Forgivable Sins (Bellandi Crime Syndicate 2)

“You’ll find him,” I said, leaning my face into his back. “Until then I have Emilio. Nothing will happen to me.”

He spun suddenly, those brown eyes staring down at me like pools of lava. “I need you to go now, Samara. I’m too on edge tonight. I don’t want to hurt you or scare you. Not after the things I did tonight. I’m too keyed up to be gentle.”

“I don’t want you to be gentle. This is part of you, Lino, and I want all of you,” I admitted, pressing my lips to his chest softly. His chest rumbled with his growl, his hand burying in my wet hair to tug my head back so sharply. Those eyes of his burned into me, studying me for a reaction he wouldn’t find. I meant it when I said that I wanted all of him to be mine, and that meant I had to be brave enough to face the side of him that intimidated me. I’d have been lying if I said that I wasn’t intrigued by him.

“Last chance,” he rumbled, and when I didn’t protest his mouth came down on mine in a harsh claim that made me moan. His kiss was all tongue and teeth, vicious and savage as he devoured me like he could draw me into his body and make me a part of him. He spun me, pressing me against the shower wall and hiking me up to wrap my legs around his waist.

He shoved inside me without warning, and I wasn’t nearly wet enough for it, but the bite of pain with the way he stretched me only added to the forbidden pleasure of it. My body clenched around him, making it impossible for him to get all the way in on the first pump, and I could feel his mounting frustration as he drew back and thrust back in. “Let me in,” he groaned as he pulled his lips away from mine and bit my collarbone. I gasped, feeling myself open to him until he slid home. He didn’t pause, only ground his hips into me briefly before he pulled away and pounded at me as hard as the position allowed.

With a groan of frustration, he dropped me to my feet, turned me, and bent me forward slightly until my hands touched the wall for support. He lifted my ass up until I went up on my toes, and the position immediately felt uncomfortable, off-balance. That feeling only worsened when he pounded inside, and my face smacked into the shower wall. “Lino!” I gasped, feeling him strike against the very end of me.

“You’re mine,” he growled.

“Yes!” I cried.

“No one will take you away from me.” Another thrust, another withdrawal. “Say it, Little Dove.”

“No one, my Stallion,” I murmured, and his hand cracked down on my ass harshly. Instead of leaving it alone, he brought his fingers down to the place where he’d never touched me despite his promises to take me there. His fingers slid around to my pussy, soaking up the wetness from my sex and dragging it back up. “Lino, I don’t think—”

“I told you to go to bed. You didn’t listen, now you’re going to take my cock in your ass, Little Dove.”

“Lino!” I shrieked when his fingers pressed against me. His cock stilled in my pussy, stuffing me full of him but not making any move to actually fuck me. I wanted to move away, wanted to get away from the foreign, dark pleasure that tormented me, but his other arm wrapped around me to tease my clit and build up the heat that he created with his light pressure.

He waited until I writhed in his arms, and then pressed forward until his finger slid inside of me slowly, filling me with a vicious burn that made it seem like taking his dick there would be impossible. But those fingers at my clit kept working me, stroking me right up to the edge of an orgasm despite, or maybe because of, the perverse pleasure he gave me. Just when the burn dissipated, he slid another finger inside me, and it started all over again. His cock twitched inside me, as if he could feel how much my body loved the torment.

“So wet for me, Little Dove,” he murmured, and his fingers drew apart inside me, stretching me open for what I knew would come next.

“Lino, please. I want to come,” I begged.

“You come when you take me in your tight little ass, vita mia,” he groaned, and his fingers pumped into me more sharply.

“Then just fucking do it already,” I complained, and his dark chuckle sounded behind me as he pulled his fingers free.

“Just remember you asked for this when I split you open. Breathe,” he

ordered as he pressed himself against me. My flesh parted around him subtly, a slow give of tissue that made me shove a hand back at his hips to stop him. But he pressed forward, pushing through my body’s resistance until he slid inside. He paused, stroking fingers at my clit until I relaxed into the discomfort and he pressed forward bit by bit. Shallow strokes that gave him just a little leeway into me with each one, I tucked my head forward and panted through it until his hips pressed against my ass and he groaned. “This ass is mine now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I hissed. “Can I fucking come now, you Neanderthal?”

He laughed, and the sound was like music to my ears. Lino sounded just a little bit more human with each slide of him inside me, with each of his groans that sounded in my ear. “Yeah, vita mia, you can fucking come now.” His fingers pressed tighter into my clit, sending me spiraling over that edge with a scream and he followed behind me with a roar.

His forehead pressed into my spine, relaxing there for the time being as the water poured down on us.

I didn’t dare move for fear of awakening the beast again. With the way my body ached, I knew I wouldn’t be able to take him so brutally again so soon.

But when he pulled out of me and spun me in his arms to set to cleaning me up, his eyes were warm on mine. “My stallion,” I said, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek.

“My everything,” he sighed back, pressing his forehead to mine and staring down at me.

My heart stuttered, remembering the words he’d spoken after Connor’s assault.

His everything. My fingers traced over the tattoo on his chest, wondering, but never voicing my thoughts.

I was too flayed open, too consumed and exhausted by the day, but for the first time when he tucked me into his side when we crawled into bed, I fell asleep wondering if my years of love had really been unrequited after all.

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Kicking. Clawing.