Forgivable Sins (Bellandi Crime Syndicate 2)

Yavin left shortly after. He didn't apologize, and neither did Lino, given that they were stupid men. "You shouldn't have fought him. He's your friend," I scolded, sitting on the bathroom counter so that I could reach the corner of Lino's mouth more efficiently. A tiny cut had formed on the very corner of his lip, and the bleeding must have stopped while I was busy telling Yavin off.

"He's my brother," Lino corrected, and I winced. The idea of him and Yavin being brothers, just made me feel more guilty about the visible rift I'd caused between them, even if I suspected it would be temporary.

"No, he isn't," I huffed a humorless laugh, even if I would have rather cried.

Lino's hands came up, trapping my face between them. "You're my wife. That means your brother is my brother." I nodded, because the reality of that felt crushing, like I could drown in the reality of what our marriage meant to my family. My mother gained her other son, my brother got the brother he always wanted.

And me?

I got everything.

I smiled up at him, dabbing at the dried blood on his lip with the washcloth one last time. "Well, if we're going to unite families with this marriage, then I think we should probably consummate it," I whispered. I felt more nervous, initiating sex the second time, because I knew to the depths of my soul that I was ready. Ready to leave the old Samara behind once and for all. Embrace the Samara who could stand up as a Bellandi with her head held high. The Samara who could be a wife to a man like Lino.

As if before, with all my bravado, I'd known I wasn't ready. Known that I needed to see Lino back down, just one more time.

Now the thought of him backing down felt agonizing, as if the thought of not having him inside me had become painful.

"Samara, there's no rush. We have all the time in the world."

"I'm ready," I whispered, holding his eyes with absolute certainty. "I'm ready to feel what it's like to have you inside me. I'm ready to take you in my mouth and to take you in my pussy," I said, fighting back the flush. It felt strange to say the words to Lino, strange to voice all the fantasies I'd let myself consider for years.

All the ways he could rock my world.

Lino groaned. "I don't think I can stop again," he admitted. "If you aren't sure—"

"I'm sure," I whispered, reaching down with my other hand to touch him through his slacks. My fingers brushed against the hard length of him, only once, before his mouth descended on mine and I tasted the coppery aftermath of his fight with Yavin. His hands went for my shirt, ripping it up and over my head. I had no choice but to reach behind me and undo my bra when his hand worked the buttons on his dress shirt and flung it to the side. Toeing off my pumps, I heard them fall to the floor with a thump. Lino's arms wrapped around me, lifting and carrying me to the bedroom, and I wound my legs around his waist tightly.

"As much as I'd love to fuck you on the counter, the first time I make love to you will be in our bed," he whispered as he dropped me onto the mattress and stripped off my pants hastily. I watched his pants follow, and he crawled up between my legs, his eyes careful on my face as he settled his weight on top of me. The moment the heat of his shaft touched me, I moaned.

No panic.

No fear.

Just us, and nothing had ever felt more right.

Reaching up a hand with a smile, I tugged his face down to mine so I could kiss him. His hips rocked against me, testing gently as he made love to my mouth in the same way I imagined he would use his cock. When I didn't protest the gentle roll of his hips, he set a smooth torturous rhythm that slid his length against me. Through me.

Building my anticipation without ever using his hand or his mouth, getting me ready for the moment when he would slide inside. He pulled his lips from mine, but kept his face close, our breaths mingling as he held my eyes. "Please," I begged, wiggling my hips slightly to torment him.

I wanted him to slip inside, wanted his control to snap, but in that moment when I felt the head of him notch against my entrance I froze. "Condom," I sighed in disappointment.

"No," he whispered. "Just us, Little Dove." I opened my mouth to protest, to ask him if that was smart. Even on birth control, there were other risks and other conversations we needed to have.

But when he pressed forward, and he finally, finally slid into me, my mind was gone. He groaned, tilting his head to look between our bodies, and I wished I could see. Wished I could watch him as he took me the first time, but the position made it impossible. Shoving at his chest, he went to his knees immediately and I knew I'd made him think I panicked.

His lungs heaved in relief when I smiled, looking down at where we joined to watch. His eyes slid down to the same place, and his hips rolled forward until I took a little more of him. "Okay?" he asked.

"Shut up and fuck me, Lino," I gasped, unable to believe he still had more cock to give as he stretched me open. Taking my hips in his hands, he dragged me down the bed, using my own body to get inside me.

When my ass hit his thighs, I clenched around him on a moan. "You're fucking perfect," he groaned, falling to his arms so that he held his weight just off of me. And he set a slow, torturous pace as he moved in and out of me, gliding through my wet heat and striking against the end of me until I was desperate to come.

"Harder," I begged.

"I don't want to scare you," he protested. My hips tilted up, meeting his thrust and giving him the perfect angle he'd need to take me the way I knew we both wanted.

"I'm not afraid, and you won't hurt me. It's just you and me now, Stallion," I whispered, and then immediately cried out when he tightened his fingers on my ass and took.

Harder, sharper drives of his cock that pounded into me with breathtaking force. He kept it slow, held my eyes the entire time, but the intensity increased until I whimpered beneath him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cried out, tightening around him as I exploded into a climax.