Page 32 of Nocturnal Sins
Sammie, Sammie, Sammie.
If beauty were a language, it would have been well spoken by Samira Alvarez at all times. Her body was fluent and her face was the muse.
Downstairs, the alarm beeped several times and I heard the soft laughter grow closer. I wasn’t expecting for Sammie to stop past my room first but I should have known better. We couldn’t be in the same house without touching somehow. She’d become my addiction and I wasn’t willing to give her up.
“Hi Santana,” she beamed and wrapped her arms around me. I closed my arms around her waist and nestled my nose against the sweet spot on her neck behind her ear.
“What’s up, Sammie?” My voice tickled her and she rewarded me with a cute-as-fuck giggle.
“I brought my friend Erin over, is that cool?”
“That’s cool. Just stay the hell out of my room,” I said loud enough for her friend to hear. Mainly so I could uphold the asshole-big-brother standard that I knew was expected of me.
On the other side of the door that joined my room to Sammie’s, I heard her friend shuffling around. “Why can’t we hang out in your room?” Sammie asked. Her green eyes taunted me, turning my cock to steel.
“Because I said so,” I grumbled, gripping her perfect ass in my hand. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and I pressed her curvy frame against me so she could feel my erection. “And if you don’t stay out of my room, I’m going to fuck you and make your friend jealous,” I whispered in her ear while I cupped her pussy.
“Okay, fine,” she pretended to sigh. She was so good at putting on shows but she couldn’t pretend to do anything but cum when my mouth was on her or my dick was sliding deep inside of her. She pried herself away from me and gave me a coy wave before disappearing behind the door.
Fuck.
She was going to ruin me. I knew it. There was no way around it.
How could something that brilliant not blind you? How could something so hot not burn? Sammie was perfect in ways I didn’t understand before but now? Now those ways were all I could think about. They were all I cared about.
Since Samira and I couldn’t stay away from each other, we found ourselves in the kitchen trying not to eye fuck each other while her friend Erin sat at the island eating snacks and talking about meaningless bullshit. I was grateful for the doorbell because I didn’t know how much longer I could keep looking at Sammie’s dusky golden skin and striking olive eyes without bending her over and impaling her.
“Was Papa expecting someone?” Sammie asked in her prim and proper voice. That voice went out of the window when I was balls deep inside of her.
“Yeah, Dominic was supposed to drop by,” I told her. I headed to the front door to break the heat between Sammie and me. Dom stood there holding a small black case. He placed it in my hands and I thanked him. The exchange was simple enough.
I looked over my shoulder for a brief moment when I heard the girls in the kitchen giggling and Dom tipped his head to the side. “Is that Sam?” He asked, a smile inching across his face.
Usually, I only saw Dom at night so I didn’t notice that in the sunlight the silvery scar that ran from his left eyebrow down to the corner of his mouth was visible. It blared to life like a neon sign. I pulled my eyes away from it and nodded.
“Yeah, Sammie’s in there with one of her cheerleader friends. I’m having so much fucking fun. Can’t you tell?” I deadpanned. Dom chuckled and stepped further inside, straightening his shirt.
“Mind if I say hi to Sam? I haven’t seen her in so long. I know she’s all grown up and beautiful.” His chuckle led him into the kitchen where the girls were. Sammie’s green eyes got wide when she saw Dom. She smiled and hopped up from her seat to hug him.
“Uncle Dom!”
“Hey there, Sam. Long time no see. Goodness gracious you have…grown.” His eyes slid down her frame the same way Marco’s had and a flare of anger surged through me. It was brief though. Dom wouldn’t prey on Samira like every other man.
“Why don’t you ever come by Papa’s anymore?” She asked. She’d long since let go of Dom but he still had his arms fixed around her tiny waist. I wanted to break his hold on her but I had to compose myself. If I flew off the handle it would be a dead giveaway that pointed right at Sammie and me.
“I’m busy a lot now, sweetheart. I’m working with your dad at night. I’m gonna try to stop by and see you though.” Sammie pulled away from Dom’s sticky grasp and sat beside Erin.
“Good. It’ll be nice to start seeing you around again. You and Santana and Papa are such night owls. Always working late,” she remarked, making sure to stare Dom down when she spoke.
“We’re nocturnal,” he chuckled.
“I see.” Her green eyes slid over to Erin. “This is my uncle. Uncle Dom, this is my friend, Erin.”
“Nice to meet you,” Erin shook Dom’s hand and he nodded at her then slid his gaze back to Sammie. I watched their exchange like a hawk.
I picked up on every time Dom’s dark eyes dipped down Sammie’s shirt or fixed on her mouth when she spoke. I didn’t want to believe it but there was no way around the plain goddamn truth. Dom was eye-fucking Samira.
“Thanks for stopping by, Dom. I’ll tell Pop I got the package from you,” I forced a tight smile but it still didn’t seem like he was getting my drift.
