Page 35 of Nocturnal Sins
He made me feel like myself and for the first time ever, I knew what that meant.
“I’m not torn. Fuck that. Look at me, princess…” He smiled a little, knowing how much I hated when he called me that. It was one thing for Papa to call me that but it crawled under my skin when Santana did it.
“Yes, Daddy?” I retorted. It was enough to make his eyebrow jerk up to his hairline with intrigue.
“Do more of that shit later.” He sat on my bed then pulled me on top of him. I sat with my knees pressed together because I didn’t trust myself to straddle him. I always wanted him inside of me.
“Seriously though, I think somewhere deep inside of me, I’ve always known you were for me. We’re too much alike. Only, I’m not afraid to let my dark side out. You still struggle with yours.
I don’t think after making love to you…” He dotted my neck with kisses. “And filling you up every chance I got…” More hot kisses. “That I could do anything but love you. You’re so fucking special. You’re the only person who gets me. You protect me from the world. You even stood up to Pop for me.
I could never deny that kind of love. You didn’t make things awkward, Samira. You made them right. I love you too.” He kissed my forehead and I smiled, pressing my hand to his.
“So I’m not crazy then? You love me too? More than us being…” I hated the word sibling now. I wanted to torch it and leave nothing but ashes where it once stood between us.
“Fuck no. I love you more than life itself.” His words were so strong they nearly knocked me down. I placed my hand over his chest and felt the powerful thump of his heart. It was a cadence that I’d fallen asleep to so many times, I had it memorized.
“Good, I was starting to worry,” I laughed a little, relief settling into my chest.
“For what? I know you didn’t think I was one of these sorry assholes out here that would fuck you and leave you alone.”
“I don’t know, Santana. This is uncharted territory for me. For the first time in my life, I realize that I don’t have to do what Papa wants me to. I don’t’ have to do what everyone expects me to do. I can do what I feel no matter if it’s wrong or right. No matter if it’s frowned upon or…forbidden.” I toyed with his long fingers, moving them this way and that.
“Do I make you feel like you can be yourself, Samira?” I nodded my head, trying to ignore the timid feeling rustling inside of me. “Well, rest assured, I’m not going anywhere and I’m not ever letting anyone else lay a fucking finger on you. You belong to me.” He took my face in his strong hand and made me look at him. I nearly fell head first into his beautiful eyes.
“Yours?” I smirked. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t fuck with him a little bit.
“Mine. So that means no more getting your pussy eaten by Brady and I’ll break every fucking finger on Dom’s hand if he touches you a second too long.” His threat sent a jolt of excitement crackling through me.
“Uncle Dom carries a gun, Santana. Be careful,” I warned.
“What do you think that package was he delivered over here?” He asked me.
“A gun…for you?” My eyes grew wide. It wasn’t because of fear though. It was a mixture of hot emotions. The thought of Santana wielding a gun and shooting someone turned me the fuck on. Then, on the other hand, I was shocked that Papa trusted him that much.
“A gun, for me.” He nodded his head.
“Santana, do you think Papa will show me how everything works? I want to see the real backroom of the restaurant.”
“He might be coming around. I don’t know for sure though. We had a good talk today before he left.”
“Really?” I squeaked. Santana chuckled at me then kissed my forehead.
“Really. So we’ll talk to him when he gets in.” The way he stared at me was almost too much. It sent a thick feeling rolling over me. It was heady and it made my eyelids flutter shut.
“You’re fucking beautiful when you close your eyes like that. You look like an angel.” Our mouths came together and I couldn’t have wished for anything more.
I moaned when he flipped me on my back. My legs went to his sides and his hands slid up my dress, pushing the fabric around my hips. “Fuck me, Santana,” I begged, tugging on his hair.
“Again?” His big ego drove the apples of his cheeks up. “Does my princess like getting her pussy punished?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I purred, barely able to contain my smile. He bucked against my heat and I closed my eyes, remembering what he said moments before.
I felt the crown of his thick cock ease into me and I jerked at how deliciously he stretched me. “Sam, Santana? You guys in here?” Papa’s voice sounded from downstairs. I turned into a solid block of ice and so did Santana.
“Fuck,” he blurted, scrambling upright. “You make me irrational,” he sighed.
“Same.” I rushed over to the mirror and straightened my ponytail so that not one hair was out of place. It was just in time too because Papa walked through the door. What would have happened if Santana and I were so wrapped up in each other that we didn’t hear him come in?
