The Ultimate Sin (Sins of the Past 2)

“There was this girl who worked for Dante. Her name is Alexandria, but she goes by the name Lucky.”

“I know her,” I admitted.

“You do?” Her voice had a strange squeal to it.

I nodded. “I met her a few times down in AC. She’s been with Dante a long time. I guess she’s like his headmistress.”

“She was nice to me. We became friends. I wanted to take her with me. She was the one who figured out I was pregnant. I was supposed to stay with her and Dante, but I told him I was pregnant. Then, he punished me before he sold me.”

My jaw clenched in anger. “He punished you how?”

“He didn’t hurt me. But he made me watch him fuck Lucky. He made a real show of it as if he wanted me to know what I was missing.”

I bit back my words for Gia’s benefit.

Now that I had her back, I had to try my best to act like the man I used to be. Controlling my temper was a good start. Gia needed someone levelheaded who would make her feel safe, not some lunatic hell-bent on revenge. But my father made it clear that Gia’s return had conditions I was expected to obey. No vendettas, no retaliation. I had to honor his wish when he’d granted mine.

I lifted a bottle of shampoo from the ledge and began to work it into Gia’s curls. She turned around, so her back was flat against my chest. I washed her hair, then made my way to her body. The tangerine body wash she liked was in the shower from the last time she’d stayed at my parent’s house with me. We were alone on this side of the house. And I planned to make use of the time we had together.

I lathered the soap in my hands and rubbed it down her arms, taking my time when I got to her chest. Gia covered my hands with hers and held them over her breasts. My growing erection was digging into her lower back. I didn’t want to make this about sex, but Gia had other plans.

“I need to feel you, Angelo.” She licked her lips, drinking in some of the water that landed on her face. “It’s been too long.”

I brushed my lips along her ear. “You need to rest. Let me take care of you. After you get some sleep and recover, you will feel me… everywhere.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to wait. My body might be sore from the drugs and the shitty conditions, but I need you, Angelo. I need this. I need to feel you.”

This was our way of communicating. It was never just about sex with us. The act itself might have been intense and sometimes too rough, but we showed each other how much we loved each other with our bodies. It was how we healed, how we became one. When I would go to my dark place, all Gia had to say were those five words to bring me back to life. I couldn’t feel a thing with anyone but Gia. She was the link to my humanity, and she held the key.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I told her. “You’re too weak. You need your strength.”

With her back to me, Gia looked up and smiled. “Go slow. Be gentle. Take your time. We have all night. Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

I spun Gia around, so we were facing and kissed her, soft and sensual for once. Each kiss was a silent promise, as I made love to her mouth. Gia wasn’t used to me being gentle, but I was always good to her. When we were younger, I took everything slow, never pushed anything too far. I was trying to be that person for her. Instead of my usual rough tough, I kissed her as if she was my last breath, and I needed her to survive. Because I did.

Gia slid her hands up to my neck and hooked her leg around me, digging her heel into my ass. I lifted her up, and she pinned the other leg around me, holding on to me for dear life. She dragged her fingers down my arms, her nails piercing my skin. I liked the pain. Feeling something with Gia made all of this real.

She was back.

She was mine.

And I would never let her go.

Ever.

I’d made the mistake once, one I would not make again. When you have something worth fighting for, you have to protect it at all costs. Gia was always it for me. No one and nothing could ever compare to her. She absolved me of my sins, forgave me when I was at my worst. I owed whatever shred of decency that was left inside me to her.

Gripping Gia by the hips, I lowered her onto my cock and used the wall behind me for support. We both closed our eyes and moaned the second I was inside her. She pressed down on my shoulders, her tits bouncing in my face. I opened my mouth and took her nipple between my teeth, pulling out of her slowly, before I filled her up again.

She screamed my name, her voice growing louder the closer she got to her orgasm. Gia was so close I could feel it, her pussy milking my cock. I wasn’t too far behind her. After not having sex for a month, I couldn’t last much longer. She was too tight, too warm, her body too perfect for me to focus on anything else. I couldn’t distract myself. I wanted to get lost in her, feel every inch of her.

Gia came so hard her orgasm rocked right through me. She moaned. I growled, biting her nipple harder as I came along with her. Out of breath, I peeled my mouth from her breast and looked up at her.

“I love you, G.” I slid her off me and set her down on the ground. “So fucking much.”

She smiled and placed her palm on my chest. “I love you, too, Angelo. Thank you for saving me.”

I shook my head and sighed. “I didn’t save you. I couldn’t even find you.”