Page 86 of Nocturnal Sins
I held on for dear life while I screamed his name and dragged my fingers along his strong back. His brand of pain was so silky and rich. As much as I shied away from it, I needed it. It brought a sense of clarity with each thrust.
I felt every ounce of stress evaporating from Santana’s body while he fucked me and drove away all the heartache even if just for a few moments. Our lips met in a feverish kiss. Our tongues slid against each other while he gripped my hair.
The animalistic growl that rumbled through him while he bit my bottom lip made me cry out. “You trust me, Sammie?” He rasped.
“With my life,” I answered without a blink. Santana wrapped his big hand around my throat and squeezed, choking me until darkness nibbled at the edges of my vision. I let go of every bit of control. Suddenly, it wasn’t about Santana calming down and relaxing. It was about me doing the same thing.
My eyes fell shut and I ran toward the orgasm mounting between my thighs. It crashed into me so hard that tears leaked from my eyes when it hit. Santana let go of my throat at that very moment and I gasped for oxygen while I trembled.
It was the most intense shit I’d ever experienced.
“Fuck!” I shouted to the ceiling. My voice was so loud that it made my ears ring. I pressed my teeth together and shook violently while I clutched Santana to me. I was scared that if we parted I’d die. I needed his energy to keep feeding me or I’d starve to death.
“Shit, Samira.” He dipped his head low and swept his tongue across my parted lips, sucking on each one while his thick dick throbbed inside of me. He was getting ready to cum. I wasn’t ready.
I whimpered and locked my ankles behind him to brace for the insane sensation. When it hit, he slipped me his tongue and I sucked and nibbled on it while he filled me up. I came all over again. I thought I was going to pass the fuck out.
After a few minutes, my mind cleared and I realized…
We belonged to each other.
Our experience was so unique that nobody else would ever understand it. We were linked in a way that was only for us no matter how much fire we’d come under. Once the news hit that we were together, the shit would definitely hit the fan but I was ready.
I’d faced way worse beside Santana. A little family opinion wasn’t going to make me turn my back.
“I think I needed that more than I knew,” I said, scooping my hair into a high ponytail.
“Shit, me too. I don’t think either one of us ever came that hard before.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead. He wasn’t lying about that. That was the kind of orgasm that made women crazy over a man.
“I was starting to withdraw a little, Sammie. I’m not going to lie. I just kept thinking about Dom killing Mom and making it look like a car crash. He was at her fucking funeral, Samira. He cried over her casket.” Santana waited in the dungeon for Dom to wake up the night we found Papa dead. He waited for twenty minutes, not moving a muscle.
When Dom finally cracked his swollen eyes open, Santana made him tell, in detail far too vivid, how he set up Mama. Turns out he’d studied her schedule for months prior and knew when she’d be heading to the restaurant and what streets she’d take. He paid a truck driver an insane amount of money to run a red light at exactly 12:34 PM and t-bone Mama. She died on impact and they could never find the truck driver.
Dom hoped that getting Mama out of the way would leave Papa so grief-stricken that he’d turn over the entire organization to him. When that shit didn’t happen, he hoped for half the business but Papa didn’t give him that either. Dom worked alongside Papa for years, hoping to get his hands on the connect contacts but he wasn’t allowed. Nobody was.
Until Santana came on board.
That’s when Dom lost his shit. He hated Papa for letting Santana in so easily, giving him access to top-secret contacts, and letting him control the soldiers. He wanted Papa out of the way so he could manipulate Santana into giving up the business to him.
Well, he was wrong about that shit too. Santana and I were going to take over Papa’s and make him proud in every fucking way.
Fuck Dom.
Fuck what he did to our family.
He’d never get another chance to stab the Alvarez’s in the back again.
I rubbed Santana’s shoulders and looked him in the eye. Those beautiful dark pools of coffee that warmed my soul when it felt like a brick of ice.
“Dom can’t hurt us anymore, Santana. It’s over. It’s done. Don’t ever withdraw and leave me out. We’re all we have now and we have to trust each other blindly. I need to know that if you’re going through something you won’t keep it in your head.” He gave me a sure nod. “I’m serious,” I said, my voice shaking. “We can’t afford to fuck this business up and we can’t afford to lose each other to our own demons.”
“It’s me and you, Samira. We’re going to build this fucking Alvarez empire until it’s a monster crushing everything in its path. We’re going to make Pop proud.” He kissed the back of my hand and a slow smile spread across my face.
“Let’s take over the world then. Bonnie and Clyde style.” We locked pinkies and I felt everything shift and set in stone.
I hated Dom for taking my parents away but in doing that he set Santana and me on the path we were really supposed to be on.
He unleashed the darkness I’d been trying so hard to hide. Now, the world was going to see it and I planned to wear it proudly like a crown.
All hail the motherfucking king and queen.
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