His Secret Sin

She wouldn’t put it past him. He always did things like this behind her back. She knew for a fact he was paying Melanie to keep an eye on her, not that her friend was doing a good job of it. Other than when Melanie needed money, she rarely saw her friend. Most of the time, she was gone, doing her own thing.

“I’m not working for your father. This is my club, and I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“How did you know I was here?” she asked.

“I saw you enter on my security cameras. I watched your friend leave you by the bar. Just so you know, she already found someone and they left together. You need to stop hanging around with her.”

Tears filled her eyes, and she heard him curse again.

“I’m sorry. I’m not usually this emotional. I’m not usually this stupid. She promised she wouldn’t leave me again.”

Diego cupped her face. “Fuck, baby, please, do not cry.”

“I can’t seem to stop.”

“I can’t handle it when you cry.”

She sniffled. “I’m trying to stop.”

He didn’t let her go, and she felt his breath across her face. It was so close.

“Diego?”

Just as she finished saying his name, he slammed his lips down on hers, silencing any more sound from her. This was her first real kiss.

Chapter Four

Diego had been pissed seeing her enter his club again. He’d been avoiding her, making sure he didn’t go near her, to keep her safe. That fucking spy Angelo sent to him had gotten way too close.

So he kept his distance from her, giving her the space she needed. He’d also put the call to Richard, and sure enough, Angelo was their number one enemy. He should have known. Richard had been gathering intelligence for a while now on all the dirty backyard dealings Angelo was making.

Angelo wanted his place, but Diego was never going to give it up.

Now, as he held Belle, kissing her lips, he didn’t know if he could give her up either. She was so soft, and as he took possession of her lips, never had he kissed a woman so thoroughly.

The women he used, he didn’t kiss. He didn’t put his lips anywhere near them.

Belle was too young for him. She should be finding a man more her own age, and even as he thought it, he couldn’t stop kissing her.

She tasted amazing. Drawing her closer to the edge of the desk, he slid his hand to the back of her neck, holding her captive beneath him, wanting nothing more than to sink his dick deep inside her tight heat.

Breaking from the kiss, he trailed his lips down her neck, sucking on the rapidly beating pulse.

“You need to get rid of Melanie from your life.”

“I know.”

“You need to learn to take care of yourself.”

She gasped as he pushed the strap of her dress down her shoulder. Just one taste. That was all he wanted. One taste and he’d leave her alone.

She moaned his name, crying out for more, and it was so fucking addictive. The sweet sounds coming from her mouth made his dick ache. Never had he been so enthralled by a woman.

He’d been with many experienced women, but hearing Belle, feeling her as she held his arms, it was fucking everything.

You can’t have her.

You’ll only hurt her.

Get her killed.

“Diego,” she said, moaning his name.

Pulling her dress down, he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra, the padding of the dress providing all that she needed. Her tits were huge with small nipples. They thrust up against his mouth with each indrawn breath.

He should put her away, not look, not even be tempted, and yet, he licked one hardened peak, and heard her moan his name. It was such a sweet sound.

One he wanted to hear again.

As he did, he sucked down hard, cupping her other tit and rubbing his thumb back and forth over her nipple.

Dropping his hands down to her thighs, he lifted up her dress, moving it to her waist. Pressing a hand to her pussy, he felt how wet and ready she was for him. Wrapping his fingers in the fabric, he tore the panties from her body with a yank, relishing her gasp.

Not at any point did she stop him.

She was so fucking stupid. Here she was in his office, kissing him back. She had no idea who he was or what he did. He killed people to protect his family and his reputation. He wasn’t a good man, and yet here she still was, kissing him, not pushing away when she should.

Touching her pussy, he slid a finger between her slit, feeling how wet she was. She moaned against his lips as he took her mouth once again.

His cock was so hard, pressed against the front of his pants. Leaning behind her, he pushed all of the papers and laptop to the floor, spreading her out.