Page 67 of A Sinner's Truth

“That’s right. You’re my wife, and that’s not about to change anytime soon. You’re my wife.” He thrusts his fingers harder. “Mine,” he growls.

“I’m yours,” I tell him.

Santo moves his hands to my thighs, spreading them as wide as they can possibly go. He fists his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up, and then he enters me with one hard thrust forward.

“Oh God.” My legs wrap around his waist. I hold him close as I let my body adjust to the intrusion. The mixture of pain and pleasure send an immediate thrill shooting through my nerve endings.

“You are mine, my wife,” Santo says as he slowly begins to drive his cock in and out.

“Mhmm, yours.” I have no words as my eyes roll to the back of my head. His cock slams into me over and over again. Hard and fast.

“Fuck, I love your pussy.My pussy. It fits me like a fucking glove, Aria. You were fucking made for me. Mine.”

“It’s yours. Only yours,” I moan. My fingers dig into his back, my nails embedding in his skin.

Santo lifts my ass and tilts my body, giving himself a deeper angle before reaching some magic button deep inside me. Witheach thrust, he hits that button and it has me seeing stars. I’m coming minutes later while my legs clutch his waist.

“Yes, come for me, darling. I love when your pussy clenches around my cock, milking me. It’s all yours. Fuck yes! Just like that. I fucking love soaking my cock in your juices,” Santo grits out between thrusts. “Fuck yes. So. Fucking. Perfect.” Then he stills while emptying himself inside me.

“Oh my god, that was…” I’m heaving as I try to catch my breath.

“Fucking amazing,” Santo finishes my sentence for me.

“It really was. Thank you.” I sigh, roll over, and drape a leg over his body.

Santo’s hand runs up and down my back. “You don’t have to thank me for fucking you, Aria. It’s not exactly a hardship.” He chuckles. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t wanted.”

“We went from having sex multiple times a day to not at all. It confused me,” I admit. And I got in my own head. I thought that maybe he was having second thoughts about our relationship, and I was trying to give him an out when I suggested that we go back to the fake arrangement.

“I was trying to be a gentleman, to give you time to process your loss and deal with everything. I don’t want you to think this is only about sex. It’s not. But don’t for one second think I don’t want to fuck you every minute of every day.”

I shift my body to look up at him. “Do you think it’s crazy that we’re doing this?”

“I think it’d be crazy not to do it,” he says.

“Do you feel guilty about being with me?” I ask him.

Santo seems to consider his response. I can tell he’s trying to find the right words. “Sometimes. I don’t want to and I know I shouldn’t. But it’s a hard habit to break.”

“Are you still in love with her?” I don’t need to clarify. We both know who I’m talking about.

“No. Ilovedher. But now all I can think about is her betrayal. At the same time, I feel freer than I have in years. It still hurts—the loss of everything I thought we had—but I don’t want her back anymore.”

“Okay,” I whisper. It’s not easy knowing your husband has had a great love with someone else. I know he’s hurt over finding out about her affair, but he still loved her and he lost her. That’s not going anywhere. I don’t want to take it away from him either. “Do you think that one day you’ll be able to love again?”

Santo frowns at me. “I’ve already fallen in love again. You might know her. She’s pretty fucking amazing. Cute too. Strawberry-blonde hair, green eyes. Oh, and she’s married to me.” He smirks.

My breath catches in my throat. “I… You love me? Why? How?”

“You make it easy to love you, Aria. You’re fucking innocence is what drew me to you. You’re sweet, kind, and you’re fucking gorgeous. Not to mention you’re easy to talk to. I actually like being around you,” Santo says.

“I love you too, but if you break my heart, I’m going to find a way to rip yours out and then I’m going to cook it and make you eat it,” I warn him.

“You know a dead man can’t eat his own heart?” He laughs.

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” I lay my head back down on his chest.

“I won’t break your heart. I promise,” Santo whispers while clutching me tighter.

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