Page 67 of The Fall of Sin (The Sins of Saint 2)

“How did you know where to find me?”

He pulled his lips in a straight line. “My father. Right before Raphael opened the door for him, he sent his bodyguard to tell me where you were.”

I inched back. “Your father risked his life to save me?”

Saint shook his head, and I saw the conflict storming in his eyes. “Everything my father does comes with a price. This will be no different.” He brought my hand up to his lips. “But right now, whatever the price, I will pay it willingly.” He placed my palm against his chest right where his heart was. “I love you, Mila.”

My heart stopped.

“I love you, and nothing has ever scared me as much as my love for you.”

“Saint—”

“And if what Elena says is true,” he flattened his palm over my stomach, “if you are carrying my child inside your belly, I will dedicate my life to you and our unborn baby.”

I settled my hand over his. “And if Elena is wrong?”

He grabbed the back of my neck and forced me closer as he crushed his mouth against mine. Everything faded. Every dark memory evaporated. He took it all through that one powerful, mind-shattering kiss. Warm, familiar lips kissed me as if he’d die if he didn’t. The feel of his velvet tongue searching for mine ignited a desire strong enough to smother my fear. My uncertainty. Every promise, every vow a husband made to his wife resonated from his desperate kiss. There was no doubt anymore. No reason to fight what we had found in one another. All that remained was the comfort of finally knowing that no matter what brought us together or how painful our past was…it no longer mattered. Nothing mattered but us.

Saint broke our kiss and leaned his forehead against mine, while his other hand pressed against my belly. “If Elena is wrong, then nothing will stop me from planting my seed inside you.” He tightened his grip behind my head and forced me to crane my neck. “Because no matter what happens, you will bear my children,segreto. And we will be bonded for eternity.”

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SAINT

I had my own personal physician brought to the Empress so he could examine Mila and make sure she wasn’t hurt. He requested privacy while he tended to her, but a deadly glare told him exactly how I felt about his request.

I sat on the chair across from her bed and watched his every move and tried my best to ignore the ache of worry that settled in my gut. This was new territory for me, feeling so protective over someone. It was so intense, I sometimes found myself pondering thoughts of how I’d love to lock her in this room and make sure no one could get near her.

The doctor monitored her pulse, checked her temperature, and asked her a fuckton of questions. But she hardly registered anything around her as she kept staring at the white stick that sat on the bedside table.

“How much longer?” She looked up at the doctor, who secured his stethoscope back around his neck.

He reached for the stick and examined it while Mila and I both seemed to have stopped breathing.

The doctor looked at me. “The test shows your wife is indeed pregnant.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” I dismissed him with a nod, not taking my eyes off Mila, who sat frozen on the mattress with her knees pressed against her chest.

“I’ll be back next week to do a follow-up.”

“That won’t be necessary, Doctor.” I got up to my feet. “We’ll be in New York by then.”

The doctor nodded then exited the room. It was only when the door shut that Mila straightened from the bed. “New York?”

Words eluded me as I stalked toward her. I ignored the question in her eyes. The uncertainty. Because all I saw was the beauty of the woman who had become the most important person in my life. And now that I knew she was carrying my child, I realized this was everything I never knew I wanted.

“Saint, are we going to New York?”

Mila pressed for an answer, but as I came within inches from her, I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and weaved my fingers through her curls, pulling her closer so I could claim her lips and drown in her taste.

Our mouths fused together as one, and the beautiful ballad of her moans sang to my blood. A siren so easily luring me to my demise.

I wound my other arm around her waist and lifted her on her toes as I pressed her body flush against mine. Through the years, I had convinced myself there was no woman in the world who had the power to tame me—no woman strong enough to become my weakness. Yet here she was. The girl was supposed to be nothing but a signature. A pawn. A means to end.

Now…she had become my life.

“I love you, Mila,” I whispered between wet kisses.

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