hell, maybe even more. I like having her near me, in my room and in my bed. I love hearing her voice, and I love how she brings this house to life and makes it feel more like a home. It’s going to feel so goddamn empty without her.

With a sigh, I give her one more kiss and then slowly lift her off me. She winces, and I smile, because, god, it just never gets old.

“You don’t always have to look so damn proud about it.”

I laugh and set her down. Kneeling in front of her, I look up and say, “But I am so damn proud.”

She runs a hand through my hair, watching me as I slide my hands up her thighs and hook my fingers around her lacy panties before slowly pulling them off.

“Lift your dress and show me what’s mine, principessa.”

Bringing both hands to the bottom of her dress, she grips the fabric and slides it up, slowly revealing herself to me. I grip her thighs and spread her wider, wanting to see everything. She’s swollen and pink and dripping my cum.

“This is how you should always look for me.”

Unable to resist, I lean closer and lick her, pushing my seed back inside her as my tongue runs up her slit. She moans and rocks her hips, grinding gently against my mouth when I give her clit a soft suck.

“Keep my cum where it belongs, principessa.”

She nods and clenches her thighs together when I stand back up. Holding up her panties, I say, “I’m keeping these.” Bringing them to my face, I close my eyes and inhale the scent that I’m completely addicted to before shoving them into my pocket and tucking myself back into my jeans.

My phone buzzes, and I know her dad is here, so I cup her face and give her one last kiss. She opens for me, tasting us on my tongue and whimpering for more. I have to force myself to pull away and take a step back.

“Letting go of you is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and I want you to know I’m never doing it again. This is temporary,” I say again, and it’s a reminder for both of us, “and it’s only because your life is in danger. We’re going to get rid of the threat, and then I’m bringing you back here and telling your dad the truth.”

She smiles and nods her head. “Okay. Hurry up so you can come get me.”

I smile back at her and give her a wink. “I’ll do my best, principessa, and you better text me so I know you’re okay.”

“I will,” she promises.

With one last look at her, I grab her bag and force myself to leave the room. She follows right behind me, and when we get to the bottom of the stairs and we hear her dad and uncles in the main room, she reaches out and runs her fingers over mine. I squeeze her hand, and she quickly pulls away right before we walk into the sitting room off the main entryway where her family is waiting.

Lev walks over to give her a hug. He’s here with Vitaly and Roman, who smile at her and say a few things in Russian. Everything seems fine until I glance over and see the look on Vitaly’s face. He’s eyeing his niece with a raised brow, and then turning his gaze to meet mine. His mouth hardens into a firm line, but he doesn’t say anything. His look says enough. Whatever the hell he saw, he doesn’t like it.

I keep my face an unreadable mask and turn back to the others. “So what’s the plan?”

Lev keeps his arm around his daughter’s shoulders and says, “All the kids and our wives are going to the farmhouse, and they’ll be guarded by a small army. We’re going to draw the Zolotov Bratva out, and then we’re going to show them what happens when you threaten a member of our family.”

“Lev said you wanted in on this. Are you sure about that,” Roman asks. “You’ll be making enemies you don’t need to make.”

“I want in on it,” I tell him. “They made an enemy of me the second they attacked Natalya in my territory.”

I chance a quick look at her, and even though my life has taught me how to keep my emotions off my face, I can’t bring myself to give her the dead stare I’d give anyone else. For just a moment, everything softens for her, and I let her see what I’m really feeling. It’s so brief that no one else catches it, but her mouth turns up in a small smile before I look away, making the risk worth it.

“Fine,” Lev says. “Having your men working on this and knowing the Zolotovs can’t hide in your territory will make this a hell of a lot easier.” His blue eyes meet mine. “I want these fuckers gone, and I don’t care what it takes to make it happen.”

“Agreed,” I tell him, feeling the exact same way.

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