Page 52 of A Sinner's Truth

“We shouldn’t do this here,” Aria says, doing nothing to stop me or push me away.

My fingers trail higher up her thigh. “But you want to—otherwise, you would have left when you had the chance,” I remind her. “Tell me, Aria, how wet am I going to find your cunt?”

She squirms, a little moan escaping her mouth when my fingers glide over the fabric of her panties.

“Soaked. You’re not just wet. You’re fucking soaked through. Is this for me? Or does the thought of anyone fucking you get you off?”

Her legs wrap around my waist as she tugs my body closer to hers. “It’s you. I don’t want people to see,” she says.

I move my hand underneath the seam of her panties, find her entrance, and push inside her. “Are you sure, darling? 'Cause this pussy is begging me to fuck it. I think you want someone to find us. You want someone to see me claiming you, fucking you, making you mine.”

Aria moans. She brings her lips back to mine and kisses me with a ferocity I’ve never known. “I need you,” she says.

Not nearly as much as I need you.

I don’t tell her that, though. Instead, I step aside, pull her panties down her legs, and tuck them into my back pocket. I need a souvenir to remember the first time I fucked her. Because sure as shit, this won’t be the last.

“Spread those thighs for me, darling. I want to see how hungry your cunt is for me.”

Aria opens her legs as wide as she can. Her bare pussy glistens back at me. There’s something fucking hot about seeingher spread open for me. Like this. Here, of all places. Makes me wonder where else she’d let me fuck her.

I smirk. I know this is wrong. In the back of my mind, I know it’s wrong to fuck my wife for the first time on my dead fiancée’s grave. It’s messed up, even for me. But then I remember she’s not just my dead fiancée. She’s the fucking cheating rat who threw me aside and hung me out to dry.

I undo my pants, freeing my cock before I stroke it. “Like what you see?” I ask, noting how Aria’s eyes are glued to my dick.

She licks her lips and nods. Fuck, now I want to fuck her mouth. But that can wait. Right now, I need to get inside her pussy. I need to make sure she—and everyone else—knows she’s mine. At least for the next twelve months.

Closing the gap, I line my cock up with her entrance. “There is no going back from this. Once I fuck you, you’re mine. For the next twelve months, you are mine,” I tell her.

“Make me yours,” she says.

I thrust inside her, bottoming out while her pussy clenches around me. Aria gasps. She’s so fucking tight I know my intrusion has to sting. So I still and wait for her to adjust to my size.

“Wait,” she says. “Condom.”

“You’re my wife. I’m not using a fucking condom.” I pull out and thrust inside her again.

“What if…?” she moans, her legs already tightening around my waist. “…pregnant…?” She’s not able to form a cohesive thought as I continue to pump in and out of her.

“If you don’t want to get pregnant, I suggest you get on birth control,” I reply while fucking her harder than I probably should, as I wrap my hand around her hair and pull her head back. “You are mine.” I grunt as I increase my thrusts. “My wife.”

“Yours,” she moans, her palms closing around my biceps and her fingers digging through the fabric of my shirt.

I continue to fuck her, hard, fast, rough, while reminding her that she’s mine. “I want you to come. Soak my cock, Aria. Show me that you belong to me.”

I’m going to come soon, but I won’t let myself lose control before she does. I need her orgasm.

“Oh, shit, Santo!” she screams, her moans echoing through the emptiness of the night. I hope they’re loud enough to wake the fucking dead. Because I want everyone to know what we’re doing. I want them all to know she’s mine. Dead or alive, I need them to know Aria De Bellis is fucking mine.

Her pussy tightens, choking my cock.Fuck, she feels good.And then she falls apart. My hands press into her back, holding her up as I thrust into her five more times before following her over that cliff.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Oh my fucking god. What the hell was that? What did I just do? I came here to talk Santo into coming home. Not to fuck him. Technically, he did the fucking. But still… I just let him fuck me on top of his fiancée’s grave.

What the hell is wrong with me?

But also, I just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. How does he do it? Every time is better than the last.

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