Page 85 of Nocturnal Sins
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Samira
The next week was the hardest week of my entire life. I had to bury my father and hold my head high in the face of the public. Condolences poured in from everywhere and they drowned me. I started to hate when the sun came up because it meant I’d have to deal with people and listen to them talk about my father and what a great man he was and how unfortunate it was that he was killed in a botched robbery.
Bullshit.
It was all bullshit.
Santana was a master at projecting a smiling face for the public and thank god he was able to shield me from most of the world. He didn’t say much to everyone but somehow he kept them at bay. It was when we were alone that sadness enveloped him like icy black waters.
He threw himself into Papa’s work and began contacting his connects one by one from memory. He had all their information stored in his head and I had no idea how the fuck he managed to do that. He was amazing but he was so sad and lost. It hurt to watch.
We both needed something to pull us out of the pit we were sinking into. Santana made the decision to shut down Papa’s restaurant for a few weeks while we sorted through everything and he spent most of his free time there reading over the books. That’s where I found him one morning when I rolled over and he wasn’t beside me.
His broad shoulders were tense and drawn together as he sat at Papa’s desk, pouring over papers. I walked up to him and slid my hands along his tense muscles. He relaxed the moment I touched him. He lifted his head and looked at me. Pain swam in his coffee eyes and it gripped the pain in me like an iron fist.
I settled in his lap and he kissed my temple. It was the sweetest gesture and it made my toes tingle. “I think we can take it over…if you want to, Samira.” I watched his thumb press down on the ink pen he was holding repeatedly. I could feel the nerves buzzing on his skin. I had to do something to help him calm all the way down.
“Run what, Santana? The restaurant?” My fingers lazily slid through his hair while my eyes took in every feature on his handsome face. His dark eyes held tight to a level of intensity that they didn’t have before we lost Papa.
It made him smolder.
“Yeah, the restaurant.”
“I want to.” I swallowed a thick knot in my throat and looked into Santana’s chocolate eyes. We had to take over Papa’s restaurant. There was no way in hell I was letting it go downhill or get sold.
I told Santana, “I want to take over both businesses.” I made sure to hold onto his face while I said it so that he’d know I was serious. I thought I’d be met with resistance from him but instead he gave me a nod.
“The Alvarez name will still live on strong,” Santana gave a half smile and squeezed my thigh. Words fell to silence and something swirled around us. It was like a familiar friend that neither of us had seen since Papa died.
“You’ve been so strong and beautiful this week, Sammie. I’m proud of you.” His strong hands slid up and down my sides and I pushed out a shaky breath.
“Thank you, but I think the real one who needs love is you, Santana. Papa would be so proud. It’s only been a week and you’re already talking about running the restaurant and the family business.”
“Thank you, Princess.” He kissed my forehead and my thighs clenched.
“Is it wrong that all I can think of is you inside of me?” That made Santana pause for a moment. It made my cheeks turn red. I waited for him to say something…anything but he remained silent.
I’d started to wonder if maybe he still wasn’t ready. I felt like an asshole. I tugged on the hem of my dress and nibbled on my bottom lip a little. Anything to redirect the nerves.
I shut my eyes and drew in a deep breath so I could speak. I couldn’t get a single word out though because Santana’s mouth covered mine in a slow kiss that burned so fucking good. I whimpered against his lips and locked my arms around his neck.
He lifted me onto Papa’s desk and I heard things crashing to the floor. Insignificant things that meant nothing compared to the passion growing and stretching between us.
“I missed you so much,” I whined.
“I missed you too,” he growled. His cock was so hard it made my core throb when it pressed against me.
“Oh god, Santana…” The way his tongue moved in determined strokes against my warm skin made me squirm. I had no patience. I all but squealed when I heard the metal clank of his belt coming unbuckled.
He pulled back, looking between our bodies and said, “Touch your pussy for me, Sammie.” My hands flew between my legs and I rubbed my stiff clit while he watched. “Shit. You are so perfect.”
I let a moan escape my mouth as I slid my fingers across his bottom lip painting my desire on him like war paint. We needed this release. We needed to come together in more ways than one.
Santana teased my sensitive pussy with the head of his cock and I sucked slowly on my bottom lip while my hips rotated to meet him. I needed him. He paused right at my slick opening and tugged his shirt over his head in one motion and my stomach tensed. It was worse than waiting for Christmas.
My hands roamed over his tightly packed abs and it made the anticipation even worse. By the time he was done toying with me, I was raining all over the desk. An erotic scream slid from my lips as Santana drilled inside of me like a man possessed.
