Page 54 of Liberated By Sin
I’d never felt so conflicted. A part of me wanted to run out that door because I knew there was no turning back from what would unfold between us. But another part wanted to live every sensation and every jolt of electric pleasure I’d felt this morning when I’d come undone with Santino’s face in my thoughts and his name on my lips, like I had nearly every day since that first night.
Stop thinking. Stop feeling, I told myself.Take what you want.
I snapped my eyes open, a grin tipping the edges of my mouth as I approached him. “You’re going to regret those.”
“I don’t doubt that. I’m already on the verge of chewing my own goddamn hands off to get to you.”
Fuck.
My breath hitched as heat roiled deep in my belly.
Music suddenly filled the space, and the lights danced to the soft rhythm flowing through me. My hips swayed of their own volition. I didn’t need to think or force myself to move because Santino was always the perfect motivation.
His hungry eyes stayed fixed on me, fleshy mouth slightly parted as I stalked forward. Every strike of my heel on the tiled floor mirrored the beats of my heart. Just a few more inches, and I’d close the gap between our bodies and open the door to a new phase in our relationship. But I was sure that whatever awaited on the other side of tonight would be worth the next thirty minutes.
“What did you do to Andretti?” I asked, hiking a leg over his thighs.
Santino groaned low in his throat as my pelvis slid over his belt, brushing the bulge in his pants. “No, don’t you ask me about thatbastard. Not right now.”
I pitched close to his ear, and the urge to bite him forced me to swallow hard. “Why did you come here?” One hand snaked up the back of his neck, and another gliding over his cock had him cursing in Italian.
“You want to know why?” he asked, voice strained and his mouth coasting against my bare shoulder. The light caress had me suppressing a moan.
Wet and throbbing for a man was nearly foreign to me. But every dip against him sent me soaring and craving more friction.
Our eyes connected.
“Tell me,” I damn near begged, pussy firmly in his lap.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Stretching forward, he pressed a kiss to the corner of my lips. “You’re mine,preziosa.”
“Yours?”
“From the day I laid eyes on you, I was fucking gone.”
Digging my nails into his nape, I suppressed a moan as pleasure rocketed from my core.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I half-whined when he thrust upward, meeting my hips.
“Wrong.”
“Santi…” I said on an exhale.
“Fuck, baby…Say that again.”
I closed my eyes as his breath fanned hot against my neck. “You don’t understand.”
“I don’t. I fucking swear I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Amara. But I want it. Fuck, I want it so badly.”
The metal around his wrists rattled loudly as he fought to free himself, even though he knew it would be pointless.
“Sometimes,” I breathed, pushing off his lap, “we don’t know what we’re asking for.” Unable to withstand another second, afraid I’d come, I lifted off his lap. While the thought filled me with a surging rush of dread and anxiety, my body failed to receive the memo, and I instantly regretted the loss of his touch.
I turned and bent over, letting him indulge his eyes before dropping to a split and whipping my hair.
Again, he tugged on the cuffs.
“I’m not asking. I’m begging.”