Page 83 of Liberated By Sin
She slammed the suitcase lid closed. “I said no!” It was the first time I’d heard her raise her voice. The topic of Ares and that particular part in her past was clearly off-limits, so I decided to let it go.
For now. “Okay.” Holding her gaze, I reached for her hand and tugged her toward the bed. “But I’d still like for you to accompany me tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“Because Silas is like a brother to me, and I want him to meet the woman stealing the heart I never knew I had.”
The hint of a smile danced on her lips as she followed me into bed and under the sheets. With her plump little ass against my cock, trying to hide my erection was pointless. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, threading my fingers through hers and kissing my hand. “I didn’t mean to react like that…it’s just that—”
“I understand.”
She twisted around to face me. “I’d love to meet your friends tomorrow.”
“Good,” I said, plucking a curl that had fallen over her eye. But when I stretched out to kiss her, I noted her smile had suddenly soured. “What’s wrong?”
“What will you tell them? That we met at your club?” She scoffed. “That you fell for me when you saw me stripping on stage?”
“I assure you they won’t judge you.”
Scooting closer, she shook her head and said, “It’s not about me. I face people’s judgment every day. And I haven’t let it faze me for a long time. But what will they think of you?”
“Poor Santino. Stuck with a beautiful and fierce woman. Whatever will he do?”
The sound of her laughter warmed my heart and made my cock hard. I could listen to her all day.
Forever.
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Myheart galloped as we approached a gated driveway. Having spent most of the morning racking my memory, I concluded that I had never heard or met either of Santino’s friends, so I was unsure why nervous energy buzzed through my body. Their ties to Ares and the fact this was a big step in our relationship were probably the culprits.
Santino placed a hand on my jittery thigh and squeezed.
“Everything all right?”
“Of course. I just haven’t done this sort of thing in a while. The whole meeting new people, playing nice, and pretending I didn’t just cut the dick off some man last night.”
Santino grimaced and laughed. “I bet Helena would get a kick out of that story.”
“She sounds like my kind of girl.”
He pulled up to the entrance, where stone steps led to tall black double doors.
“You and Helena. Why is that slightly terrifying?”
“Well, now I’m thoroughly intrigued,” I said with a laugh.
It was easy to lose myself in his eyes and forget everything outside our bubble existed. But that kind of life—twisting around, I stared at the beautiful two-story home—a normal one, where I lived in a place like this and hosted friends…well, that just seemed out of reach.
“Come on,preziosa. The faster we get through this, the sooner I get you home and back in my bed.”
I was convinced I’d never stop feeling flutters in my belly and throbbing between my legs. Santino made me feel beautiful, special—so many things I never thought I’d feel again or ever.
He took my hand, rounded the hood, and walked me toward the door. I waited for Santi to knock, but he simply stood there and sent me a wink. Confused, I shot him a look and motioned toward the doorbell until I glanced up and saw the mounted camera above our heads and the others strategically placed around their property.
Of course. Ares.
A young teenage boy opened the door and greeted us with a half-smile and a nod. He was handsome, with dark hair and steel blue eyes. As expected, his gaze fixed on mine, narrowing slightly, intrigued by the differing colors.