The First Sin (Sins of the Past 1)

I kissed her on the lips and slid my hand beneath her shirt, working my way up to her perky tits. She stilled when I cupped her breast over her lacy bra. “You have me for the rest of the night. What do you want to do with that time?”

She moaned when I twisted her nipple between my fingers through the fabric. “What do you want to do?”

“It’s your special day, babe. Your choice.”

Gia always let me make the decisions. Even though she was stubborn and bossy, she let me handle everything. I even ordered for her when I took her to dinner. She loved when I was in control.

“We can do anything I want?” She beamed with delight. “Are you serious?”

I nodded. “Within reason, of course.”

“A few of my friends from school are meeting up at a bar off-campus. Can we go?”

“What’s the name of it?”

“O’Shea’s.”

“You know that’s where the Irish Mob hangs out, right? It’s not the kind of place you go to dance.”

“I know, silly.” She tapped me on my arm. “Do you take me for an idiot? My friend is dating Connor O’Shea, and she wants me to meet him. So, can we go or what?”

“Yeah, I guess so. If it’ll make you happy.”

Her choice in bar was the last place I would have picked, but there were worse spots to drink than O’Shea’s. My family was friendly with the Irish. They helped us out when we needed assistance pushing drugs or guns.

“It will,” she squealed and kissed me on the cheek. “Let me grab my things.”

“I’m taking you to dinner first.”

“Dolce?”

“Yeah. Ma’s working there tonight. I haven’t seen her in a while. She’s mad I missed dinner on Sunday.”

She smiled. “You’re a good son.”

“Not a good man.”

She rolled her eyes and turned around, bending over the front of her desk to grab her purse from the bottom drawer. My dick sprung to life the second her dress rode up her long, lean thighs.

I moved behind her. With my hand on my zipper and the other on her hip, I leaned forward. “Stay right here, baby. I want you just like this.”

“Angelo.” She giggled, while I pushed her panties to the side. “Be quiet, okay? Someone might hear us.”

“Let them fucking listen,” I growled, fisting my cock in my hand. “I want everyone to know who owns this pussy.” I dragged my finger along her slick folds and shoved it into her, withdrawing it long enough to replace my finger with my cock.

Gia was always wet for me. All I had to do was enter the room, and she was soaked.

“You want to know what I did today, G?” I pulled out and slammed back into her, each time harder than the last.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Tell me. Give me all of your pain, all of your anger. I want it. All of it.”

Gia liked sex more when it hurt. So did I. She loved it, even more, when I confessed my sins while I fucked her until she couldn’t walk anymore.

“I ripped out a man’s teeth. Only a few of them but enough to make him bleed.”

“More,” she whispered. “Give me more. Why did you do it?”

“Because he owes my family a lot of money.”