By Virtue I Fall (Sins of the Fathers #3)(60)

“I’ll let your dear brother know. It was his TikTok account I checked when I confiscated his phone last time.”

“Sure,” I said, stifling a grin. Our banter gave me life. Despite our frequent, very frequent sexual encounters, we still teased each other without mercy.

“I have the most gorgeous teenage girl flashing her ass cheeks at me every morning and night in a desperate attempt to seduce me, I don’t need TikTok for that.”

“Newsflash, it’s not an attempt if it’s successful.”

His answering sly grin warmed my belly more than the best hot chocolate in the city. I nudged his arm with mine, my smile widening. “I’m starving. Feed me.”

Santino gave me a very dirty look that made me wish for a less public place. “I fed you last night.”

I slapped his arm, my cheeks warming and desire flaming up my belly as I remembered how he’d taken my mouth last night, but I played oblivious. “I think I’m in the mood for a good duck paté and a salad.”

“Not what I’m in the mood for.”

Despite his words, he led me toward a small Parisian restaurant with old glass cabinets with savoy cabbage and chicory made from porcelain as decoration. It had become a favorite of ours. The owner was quirky and a bit confused, but he spoke English—which made Santino happy—and they served the most delicious duck paté with homemade gherkins and rustic bread. We settled on a small table next to the door with a view of the lively neighborhood.

“Two glasses of champagne,” Santino said then raised his brows at the waiter. “If you haven’t drunk it yourself again.”

Last time we had lunch at the place the owner and his crew had drank all the champagne the previous evening while watching soccer so they hadn’t had any for us.

With a sheepish smile, he served us two glasses of champagne.

“Are we celebrating anything?” I asked as I picked up the glass.

“Just that life’s good right now.”

“And that you finally popped my cherry?” I whispered, smiling coyly at him.

“That was weeks ago.”

I pouted. “So it’s old news I suppose.”

He grinned. “I prefer to celebrate giving you three orgasms this morning.”

“Cheers,” I said, clinking glasses with him before I took a sip. Then a thought crossed my mind and I almost choked on laughter. “I’m pretty sure Dad won’t be happy if your expenses include champagne for giving me orgasms.”

Santino’s expression darkened at once. “When I pay for us, then it’s from my own money. That’s what a real man does when he invites a woman.”

“I really like the bad boy you, but gentleman you is pretty cute too.”

Santino grumbled something then took another sip. He didn’t even particularly like champagne and only did it because I hated drinking it alone.

“You know,” I said when we were almost done with dinner. “I have been feeling horny since the Eiffel Tower.”

“The rat did it for you?” Santino said dryly but the lustful gleam in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

“Oh yes, that’s my thing. Especially if they feast on fries. That’s what it was by the way, not a piece of baguette.”

“You love being right.”

“I am usually right,” I corrected. “But I love it too.”

Santino waved over the owner to pay but instead of being quick so we could do something about my horniness, he chatted with him as if he didn’t have anything better to do.

I gritted my teeth. Santino was doing this as a form of punishment for all my teasing of the past.

When we left, I let my gaze stray over every halfway attractive man. “Maybe I should pick one of them to scratch my itch. They won’t waste time talking.”

Santino gave me a harsh smile. “I fear that’s not an option anymore.”

His possessive undertone only made me desire him more.

Still I felt like tipping the scale back in my favor so when we arrived back at our apartment, I stalked straight into my room and locked it before I took my favorite little dildo from its place in my drawer and turned it on.

Santino hammered his fist against the door. “Let me in.”

“Maybe later. I have an itch to scratch.”

“I’ll take the door down.”

I walked over to the bed and stretched out on it then slid my soaked panties down. I teased my folds with the vibrating tip of my dildo, moaning softly.

“Anna, you have three more seconds before I’ll kick the door in.”

I bit my lip with a smile and turned up the vibration before I pushed the head of the dildo into my pussy. I moaned. A bang sounded and the door flew open, then slammed against the wall behind it. Wooden splinters and plaster tumbled to the floor.

I cried out in surprise and sat up, my eyes wide.

Santino stepped in. “I warned you.”

His eyes darted to the dildo I was still holding and which was still half buried inside of me.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

I lay back once more. “Let’s see how you explain that to our landlord.”

“You really think I give the slightest fuck about him when I see you fucking your sweet pussy with a dildo?”

I shrugged and eased the dildo slowly deeper. Santino watched me with hunger-darkened eyes. He opened his pants and pulled out his cock, which was eager to join in on the action.