Page 3 of Dirty Big Sins

“Second thoughts?” I don’t know why I asked a question that gave her a way out. I didn’t want her to leave. I rubbed my thumb across the baby soft skin of her fingers.Damn. When she wrapped those around my balls, I was going to lose my fucking mind.

“No. I—I just. Never mind. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

I knew I should have questioned the hesitation. At the very least known more about what I was getting into. But this woman…

Yeah, I wasn’t going to lose this opportunity, no matter the cost. Whatever it was, I’d pay the price.

Later.

After she’d come so many times she couldn’t remember her name and mine was burned forever into her brain.

Chapter Two

VINCENT

As we madeour way from the main house out to my villa, it wasn’t lost on me that we could have taken our time and meandered through the lush gardens as we talked. But it seemed neither of us felt particularly chatty, no matter how romantic the surroundings.

Her nervous vibe seemed to burn straight through my veins as much as the heat our hands generated in our chaste connection. Because of this I quickened my stride as much as her gait would allow. The sooner we got there, the sooner I could make her forget whatever thoughts frazzled her.

Excitement quickened as the building came into view, and I had to admit I hadn’t been this enthusiastic about anything in a very long time. Even the thrill of a fight didn’t compare to this. At the door I punched in the code to unlock it and quickly swept her inside. We were barely across the threshold when I spun her back to a wall and pressed us together front to front.

She wasn’t going to miss the hard cock straining to get to her, and I didn’t care. She needed to know how much I wanted this. Wanted her.

“Tell me your name.” The words came out near guttural as I resisted the urge to shove my tongue down her throat.

“No. No names.”

I wanted to question the why of that statement, but I realized I didn’t care. I was a man and she’d made an irresistible offer, and I sure as fuck wouldn’t turn that down. Maybe later we’d talk. No, definitely later we would. Somehow someway I had a feeling it was going to take more than a night to get enough of her. If I had to extend my stay in Italy to have her, that was exactly what I’d do.

“I’ll accept those terms for now. But one way or another I will hear my name from those beautiful lips when you come.”

I didn’t wait for a response. I took her mouth for the kiss I’d agonized over all night long, sliding my tongue between her lips the moment they parted.

Sweet heaven on earth. She tasted even better than I’d imagined. A little like cherries, but with something else I couldn’t quite describe. But it was a kind of dark and smoky sensation with a kick I felt all the way to my balls. That image pulled a groan of sweet agony from me as I pressed harder against her until my dick notched perfectly against her pussy.

She gasped and it was all I could do not to lose it right there.

Fuuuucccck.

I looked down, hating the clothes that separated me from what I wanted. Her naked skin exposed, damp with sweat as I pulled one orgasm after another from her until she begged me to stop.

I reached down, resisting the urge to rip her dress out of my way, and grabbed her wrists instead. I wanted her pinned to the wall and at my mercy. This was just the beginning. It was Saturday night and there were at least two more nights before I had to return to the States. Which meant two nights to explore the woman every mobster in that room obsessed about. Two nights to make her forget everyone else. Two nights to make her mine in every way…

I pulled away and looked down at her before I spoke because half the fun would be watching her reaction when I gave her a command. “When I let go of you, you’re going to remove all of your clothes, wait five minutes, and then join me in the bedroom.”

The sudden look of sheer panic that crossed her face made my cock jerk and my heart trip a beat. Hell yeah. That was exactly the look I’d been hoping for, and it took every ounce of willpower not to grin or something equally stupid like beat my chest in true neanderthal fashion. I wanted to shock her, sure, but more importantly I wanted to see how she’d react. What she chose to do next would set the tone for the rest of our night together.

I could do vanilla and just fuck her brains out, but if my hunch about her panned out, we were bound for a whole different level of fun and I couldn’t wait.

“Is that understood?”

Her body jerked against mine and I soaked in her deepening reaction as some of the night’s tension began to loosen in my chest. I’d wanted this with her from the moment I saw her. But I quickly realized it might be more than a simple want at this point.

“Yes,” she whispered. The husky tone of her voice rolled over me in a thick haze of lust as the gravity of her answer powered through me.

“God, you’re so fucking sweet.” I leaned closer to her ear. “Do you have any idea what I like to do with sweet girls?”

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t have to. Not yet. The audible whoosh of her breath followed by the tight swallow in her throat told me everything I needed to know. She was as into this as I was.

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