Page 95 of Born into Sin

“It’s not funny, principessa. I know he’s doing it on purpose. I don’t know how the fuck he knows every time I’m about to slip some part of myself inside you, but he does. I’m turning my goddamn phone off the next time I get in bed with you.”

She smiles and keeps playing with my hair while I read the text.

If you want a piece of him, you’d better get your ass to the warehouse.

“Everything okay?”

I look over at Natalya’s bruised, swollen face, remembering every single thing that fucker did to her, and it takes everything I have to say, “Everything’s fine, sweetheart. Nothing to worry about.”

She raises a brow at me, because she’s not an idiot and the girl can read me like no one else can.

“Go, Dominic. Go do what you need to do.”

“I don’t want to leave you. The last time we were apart you got hurt.”

“That was different, and the threat is gone. I’m safe here, and I know you’ll feel better after you do whatever the hell you’re about to do that I don’t ever want to know the details of.”

The rational part of me knows she’s right, but it doesn’t mean I have to like or accept it. Kissing her stomach again, I try to convince myself that I don’t need to be there when Alexei takes his last breath, that I can let my need for revenge go because all I need is right in front of me, but all I can think about is the way she’d looked when he’d had her bent over the table, pawing at her shorts like a fucking animal while she begged him to stop.

“Go,” she whispers again, gently tugging on my hair. “You’ll never be able to let it go, and we both know it. You need to see this through to the end, Dominic.”

I look at her sweet face, the one that’s now covered in cuts and bruises, and I know she’s right. I can’t let this go. I can’t stand back and let someone else take the revenge that’s mine. He hurt the woman I love, and I need to feel his blood on my hands. That’s all there is to it.

“How can you read me so easily?”

She smiles and runs a finger along my cheek. She seems to enjoy a bit of facial hair, so I’ve been keeping a very light beard for her. Grazing the thick stubble, she says, “Because I love you, Dom.”

My heart fucking melts at hearing her say that. How the hell she’s managed to tear through the walls I’ve always surrounded myself with so damn quickly and efficiently, I’ll never know, but I’m so glad she did.

“I can’t imagine going back to the life I used to have. The thought of not having you with me breaks something inside me, principessa.”

“You won’t ever have to,” she promises me. “Now go and get your piece of that bastard before my family finishes him off.”

“There’s the Bratva princess I fell in love with.”

She laughs and cups my face, gently pulling me so I’ll scoot up closer. Her palms are on my cheeks and her blue eyes stay locked on mine. “Give him something special just from me.”

I run my eyes over her swollen, discolored cheek and the line of black stitches on her forehead. “I promise, principessa, he will die in a lot of pain, knowing that it’s because he dared to lay his hands on you.”

“That probably shouldn’t make me as happy as it does.”

“It’s not wrong to want revenge, sweetheart. It’s not wrong to want him to feel a small piece of what he did to you. He beat you, and then he was planning on raping and killing you. No amount of pain I can give him will ever be enough to make up for that.”

“Well when you put it like that,” she says, giving a small laugh.

I know she’s still in a lot of pain, and even with icing her ribs on a strict schedule, every breath she takes is still a painful reminder of what that bastard did to her, and yet she’s still able to smile and laugh with me. I think I’ll always be in awe of her.

“Go,” she says again, but instead of pushing me away, she pulls me closer. “But kiss me goodbye first.”

I smile and run my thumb over her pouty, top lip. “Such a bossy little thing.”

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

I laugh and ghost my lips over hers. “Whatever it is, it’s worth it, principessa. You’re worth everything to me.”

She starts to smile right as I press my lips to hers and cup the back of her head, threading my fingers in her hair and holding her still. Catching her top lip between mine, I give her a hard enough suck to make her moan and then slide my tongue in to meet hers. She opens for me, deepening the kiss and grasping the back of my neck, making it clear I’m not going anywhere until she’s had her fill.

Her soft moans have my dick painfully hard and pressing uncomfortable against my pants. She sucks my tongue, and I wish like hell I could slide into her. I want to consume her like she consumes me. I don’t want any separation between us, and when she drags her fingers through my hair and bites my bottom lip, I know I’m seconds away from losing all control.

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