Page 65 of Sinful Bodyguard (Dark Mafia Sins 4)

Fin sinks to his knees, his fingers moving up my skirt. He kisses my thighs as his fingers softly caress my sensitive skin.

“No panties.” His words vibrate toward my pussy. I widen my stance for him. We’re about to watch Katrina’s daughter be christened, but being a few minutes late won’t hurt anyone.

I think the problem is that too many babies are being born into my family. They all parade their babies around, making us hold them. What Fin isn’t seeing is the late nights. The mother staying home to feed the child.

“Oh,” I breathe as his tongue licks around my clit.

“Stop thinking so hard.” He chuckles, before his tongue dips into my pussy. He begins to tongue-fuck me like he would with his cock as his finger keeps pressure on my clit.

My fingers dig into his hair, and I push everything out of my mind. I focus on how he makes me feel. I can sense my inner walls fluttering as I get closer and closer. My head hits the wall behind me, and I use it for support to keep me upright.

His tongue circles my clit again, his fingers now curling inside me. He hits my G-spot and sucks on my clit. I pull his hair as I call out his name. Shamelessly, I grind down on his face.

My chest is heaving from losing my breath as I feel him attach my gun to my leg. “This gun lets me have peace of mind when I’m not around. This gun has always kept you safe.” He stands, using his arm to wipe his mouth. “We’re going to a church because of a baby thing. If you feel the need to kill someone, I will happily do it for you.”

“I know you’re trying to be sweet right now. But you need to stop talking.”

“Luna. Today is day ten. Even if you kill someone, I’ll concede you win. Honestly, I just want you to be open to talking about it. I don’t want it to be a fight between us.”

I sigh out, “Me neither. How about I promise if I get the urge to have kids, you’ll be the first to know? Because I will win this bet fair and square. Then if I never get the urge, we never have to talk about it.”

His fingers comb through my hair from my scalp to the tips. “Is this about the baby talk or that you just want to win?”

I hate he can see right through me. “A little bit of both. Come on, we’re going to be late.”

We are the last to arrive. By the time we enter through the large doors of the church, everyone is standing, waiting for us. It’s so nice to see all my siblings under one roof. Both Gia and Katrina are holding their little ones. Their babies were born only a month apart.

“Punctuality goes a long way, Luna,” my brother growls.

He’s been taking our father’s job very seriously. He’s even more annoying now that Katrina has no husband or significant other.

“It’s fine.” Katrina comes to my defense. Luca ignores her and barks out orders for where to stand until the priest takes over. “Anyway, we’re still waiting on one more.”

Her comment is wasted on deaf ears. I place a kiss to my sleeping niece’s chubby cheek and do as I’m told.

My brother and his wife Aly are the godparents. They stand on the steps of the altar with Katrina. Everyone else takes a seat to watch.

“I’m not ready yet,” Katrina tells everyone, halting the priest, who had begun to talk.

The church doors burst open, Demetri strolling in wearing a suit, and my hand instinctively pulls my gun out.

It’s Fin who pushes my gun down. My father is dead because of that Russian. I stand, but Katrina halts everyone’s movements.

“Everyone, meet my husband.” The church is stunned silent. “And the father of my daughter.”

Demetri walks with powerful strides toward my sister, then takes the sleeping baby from her arms. “Let’s start the process, shall we?” His strong voice takes over the church.

The priest stumbles over his words as he restarts.

“Hm. Cute couple,” Fin comments, and I kick his shoe.

Katrina turns her full attention to our family. “I expect everyone to welcome my husband into our family. I will not tolerate hostility. The war we have with the Bratva is now over. If you do not accept him, I will take my daughter, and you will never see us again.”

“You could kill him…,” Fin whispers into my ear. My fingers dig into his thigh. He looks at me and winks, ignoring my grasp on him.

Leaning in, I add, “If I have to go nine months without killing, so do you.”

“Easy,” he confirms.

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