Page 26 of Sweetest Sin
“You’ll have that one day.”
“It’s what my mom wanted,” she says, her tone somber. “Instead, she got an abusive husband, years of heartache, and one daughter she struggled to care for.”
“You’re not going to be her,” I say. “You’ll break that cycle.”
She nods in agreement and then looks down at the photo of us as I eye it over her shoulder. I already knew she was the sliver of good in my otherwise corrupt world, but as she stands next to me, I can’t help but be reminded of it. She’s all smiles and innocence and softness in contrast to my stoic expression, which hides all the shit I’ve been through that hardens a person.
But even with our differences, I could envision a life with this woman in another world. Date nights and vacations. Asking her to be my wife. Creating a family together, just like she wants.
Fuck, the thought of her swollen with my child has me instantly hard. Would they have her fiery-red hair with my gray eyes?
I would run the real estate company with my brother and sister by my side, and after Peyton was done getting the degree she wanted so badly, I’d teach her the hospitality industry so she could run it along with me, if that was what she wanted.
But that’s not my reality because real estate is only the tip of the iceberg. It’s the legal business that helps us wash our illegal money.
I try to picture Peyton in my world, filled with drugs and prostitutes and weapons. She’d have to have a guard everywhere she went. Our children would always be a target. Every day, her life would be at risk.
No, Peyton doesn’t belong anywhere near my world. She’s too good, too innocent. She deserves to stay in the light, not be sentenced to a life shrouded in the darkness.
We only have tonight. The hours are dwindling down until we get on the plane and fly back to Coral Bay, where we’ll part ways and I’ll stop stalking the gorgeous woman who can never be mine.
The ride in the elevator is quiet, and I wonder if she’s getting cold feet. Maybe it was all too much, too quick, and she’s having second thoughts about spending the night together.
As we step into the suite, my phone rings with a call from my assistant, Janet, who texted me earlier to say she would be calling with a couple of time-sensitive questions.
“I need to take this,” I tell Peyton.
“Of course. I’m going to step out onto the terrace and get some fresh air.”
I nod and answer the call, then head into the second bedroom for a little privacy.
Janet and I go over a few things she needs for an upcoming project, and once we’re done, I let her know that I won’t be reachable until tomorrow.
I put my phone on Do Not Disturb—with exceptions set for Matteo, Mom, and Brielle—and then head into the bedroom to get changed. After throwing on a pair of sweats, I grab my shirt and bring it with me into the bathroom so I can brush my teeth before I put it on.
I assumed Peyton was still on the terrace, so I’m momentarily taken aback when I find her standing in the bathroom—in only a white lace-and-satin bra and matching panties set.
She’s leaning over the sink, reapplying her lip gloss, and her breasts are hanging like perfect raindrops, begging to be released from their confines. Her ass, which is as creamy and smooth as the rest of her, is popped out, the tiny thong leaving nothing to the imagination.
“Dominick,” she breathes when she spots me in the doorway.
Needing to be closer to her, I cut across the bathroom and come up behind her, both of us standing in front of the mirror.
“Do you have any idea how enticing you are?” I tell her, running my hand over the curve of her shapely ass. “Standing over the sink in your virginal white bra and panties set?”
“I was hoping you’d like them. I hate to break it to you … but I’m no virgin,” she murmurs, her emerald eyes meeting mine in our reflection.
The thought of her being with another man has me wanting to find every guy she’s been with so I can punish them for having touched what’s mine.
I reach around and pull her bra cup down, exposing the swell of her breast and her rose-dusted nipple. I tug the other side down and then pinch both nipples, eliciting a moan from her.
Fuck, I can’t wait to have her screaming my name as she comes on my cock.
“Dominick, I need you to fuck me right now,” she begs as I tweak and pluck her nipples.
I ignore her, focusing on her breasts, and the vixen pushes her ass back into my groin.
“Did you hear me?” She glares. “I need you to?—”
