Page 123 of Made to Sin

Her eyes were filled with tears, joyous ones I hoped, by the time they rested back on me. She was searching my face as if she didn’t believe what I said. I couldn’t believe it either.

I didn’t care if she never returned my feelings. The look she had when I told her I loved her was enough for me. I would say it every day of my life without expecting anything back.

Dante was right. I was pussy-whipped but in every single way. “Katarina-whipped” should become a new definition in the dictionary. Maybe I could buy a patent and make it one with the caution of being deadly addictive.

Extra when her lips slammed on mine.

I groaned and pulled her onto my lap, not giving her a chance to change her mind.

Fuck, it had been too long.

“Luciano, wait,” she breathlessly said, turning her head away, but I kept kissing her neck. “Luciano.”

Her attempt at sounding stern caused me to smile against hertan skin. She didn’t like being ignored for the second time and pulled me off her by the hair, glaring at me.

With a sly grin, I gave her face my full attention. “Yes? I’ve missed you, sweetheart.”

She wasn’t impressed, still glaring. “It’s been two days, and it was your choice to not come home.”

“I was seeing if I could live without you. I couldn’t, so can I please fuck you now?” I impatiently persisted.

She blushed, thought about it, and gave in.

“Fine, but we’re talking later.”

A molten fire spread through my body at her agreement, and I wasted no time in returning my lips to hers. Like a key to a lock, I never felt more at ease than I did at this moment.

She was perfect for me.

It didn’t matter if Katarina was my demise, my punishment, my salvation, my obsession, or all of the above. The only thing that mattered was that she was mine.

IHELDHERTINYBODYin my arms as I walked us to my room. It would have been easier to screw her in her bed, but there was something rewarding about waking up in the morning and seeing her in my space.

We didn’t break our kiss, making up for the three nights that we’d lost. How I stayed away for so long remained a mystery, but I knew it would never happen again.

The door slammed behind me with a suggestiveclickas I pressed her against the wall, tasting every bit of her mouth. I swallowed her soft noises and eagerly waited for more. Though tempted, tonight I wasn’t going to rush it. I was determined to show her exactly how much I loved her, one inch at a time.

Pulling away for air, I lowered my hunger to her neck, kissing and biting where I knew she enjoyed it most. Her moans grew louder, matching the rhythm of her pleasure.

My hands moved on their own accord as I reached inside her shorts and grabbed a fistful of her ass. I squeezed the flesh, not letting go until my fingers made a print on it.

A trail of heat ran straight to my groin as the sick thought of branding her crossed my mind. It sure would tell everyone she was mine.

Since it wasn’t possible now, I gave her cheek another squeeze, stating the possession instead.

“Mine,” I growled.

She fervently nodded, half-heartedly pushing my head from her neck to take off her shirt. “Yours.”

I groaned at how she knew exactly how to push my buttons. I wanted to go slow, but when her perky tits were in my face, I couldn’t stop myself from taking one of them into my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the dark nipple, staring up to see her face in utter ecstasy. It was so hot, I accidentally bit down with my teeth. She screamed, and I lapped at the spot, worried I hurt her. But she wasn’t dissuaded, my dirty girl arched her back to push more of herself into my mouth.

Fuck.

My control shook, demanding to be inside her tight pussy, but I shot down the desire. I needed her to know she meant more than a casual hook-up to me. If I had to give her ten orgasms and received zero tonight, I would.

Once the breast I was sucking on turned red and raw, I switched sides. Repeating what I did to the other nipple, I took my time playing with this one.

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