Page 66 of A Sinner's Truth

I’m not complaining. He’s not the worst person to have around me 24/7. But ever since we agreed on being in this thing for real, he hasn’t touched me sexually. I don’t know why, and it’s driving me crazy.

I find him in the games room. After looking around to make sure we’re alone, I walk over to the pool table, pick up the black eight ball, and drop it into a pocket. “I want to go back to having a fake marriage,” I tell him.

Santo drops the cue onto the table and storms towards me. His eyes roam up and down my body. “What happened?” he asks before stopping right in front of me.

“You made me like sex. That’s what happened. And now that we agreed to actually be married, we haven’t had sex. So if that’s what comes with being real, I want to go back to being fake.”

Santo doesn’t say anything. He reaches forward, picks me up, and sits me on top of the pool table. “You wanna be fucked, darling? You think that I don’t want to fuck you more than you want me to do it?” His hands lift my dress up my thighs.

“I want you to want me,” I tell him.

Santo presses his cock against my core. “Does this feel like I don’t want you?” he growls—yes, growls.

“Then why haven’t you touched me?” I ask as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“I was giving you time.” Santo trails his lips along the side of my throat.

“Time for what?”

“Time to process everything. I didn’t want you to think that I’m only interested in one thing,” he says, pulling his face back while his hands cup my cheeks. “I want you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”

“You do?”

“I do.” He presses his mouth against mine.

I close my arms around his neck and pull back from his kiss. “I don’t need time. I need you. I want you.”

Santo picks me up. “As much as I want to fuck you right here, I’m not allowing anyone else to see you like that, and I’d really hate to rip out my brothers’ eyes if any of them were to walk in.”

“Maybe we should circle back to the idea of getting our own place,” I suggest.

“Oh, I plan on it.” Santo carries me upstairs and into his room. The door slams shut and then I’m flying through the air before landing on the mattress. “Dress off now,” he says.

I climb onto my knees and lift my dress over my head. Butterflies fill my stomach with anticipation. I’m blaming Santo for turning me into this wanton mess of a woman. I was fine not liking sex before. I didn’t ever miss it. And then this man came into my life and got me addicted to the ecstasy that he so easily gives me.

“Bra and panties too,” Santo orders while he drops his pants and steps out of them.

Reaching behind my back, I unclasp my bra and slide the straps down my arms. My breasts ache to be touched, to have Santo’s mouth on them, his fingers. My entire body is needy for his touch. Standing on the bed, I pull my panties down, kicking them off before dropping back down to my knees. Santo, who is also now completely naked, stalks towards me.

He shoves me onto my back and positions himself between my thighs. His fingers slide through my wet folds before he pushes two of them into me. “You’re so fucking wet. Have you been feeling neglected, Aria?”

“I feel like I need you inside me now, Santo,” I tell him. His fingers slide in and out easily. His thumb presses into my clit.

“You need me inside you, huh?” he hums as he continues to fuck me with his hand.

“I do,” I say, moaning as my pussy clenches while the tingles in my lower stomach build.

“Who are you?” Santo asks.

“Aria?” I frown. I don’t understand his question.

“Wrong answer. Who are you?” he repeats.

“Aria De Bellis?” I honestly don’t know what he wants me to say.

“The correct answer ismy wife. Who are you, Aria?” He smirks down at me.

“Oh god. Your wife. I’m your wife!” I yell out.

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