By Virtue I Fall (Sins of the Fathers #3)(56)

I forced a smile. I wasn’t sure why our conversation felt so loaded all of a sudden. “You’ll have to be my dirty secret.”

“Trust me, Anna, I’m very aware of the limitations of our bond. I have no intention to die by your father’s hands nor to be the reason for a scandal that damages the Outfit. Our bond will be confined to the bedroom.”

For some reason, that didn’t sit well with me either. What I wanted and what I could have were at odds right now.

Santino cleared his throat. “How do you feel?”

For a moment I was sure he meant emotionally, and that would have been a question I couldn’t have answered honestly but then his hand stroked down to my abdomen.

“Not too bad. I’ll be ready for dirty deeds soon.”

I must have dozed off shortly after because when I came to myself again the sky was turning gray outside. I was still in Santino’s arms. I listened to his breathing but soon realized it didn’t sound as if he was sleeping. “You awake?”

“Can’t sleep?”

“Hmm.”

“Eagerly waiting for me to be ready for round two?” I teased. Being in Santino’s arms felt intimate and right. It scared me a little.

“More than eager.”

I laughed then lifted my head off Santino’s chest. Our faces were close, and slowly his expression came into focus. He wasn’t smiling, but his expression was softer than usual.

“Aren’t you worried about catching feelings for me if we cuddle all night?” I tried to break the moment of tenderness, worried I’d like it too much.

Santino slapped my ass lightly, making me jump. Any kind of sleepiness vanished in a blink. I raised my eyebrows.

“I really wish your mouth was sore too.”

I poked my tongue out at him. “Maybe you need to angry fuck it again like you did yesterday.”

Santino glowered. Oh, someone was in a mood. It was almost endearing how concerned he was about me. “Anna. Don’t remind me.”

I traced his pecs with a manicured finger. I smiled secretly. “Don’t tell me you feel guilty because I was a virgin.”

Santino cast his eyes up at the ceiling. “Fuck. I should have realized it. I’ve known you for years. But you didn’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing.”

“I wanted to impress you.”

Santino leveled his brown eyes on me. “You did.” He paused. “But that was a lot for a first experience.”

I bit my lip. “Yep. I learned more than I bargained for.” I giggled nervously. I hated the sound. “Especially your thumb in my butt.”

He shook his head. “Are you okay with it?”

I leaned up, grinning. “What if I said no?”

Santino didn’t smile.

“Would you apologize for fucking my mouth?”

“You know how much I hate if you talk like that.”

“I know.”

Santino growled, grabbed my hips, and threw me on my back. Then he pressed between my legs and shoved my arms up above my head, his fingers tight around my wrists. His hips pressed into me and his tip entered me. I stopped breathing, my sore flesh aching at the intrusion.

Santino stopped, his touch on my wrist becoming gentler.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

He shook his head with a low chuckle. He didn’t pull out but he didn’t enter me farther either. His thumb stroked along my pulse point as his head dipped and he snatched up my nipple between his teeth. I tensed then moaned when his tongue circled my puckered nub. For a long time, Santino’s lips and tongue lavished my breasts and only our low breathing could be heard in the room. Soon he reached between us and guided his tip back and forth over my opening and clit. I panted at the small lightning bolts of pleasure that radiated through me at the firm pressure against my sensitive nub.

I was soon slick with arousal and panting for more. Santino looked up from my breasts. “You want more?”

“All of you,” I said.

His smile widened, becoming hungrier and more possessive. He flipped us over, making me cry out in surprise as I suddenly found myself on top of him, straddling his hips. His cock pressed against my pussy, his tip digging into my belly insistently. His balls pressed against my pussy, and that felt strangely erotic too.

I straightened my back, my palms pressed against Santino’s abs as I looked down at him. “Ready to ride me?” Santino asked with a dirty grin.

My core clenched. Overplaying any nervousness I felt I raised my hips with an answering grin until Santino’s tip nestled between my folds. Santino regarded me as if I was the center of the world, as if he was all he desired and it gave me a confidence boost. I lowered myself very slowly. Santino’s tip breached my opening. I tensed briefly at the feeling of fullness and soreness.

Santino wetted his thumb and began to rub my clit, though I was aroused enough. Still, I enjoyed the sight of Santino’s strong hand giving me pleasure. I watched with half-lidded eyes as he stroked me lightly. My nipples were almost painfully hard with lust and I reached up and began to tug at them. Santino let out a low groan that only spurt me on. I tugged and twirled at my nipples while I rotated my hips slowly and lowered myself until Santino’s cock was settled all the way inside of me. I clenched and stilled, my tongue darting out to wet my dry lips.