Page 63 of Stolen Sin

He grunts and kisses me softly. “Don’t talk like that, baby. Things are going to be okay. We’re stuck now, but at least we’re safe.”

I chew my lip and pull him closer, burying my mouth against his. “You don’t get it.” I kiss him deeper and move down to his neck, peppering my lips across his throat. “I’ve been trapped for so long already, but with you it’s like even when we’re on the run, at least I feel like I’m alive and like someone cares about me.”

I reach my hands down his chest, questing down between his legs. He’s already hard and pressed against my thigh.

“You didn’t sign up for a civil war,” he says and his tone is thick with emotion, both desire and pain. I start to stroke him and bite his lower lip.

“I don’t care. Don’t you get it? What happened to my dad robbed me of all my trust in people. Then you came along and you made me this absolutely crazy offer, and I just… I took the leap. I decided to go on faith.”

“I feel like I’ve failed you.”

“But you haven’t.” I push him back and straddle him. I take off my top and throw it aside as his hands come up to palm my breasts. I shiver, moving my hips, arching my back and grinding my ass against his thick, hard cock. I balance myself with my hands on his chest. “You made me a promise and you kept it. Things didn’t work out the way we planned, but you held to your word, even when I thought you shouldn’t, and now you’re going out of your way to keep me safe. You could’ve handed me over to your dad and been done with me, but you didn’t.”

I lean forward and kiss him. He lets out a soft growl, grabs my body, and rolls me over until he’s pinning me down. He kisses my neck, my chest, sucks a nipple hard before burying his mouth over mine. I moan as I move my hips tighter into his and I know I sound like a lunatic, thanking him for not killing me, but in so many ways he taught me that I can trust people again. Simon Bianco, a mafia prince, a man who married me only to get what he wants, has become the only person in the world who I believe in with all my heart, and it’s strange how that has flipped my life upside down.

And how much I love it.

“I’d do more for you, topolina,” he whispers as he kisses down my body and slowly peels off my pants and my panties, leaving me stark naked. He kisses along my inner thigh, sending sharp pangs of desire into my core. “I’m going to do more for you. Because now there’s no life without you.”

I moan as his tongue slips up and down my slit and he slides two fingers deep into my pussy. I grind into him, head buzzing with his words, there’s no life without you, and I’ve never felt more wanted before, and I’ve never felt something so right. He fucks me with his fingers and licks my clit as pressure builds in my head, pressure from pleasure and from knowing that we’re in this together now, that whatever we have is going to survive this mess, and I come on his mouth in a rush of bliss and love so heady I nearly pass out.

“I’m not done with you,” he says, kissing me, making me taste myself on his mouth as he takes off his jeans and rolls me onto my belly. He spanks my ass hard and lifts my hips as his cock teases me up and down. My heart’s racing and I need him to fuck me more than I’ve ever needed him before.

“Remember when we first met?” I whisper in the darkness and look over my shoulder. “Do you remember that bag of toys?”

He smirks at me and leans forward to grab my hair. “I remember, baby. Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to tie you up right there under my desk? I wanted to bind you to the damn floor so I could fuck you like a beast.”

“I want you to do that,” I whisper, staring into his face as he pulls my hair. I whimper, arching my back, pussy dripping wet. “When we’re through this, I want you to put me in a blindfold, tie my hands behind my back, and use me.”

“Baby,” he purrs and his rock-hard cock presses against my entrance. “Are you sure you can handle that?”

“Please?” I whisper.

And he thrusts inside me. His cock slips deep into me and I release a strangled groan as I take my fill of him. He fucks me like that, holding onto my hair, palm slapping my ass, his growls in my ears.

“You want me to use you?” he whispers as he takes me from behind. “You want me to fuck you like a little toy? I’ll make you beg before you come, baby. I’ll tease you and I won’t be gentle about it.”

“I want that,” I groan. “I need it, Simon.”

“You need my big cock fucking you nice and deep. You need me making you come. You need to be a filthy fucking girl for me, don’t you? Because I’m the only man who can make you feel this good.”

“Oh, god, yes,” I say as he fills me again and again. Sweat drips down my back and between my breasts, and I’m bucking back against him. We’re fucking in a tangle of sheets and need, lost in the deepest part of the night, in a strange room, in a strange apartment, and none of it matters except for him taking me from behind.

He moans and drags me on top. I ride him as he licks my nipples, sucks them, squeezes my ass and spanks it. He makes me suck his fingers, makes me lick my wet pussy from them, and groans as I do it. I love making him feel good almost as much as I love when he makes me feel utter bliss, and it’s building deep at the base of my spine as I glide my pussy up and down along his length, pushing myself deeper and deeper.

“I love watching you come, baby,” he purrs, and his fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts into me. “I love the way your mouth falls open. I dream about fucking your mouth while you come. Maybe I’ll fill your lovely little pussy with a toy while you suck me nice and deep. God, you’ll be so beautiful and messy, a gorgeous body aching to get fucked, isn’t that right, baby? Tell me how much you love this. Tell me how messy and dirty you are.”

“I’m so filthy,” I moan, eyes rolling back. “I’m a fucking mess for you.” And I come again, an explosive pleasure rocketing down my spine, and as it’s nearly over, he rolls me onto my back and pumps deeper into my pussy, the sudden angle change shoving me back over the brink as his orgasm mingles with mine. He fills me, hot and beautiful and right, and we both lay panting together tangled up in each other, and I couldn’t care less where he begins and I end, because there’s only us right now.

It takes a little while before I can speak again. Once I find the words, I kiss him softly, both of us sleepy and barely staying awake. “I just want you to know that I never expected you to blow up your whole life for me.”

He smiles like that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever said. “That’s exactly why you’re worth blowing up my life.”

Chapter 39

Simon

I sit alone in some random coffee shop right in the middle of downtown. It’s a trendy place and the baristas all have tattoos, thick glasses, beards for the guys and nose rings for the girls. They’re all trying to be different, but somehow manage to look exactly the same. Outside on the street, men and women in business outfits hurry to work, angling toward the high-rise office buildings, living their small lives in their tiny worlds, and it feels like my own life has expanded to consume them all.

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