Page 65 of Liberated By Sin

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Page 65 of Liberated By Sin

I felt their suffocating weight clawing at the doors to the vault in my mind. But I refused to let them win. Where pain was always violence and revenge, this moment belonged to me.

Maybe that was my vengeance.

And I was finally freed from their shackles.

I ran a hand down my face and huffed a shaky sigh, rising to my elbows in time to catch Santino licking his fingers.

“So fucking sweet.”

Nerves buzzed in my belly, but there was no turning back. I reached for his waistband, and we locked eyes as I worked his belt. Words weren’tnecessary. We knew what would happen here.

Santino’s cock sprung free, and I found myself momentarily frozen. This was the first one I’d actuallyseen.I expected to feel a rise of panic, but curiosity took over at seeing a piece of jewelry piercing the tip.

“Did that hurt?” I asked, almost impulsively.

“Of course.”

“Will it…hurt?”

His smile wavered, and he tipped my chin. “It shouldn’t. But if you haven’t done this in a while, then…” Santino trailed off, uncertainty creasing his expression. “I’m sorry…”

I arched up and pressed a short kiss to his lips. “Don’t be. It has been…a while. But I need this. I want you,” I said, bringing a hand to his erection. “I’m done being afraid. This is the last shred of power they hold over me.”

He closed his hand over mine, guiding my strokes and giving me the confidence to push through my nerves. As hard as he was, I appreciated his patience.

“Thank you.”

“Are you thanking me?” he asked, his smile between perplexed and amused.

“I am. Now, shut up and follow through with your promise.”

He chuckled with one hand around my waist and laid us back on the mattress. Feeling a little bold, I let my thighs fall open, enjoying the hungry look in his eyes.

“You’re beautiful.”

Men had always paid me compliments, but they were just words laced with desire and the hopes that I’d let them fuck me. But Santino made me feel beautiful again despite my scars, past, and the broken woman I saw staring back at me in the mirror.

“So are you.” Reaching for his cock, I stroked his thick length. Every pump coaxed more pre-cum to leak from the slit, and besides feeling slightly anxious, I was fascinated. Not only was he big, and pretty even, but he was pierced. The thought should have worried me, but I wasaching for him.

With another chuckle, he pressed a kiss to my inner thigh.

“Come here.” He took my hand and pulled me into his lap. I straddled him, arms behind his neck, his erection between us. Framing my face with his free hand, he said, “You’re dripping down your thighs, and as much as I want to run my tongue and taste every fucking drop of you, I want you to do this on your terms. Sit up.”

I pushed up on my knees as Santino guided his cock between my legs and slid the piercing over my clit and along my wet seam. “I want you to feel good, and when you’re ready, you’re going to sit your sweet little cunt down.”

Tingles flooded my core, and I nodded, my eyes lidded as the metal nicked against my swollen flesh, over and over.

“Santi…so good,” I murmured, rocking my pussy harder against him, my hands on his shoulders.

“Just like that, baby. This is all you.” The gravel in his voice pushed me close to the edge. He’d handed me the power, but I could hear the strain in his tone, and his self-restraint just made me want to fuck him even more.

“I need you. All of you.” My lips brushed his ear as I circled my arms behind his nape.

“I’m yours.”

Our eyes met, and I stilled my hips when he positioned himself at my entrance.

“All you,preziosa.”




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