By Virtue I Fall (Sins of the Fathers #3)(63)

“Not really,” I said quietly. “Because once I’m married, we can’t be together anymore.” I realized I no longer thought we’d stop once we were back in Chicago…

“That’s a consolation,” Santino muttered.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the window. Maybe it would be best if we stopped this now.

“I’ll try to get a grip, all right? It’ll be tough but I do my best to ignore Cliffy’s existence.”

I opened my eyes and smiled slightly. “Good, because I don’t want to give up what we have just yet.”





Despite our conversation, our relationship remained strained in the days after my meeting with Clifford. I wanted it to return to how it was.

I missed the banter and the uninhibited sex. Our last intercourse had felt just like that. Polite intercourse.

I leaned in the doorway to Santino’s room as he did push-ups. “You know, Sonny, I would have never pegged you as a pussy who lets emotions ruin a perfectly good sex life.”

I stifled a grin at the look on Santino’s face.

He pushed to his feet, his sweats hanging low on his hips and sweat glistening enticingly on his upper body. “Did you just call me pussy?”

I shrugged with a teasing smile. This felt good, safer.

Santino stalked toward me and I whirled around but before I could dash away, he slung an arm around my waist and slapped my ass hard. I gasped, but he simply lifted me up and carried me over to the bed where he draped me over his lap. Santino’s palm smashed against my ass again—even harder. I jerked with a cry, my shock-widened eyes darting up to Santino’s face. “Are you cra—?”

Santino shoved away my panties, and I moaned, my head falling forward when he slid two fingers into me. As usual, our banter had already prepped me well and my muscles welcomed him gladly.

“If I’d known this would shut you up, I would have fingerfucked you over my lap sooner.”

I hung limply over his strong legs as he eased his long fingers in and out. His other hand massaged my ass.

I breathed through my nose, my eyes falling shut.

“You won’t ever call me pussy again.”

I hummed my agreement. With Santino’s fingers hitting all the right spots, I would have agreed to anything.

Santino’s hot breath hit my skin a second before he bit my ass cheek lightly, making me moan even louder. “You can be such a good girl when you’re horny. I’ll remember that.”

“How does letting you fingerfuck me over your lap when I’m engaged to another man make me a good girl?”

Santino’s palm hit my ass hard. I jerked then cried out when he pinched my clit and I almost came. “You are only mine right now, and I want you to remember that.”

My head lolled forward once more with a weak nod as Santino’s fingers moved torturously slowly, stroking my inner walls deliciously, as he moved so deep his knuckles pressed against my clit.

“Now I want you to come hard like a good girl.”

I would have rolled my eyes if Santino hadn’t started thrusting his fingers into me at a pace that had me grab his legs and my toes digging into the floor because I was losing track of what was up and down.

“Oh god,” I gasped. “Oh god.”

I wasn’t sure I could take much more. My body was heightened to the max, my clit swollen and aching, desperate for release.

Santino smashed his palm against my ass when his fingers were buried all the way in me and his knuckles hit my clit.

I screamed as I came with a violent shudder. A string of unintelligible words, some French some Italian fell from my lips as I pressed my face against Santino’s calf and felt wetness trickle down my thighs.

Confusion filled me but I was too overwhelmed and exhausted to react on it.

Santino purred like a lion as he stroked my ass, his fingers still sliding in and out of me.

He bent down and pressed a kiss to my left then my right ass cheek before he pulled out his fingers and kissed my sensitive flesh. I moaned again. His tongue trailed over my upper thigh.

I lifted my head, certain my hair was worse than a bird’s nest. “I’m not sure I like you spanking me like a naughty schoolgirl.”

Santino peered at me over my ass, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Your body does. You squirted like a good girl.”

My cheeks heated. For some reason, this seemed like something unnormal to do. I’d never done that before.

“Trust me, making a girl squirt is a badge of honor every man wears proudly,” Santino said, reading me as usual. Lying on his legs had become increasingly uncomfortable due to his erection digging insistently into my belly.

His smile broadened, becoming almost wolfish. “Let’s see if I can earn another badge.”

Santino gripped my hips and tossed me on the bed. I let out a groan, feeling boneless.

“No rest for the wicked, Cherie, I’m going to give you a real pounding now.”

Santino positioned me so I was sprawled out on the bed with my face turned toward the wooden bars of the headboard.

“You better hold on tightly. This is going to be rough.”

I bit my lower lip to stifle a grin. Santino propped my ass up slightly then squatted behind me. I was about to comment on the position when he slammed into me. His hands clamped down on my hips as he pistoned into me. My hands shot out, fingers desperately clinging to the bars of the bed.